Laughing, the host always wants to escape

Suddenly, there was a loud roar outside the window. Before Tang Cuo could sit up, Duan Nanxing, who was standing next to him, heard the sound and pulled him up.

The glass door in the distance was kicked open by Jian Rong. The "crash" sound made Tang Cuo blink unconsciously.

Jian Rong was dressed in a black suit, exuding an aura of abstinence.

Dozens of bodyguards behind him immediately surrounded the entire villa.

Duan Nanxing stretched out his hands to protect Tang Cuo tightly behind him, staring at the man in front of him.

Jian Rong watched the two people's actions, and her curled fingers tightened even more.

"Have you run enough?" Jian Rong waved his hand, and several bodyguards behind him immediately stepped forward to control Duan Nanxing, and then started beating and kicking him.

Jian Rong took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand to pinch his jaw, and said in a low and bewitching tone, "Let me ask you, have you run enough?"

A sharp pain came from his jaw, causing the corners of his eyes to turn red unconsciously. Tang Cuo looked at him with difficulty.

"Tangcuo, do you think I'm kind? You challenge my bottom line again and again, and run away with others when I let my guard down?" Jian Rong sneered, then cast his eyes on Duan Nanxing who was suppressed to the side, and taunted, "Do you like him so much?"

"No..." Tang Cuo swallowed: Xiao Ye, this seems to be more serious than I thought.

"Jian Rong, if you have anything to say, come to me, don't make things difficult for Acuo." Duan Nanxing struggled to get up.

"I'm targeting you." Jian Rong put his arm around Tang Cuo's shoulders, forcing him to stay close to him.

Then he took him a few steps closer to Duan Nanxing, then stepped on the back of his hand and crushed it a few times, "Duan Nanxing, have I ever told you not to covet my people? Why do you think your uncle alone can protect you?"

Seeing Duan Nanxing's painful expression, Tang Cuo reached out and pushed Jian Rong's chest, "This matter has nothing to do with him. I asked him to take me out."

Listening to the person in front of him pleading for others, the anger that had just been suppressed suddenly surged into his heart. Jian Rong half-knelt down, and with a single lift, he carried Tang Cuo on his shoulders.

The feeling of being suspended in mid-air made Tangcuo swing her feet randomly, and a strong sense of uneasiness eroded her brain. "What are you going to do? Jianrong, don't do anything rash. I can explain."

"You like begging so much? Then beg nicely." Having said that, Jian Rong carried him directly into the bedroom on the second floor and locked the door.

He threw Tangcuo heavily into the big bed, then quickly took off his shirt, revealing his wheat-colored skin and strong chest.

Watching his movements, Tang Cuo unconsciously moved his body backwards.

Jian Rong simply grabbed his ankle with one hand and pulled him down under his body. With his other hand, he quickly unbuckled his belt and tied Tang Cuo's hands to the head of the bed.

His big hand stroked Tangcuo's calf, and the cold touch made Tangcuo flinch a little, "Acuo, I told you, if you dare to run, I will break your legs."

Looking at his gloomy face, Tang Cuo had no doubt about the truth of his words. He trembled his legs, but was easily restrained by Jian Rong.

"I know I was wrong...I won't run away, is that okay?" Tangcuo's heart skipped a beat. It was over. He would have to die here tonight.

"You still don't know you're wrong, Acuo. Are you happy these days with him?" Jian Rong approached him and brushed his cheek lightly with her fingers. "Do you like his style? How far have you gone? Be obedient and tell me. Maybe I'll be gentler tonight."

Tangcuo frantically called out to Xiaoye in his heart: Xiaoye, what should I do? I feel like I can't bear it.

[Ahhhhh!]

You're not excited at all!

[Host, I can't do anything about it. How about you be like Sals in the previous plane?]

How can it be the same? Jian Rong's current situation, he wants to kill me!

Seeing that he was distracted, Jian Rong's hands wandered restlessly on his skin, and then she tore his clothes in half.

Oh my god, I just wore this new shirt for one day...

"Don't want to talk to me? Very good, then cry to me later." After saying that, he leaned over and sucked his earlobe.

The touch on his ear made his body tremble. Jian Rong seemed to have discovered his sensitive spot. She put her strong arms around his waist, then lifted him up slightly and picked up a pillow to put under his waist.

He leaned over and sniffed the scent on Tangcuo's neck, then seduced her in a low, hoarse voice, "Relax, baby, or you'll be the one in pain, dear."

Tangcuo seemed to be sucked to the spot, with her slender waist trapped in his palm.

In the bedroom, a charming atmosphere spread out. Tang Cuo put his arms around Jian Rong's back, and the whimpering sounds from his mouth were completely swallowed up by the man.

"Acuo, tell me that you don't like Duan Nanxing." Jian Rong leaned on his body and lowered his head to look at the blushing man. "If you don't say it, you can't blame me if your voice becomes hoarse."

"I... I don't like Duan Nanxing..." Tang Cuo's chest heaved violently, "Can you stop? I'm so tired..."

Hearing his weak tone, Jian Rong felt a surge of anger in his abdomen, "Come on a few more times, a few more times and then we'll take a break..."

I'm going to... I'm coming again... I really want to offer sacrifices to the heavens...

Tang Cuo reached out and pushed his chest, but instead of moving his hand, he found that Jian Rong's eyes seemed to become even deeper.

After a while, he simply accepted his fate and stopped resisting.

In the second half of the night, Jian Rong carried Tang Cuo, who had fainted from exhaustion, into the bathroom, wiped his body carefully, and then carried him back to bed.

With my arms around his back, I fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, when Tang Cuo opened his eyes, he found himself on a helicopter. He had already changed into new clothes, and Jian Rong was taking a nap with his eyes closed beside him.

He gave Jian Rong a vicious look and then turned his head away.

"Young Master Tang, are you awake?" Yin Xia on the side immediately looked over.

His voice immediately woke up the man who was taking a nap beside him.

"Go get some water." Jian Rong pointed at Yin Xia beside him, then reached out to help Tang Cuo up. Meeting his resentful eyes, Jian Rong touched his nose unconsciously.

Tang Cuo leaned on Jian Rong and took a few sips of the water Yin Xia handed over to him to soothe his dry throat. "Jian Rong, you..."

"Brother Rong." Jian Rong corrected as if nothing had happened.

"Okay, Brother Rong, where are we going now?" Tang Cuo emphasized his tone and then looked out the window.

"Take you home."

"Then...what about Duan Nanxing? Did you take him with you?" Tang Cuo recalled the scene last night and asked with some concern.

Hearing his words, Jian Rong's originally calm face instantly turned a little cold. He stretched out a finger and pressed it against Tang Cuo's lips, then whispered in his ear, "Acuo, it seems that you didn't remember the lesson last night. You still dare to mention him in front of me?"

The last syllable of his voice rose, causing Tang Cuo's body to tremble unconsciously.