Laughing, the host always wants to escape

He raised his eyes to look at Jian Rong, and handed him a piece of letter.

"What is this?" Jian Rong frowned and asked.

"I think you need to take a look. This is what I found in Tang Hong's bedroom. There are some things I didn't take out." Meng Zhuo calmed down and spoke in a lighter tone.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and left the office without staying any longer.

Meng Zhuo's steps were unsteady, as if he was so weak that he would fall down if the wind blew. Jian Rong couldn't help but frown, then picked up the letter on the table, opened it and read.

In just a few minutes, his pupils changed from shrinking to dilating and then shrinking again. Jian Rong slammed the letter paper in his hand on the table, his chest heaving violently.

"How is this possible? How could this be?" Jian Rong clenched the letter paper in his hand tightly.

He strode out of the office and said, "Yin Xia, go find someone according to the address on the letter."

"Okay, Master Rong, do you know... who this person is?" Yin Xia asked puzzledly.

"My...father..." Jian Rong suddenly felt like a deflated ball.

"Ah? Your father? He's not..." Yin Xia looked at him in confusion, "Could it be that he didn't..." Before he could finish his words, Jian Rong had already taken the president's elevator and arrived downstairs.

He did not bring his subordinates with him, but drove to Tang Hong's residence by himself. Jian Rong parked the car on the side of the road and then got out.

Jian Rong looked up at the villa in front of him, and the days he spent with Tang Cuo flashed through his eyes unconsciously, and his heart ached uncontrollably.

After Tang Cuo died, he ordered people to seal up this place, and no one else had ever set foot there except Tang Hong's adopted sons.

Jian Rong slowly walked into the villa, and then followed Meng Zhuo's instructions and successfully found the dark room in Tang Hong's bedroom.

He walked down, and the lights on both sides lit up automatically at the sound of his footsteps. Jian Rong raised his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him: on the dark brown table, there were tablets neatly placed, with only two seats left empty.

One was his father, and the other was Tang Hong, whose body was never found.

Jian Rong suddenly felt his feet were unusually heavy. He wanted to escape, but he couldn't move at all.

He walked to the tablet with great effort and picked up the medical record that was under the wine glass beside him. "Gastric cancer...late stage."

He was flipping through the medical records in his hand, and another letter fell to the ground. He bent down to pick it up, then opened it with trembling hands.

“Although this is a letter, I will not write the honorific here because I don’t know who found him. I believe you have seen the whole truth. Yes, I am dying. I have advanced stomach cancer.

I am not afraid of death, but I am a little worried about Xiaocuo's fate after I die. He is kind-hearted, and he cannot bear this responsibility even if I force him much. It is better to give him a safe environment.

As for my properties, just leave them to my children. I have let down many people in my life, and at the last minute, I set a trap for you.

Don't blame me. I have experienced too many life and death situations. If it was Meng Zhuo who was holding this letter today, I believe you must have seen another letter. Remember to tell Jian Rong that his father is still alive, but he was shot at that time.

In order for him to recover in peace, I concealed the news that he was still alive. As for taking action against him, it was an idea that his father and I discussed together. His father also said that he needed some experience, so I sent Xiao Cuo because I knew he was kind and would not let Jian Rong get into trouble.

No matter who reads this letter in the end, please tell them: Be kind to my Xiaocuo, he is not grown up yet, and his father can no longer be with him.

I left a letter for him in his room. Well, that’s the end of it. I hope your future will be smoother.”

The words in the letter ended here. Jian Rong's fingers trembled, and the envelope suddenly slipped from his fingertips and slowly fell to the ground.

"So that's how it is? So that's how it is? It turns out that I have always hated the wrong person. He never owed me anything..." Jian Rong was in a daze when he came out of the dark room.

It was raining heavily, and raindrops were sliding down his cheeks. He didn't know whether it was rain or his tears. He walked back to the house where he had lived with Tangcuo.

He lay on the bed, sniffing Tangcuo's scent on the quilt, "Acuo, I was wrong, please... please come back... look at me again, okay?"

The scene in front of him changed again. A month later, Jian Rong arranged everything and handed the company over to Tang Hong's adopted sons.

Afterwards, he gave all his power to them.

On a sunny afternoon, Jian Rong held a bunch of red roses in her hand, gently placed them next to his tombstone, and then slowly squatted down.

He kissed the photo of Tang Cuo on the tombstone, then leaned against him, took out a revolver from his arms, and stroked the gun body a few times.

This was the pistol that Tangcuo wore when he was alive. I was afraid that he would escape, so I took it back from him.

"Acuo, I'm here to find you, please walk slowly, don't let me lose you... In the next life, please... give me another chance to love you..." As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at his temple.

With the sound of a gunshot, Jian Rong's fingers instantly lost strength and fell to the ground.

The picture stopped here. Tang Cuo listened to the gunshot on the screen and his heart stopped beating unconsciously.

He held his breath, then slowly exhaled, "Xiao Ye, so everything is like this..."

[Host, don't be sad, don't be upset, Xiaoye will always be with you.]

Tang Cuo came back to his senses and chuckled, "Looking back at Jian Rong, his life is indeed a bit sad. It turns out that all this is just a lesson his father and my father taught him to grow up."

"Forget it, let's just leave it at that. There seems to be no point in saying more..." Tang Cuo turned his head and looked out the window.

[The host has completed the mission of the second plane, and received a completion gift package, as well as forty points. Congratulations to the host.]

"The final gift package?" Tangcuo was puzzled. "When did this come out?"

[Uh... just now, the host looked a little sad. I stole this specially for the host. Don't worry, it's honest.]

……

This is even more worrying, okay?

"Xiao Ye, where are we going to the next plane?" Tang Cuo got up and got out of bed.

[Uh... Host, have you taken a break?]

"Have you ever heard a saying that as long as the conquerors change quickly, there will be no sadness but only love." Tang Cuo pursed his lips.

[This sentence has been locked as the host's life motto.]

……

This is not necessary...