Laughing, the host always wants to escape

Seeing him remain silent, Duan Nanxing thought Tang Cuo had been wronged, so he stepped forward and grabbed his wrist.

Tang Cuo was startled by his sudden action, and the corners of his eyes twitched unconsciously.

"Master Duan, calm down first..."

"Call me Nanxing. I don't like you being so distant with me." Duan Nanxing held his hand a little tighter. "Acuo, can I take you away from here?"

Hey, why do they all want to take me away?

Tang Cuo looked at his serious expression and didn't know what to say, "Well, I..."

"What? Where is Young Master Duan taking my people?" A cold voice came from behind Tang Cuo, and then Tang Cuo felt a hand directly around his shoulders and pulled him back.

He turned his head to look at Jian Rong, whose face was ashen, and suddenly felt like he was caught in a secret meeting with his lover.

Jian Rong lowered his eyes and stared at Duan Nanxing who was tightly grasping Tang Cuo's hand, and his grip on his shoulders became more and more forceful. "Mr. Duan, how long do you want to hold on for?"

Hearing his question, Duan Nanxing came back to his senses, loosened his tightly clenched hands, and chuckled, "So Young Master Jian has also come along. I'm sorry for not welcoming you in person."

"Mr. Duan, you're joking. This is not your home. There's no need to come and welcome you." Jian Rong took over his words.

"So, this is your home?" Duan Nanxing narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Okay, okay, stop arguing, this is my home." Tang Cuo shook off the arm on his shoulder, speechless: Yours and mine, mine and yours, all are mine.

Jian Rong looked up at Tang Cuo, then reached out and pulled him back to his side.

Watching his actions, Duan Nanxing became more and more unhappy. "I remember Young Master Jian said that he and Ah Cuo were just playing around, and he would hand her over to me after the matter was done. Are you thinking of going back on your word?"

Hearing his words, Jian Rong immediately turned his gaze to Tang Cuo, and found that there was no other expression on his face. He was calm, as if it had nothing to do with him, and he felt more depressed.

"Tangcuo is my man. We have an irreconcilable feud. He can't go anywhere until the grudge is resolved."

Tang Cuo listened to the conversation between the two and sighed helplessly.

"You..." Duan Nanxing stepped forward and punched Jian Rong on the cheek. Jian Rong was quick-witted and pushed Tang Cuo aside, then started wrestling with him.

Looking at the two intertwined figures, Tang Cuo shook his head helplessly, turned around and was about to walk to the other side.

Unfortunately, before he could take a few steps, he was surrounded by the people brought by Yin Xia.

Several bodyguards in black quickly stepped forward and took control of Duan Nanxing.

Both of them had bruises on their faces, but it seemed that Duan Nanxing's was more serious.

Yin Xia stepped forward and handed the handkerchief to Jian Rong, "Mr. Rong..."

Jian Rong took the handkerchief and wiped the mud off his fingers, then looked up at Duan Nanxing, "You are not qualified to snatch someone from me."

After saying that, he turned and walked to Tang Cuo, "Have you had enough fun today? I'll let Yin Xia take you home." His tone was calm, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

"Wait, I have something else to say to him..." As he said that, Tang Cuo broke free from the crowd and walked towards Duan Nanxing in full view of everyone.

Jian Rong did not try to stop him. He wanted to see what he was going to do.

Tang Cuo waved at the people on both sides, signaling them to let go of Duan Nanxing, then reached out to straighten his clothes and smiled, "Nanxing, go back, I'm fine. It's getting late today, I'll chat with you again when I have a chance."

"Acuo, I..." Duan Nanxing grabbed his arms with both hands, his eyes full of reluctance.

"Be obedient, we should meet again." Tang Cuo raised his hand and touched his head, then took a step back.

Turned and walked towards Jian Rong.

"You... don't remember me at all?" Duan Nanxing looked at his empty hands, his eyes trembling slightly.

Hearing his words, Tangcuo stopped and looked back at him, "I remember you were the little crybaby."

Tang Cuo waved at him, then strode ahead. Jian Rong watched the interaction between the two, as well as Tang Cuo's touch on his head just now, and his inner anger grew stronger.

He raised his foot, grabbed Tang Cuo's arm, quickly left here, and walked out of the villa.

"Yeah, I'm that...little crybaby." Duan Nanxing looked at his back, his thoughts becoming more and more firm.

The black McLaren stopped by the roadside. Jian Rong reached out, opened the door, and pulled him into the car without saying a word.

With a "bang", the car door closed tightly and the atmosphere in the car became more serious. Tang Cuo felt that the man next to him was breathing cold air.

"Didn't you say that you would ask Yin Xia to take me back?" Tang Cuo looked at him with some confusion.

Hearing his words, the calmness on Jian Rong's face instantly cracked. He reached out and grabbed Tang Cuo's neck, pushing him against the back seat.

Yin Xia looked at the two people in the back seat through the rearview mirror, and sensibly pulled up the barrier to block the view from the front and back.

"What are you going to do?" Tang Cuo was startled by his sudden action and didn't know what he was doing crazy again.

"You are very happy with him. If I hadn't come just now, would you have agreed to go with him?" Jian Rong's expression was stern and his tone became cold. "Speak!"

"Mr. Jian, I never said that. Don't impose your own random guesses on others." Tang Cuo's cheeks flushed a little.

"Heh." Jian Rong sneered, "If you call him Nanxing, he will become Master Jian in my opinion. Tangcuo, you are really great."

Jian Rong pinched his jaw, lifted it up slightly, and then applied some force.

The stinging sensation made Tang Cuo shed a few tears unconsciously. His eyes were red and his lips opened and closed, attracting Jian Rong's attention.

"Then how do you want me to call you?" Tang Cuo snorted, "I am your enemy now."

"Knowing that you are my enemy, why did you come to provoke me in the first place? Why did you take the bullet for me that day?"

Hearing his words, Tang Cuo chuckled, "So this is what has been bothering Master Jian. Master Jian is really worrying too much. It's not just you. Even if it's a cat or a dog on the side of the road, I won't stand idly by if I see it. I don't care, so why should you care?"

"If that person was targeting Duan Nanxing or Mo Mian at that time, would you also take the bullet for them?" Jian Rong's eyes were red as he stared at him intently.

"Yes, if I had known that Young Master Jian was so entangled in this matter, I would not have saved you, so as not to delay you... um..."

Before he could finish, a handsome face approached him, and then he felt a warm touch on his lips. Tang Cuo opened his eyes wide in disbelief, then stretched out his hands and patted the man in front of him.

Jian Rong stretched out one hand and twisted his restless hands behind his head, and with the other hand pressed his neck, deepening the kiss.