Laughing, the host always wants to escape

Chapter 78 The gangster boss is a small fry (38)

[How should I put it? Even if it's just a formality, the host has to participate.]

“Then he won’t suddenly go crazy and beat me into Sophie Super Thin, right?” Tang Cuo’s eyes twitched, and there was a hint of worry in his tone.

[That's not the case. The host can just put his heart in his pelvis.]

"No, Xiaoye, if we don't understand these professional terms, there's no need to say them. It's a bit embarrassing." Tang Cuo pursed his lips.

[Oops... Host, don't worry about these details.]

"you……"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, interrupting what Tang Cuo was about to say, "Master Tang, are you awake? The food downstairs is ready, and Master Jian is waiting for you to eat together."

The servant's words reached Tang Cuo's ears through the door, "Waiting for me to eat? The weasel is paying New Year's greetings to the chicken, it has no good intentions."

Tang Cuo shrugged, then got out of bed and opened the door. "I understand. I'll go down after I clean up."

"Okay." After hearing his response, the servant turned around and went downstairs.

A few minutes later, Tang Cuo also walked down the stairs. Looking at the man sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, he curled his lips speechlessly, "Why didn't you leave?"

Hearing his words, Jian Rong put the newspaper in her hand on the table, turned around to look at him, frowned, "Do you really not want to see me?" His tone was a little dangerous.

"No, I just think you should be very busy." Tang Cuo pulled out a chair and sat at the table. "Mr. Jian, if you can't drink, please drink less in the future."

"What did I say last night?" Jian Rong looked at him and asked softly.

"You don't remember?" Tangcuo felt a little strange: Is this... a blackout from drinking? Then he couldn't be blamed.

He cleared his throat and then said, "You said a lot yesterday. You held my hand and insisted on bringing me some pearls, agates, property certificates and so on. I talked so hard that my lips were worn out, but you didn't give in. I had no choice but to accept it.

You also said that... you were not in good health and had some difficult-to-disclose illness, so you drank to drown your sorrows and asked me not to tell anyone."

As soon as these words were spoken, the servants around looked at Jian Rong unconsciously, a hint of surprise appeared on their faces, and then they immediately lowered their heads.

"Heh." Jian Rong was so angry that she laughed. "You mean, I drank too much last night and told you that I can't do it?"

"Mr. Jian, don't be too sad. There is always a way to treat it. After all, the medical level is so advanced now." Tang Cuo's cheeks flushed, and he was obviously unable to hold back his anger.

"Heh." Jian Rong stood up and moved closer to him, his tall body looming in front of him.

Seeing the sharp aura emanating from his body, Tang Cuo swallowed his saliva and regretted what he had just said. "Well... maybe I remembered it wrongly. After all, I was a little confused last night..."

"Mistakenly remember? Do I look easy to trick?"

"Okay, I admit that I did make up what I said about you being incompetent just now. You can't expect me to not have any resentment towards you at all..." Tang Cuo pursed his lips, "But, that pearl agate property certificate is real..."

Tangcuo observed his expression and saw that he was not angry, so he felt relieved.

"I didn't know that the young master of the Tang family, who is loved by everyone, is actually a money-grubber?"

Who in the world doesn’t love money? What do you know?

Before he could reply to Jian Rong, Yin Xia strode over and whispered something in his ear.

"When?" Jian Rong frowned.

"Now."

"Okay, I understand. Go and get ready." Jian Rong nodded, then looked at Tang Cuo, "After dinner, come out with me later."

"Go out? Go for what?"

"You don't need to know so much, just follow me." Jian Rong didn't say anything to him.

Half an hour later, Tang Cuo wiped the corner of his mouth, then stood up and walked to Jian Rong, "I'm done eating."

"Well, let's go."

The two got into the car one after the other. Yin Xia still acted as the driver, driving the car steadily towards the destination.

Looking at the familiar scenery outside the window, Tang Cuo's eyes flashed with confusion, "Is this my home? Why did you bring me here?"

"Someone wants to see you. Be honest and don't make me angry." Jian Rong lowered his voice and his face returned to its usual seriousness.

After arriving at the destination, Jian Rong got out of the car first, followed closely by Tang Cuo. They entered the magnificent golden gate and took a deep breath.

Inside the door, Meng Zhuo was sitting on a chair nearby, looking at something. When he saw Tang Cuo, he stood up and walked towards him, "Xiao Cuo."

"Mr. Meng, you are looking for me? What's the matter?"

Hearing his name, Meng Zhuo's fingers trembled slightly, and then he looked at Jian Rong beside him, "I have something I want to talk to him alone."

"Please do as you please." As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Rong took a step and left the hall.

Tangcuo turned his head and looked away.

"Xiao Cuo, don't you even want to call me second brother now?" His tone was still gentle, and it sounded no different from before.

"Second Master, you are joking. I am at most a prisoner now and I dare not make connections with anyone casually." Tang Cuo laughed mockingly.

"I..." He wanted to explain something, but when he met Tangcuo's eyes, he swallowed back what he was about to say, and finally changed it to, "If you don't want to stay with him, I can find a way for you."

"No need, Second Master, just take care of yourself. I won't bother you to worry about my affairs."

"Do you have to be so distant with me?" Meng Zhuo looked a little hurt. "I remember that you were always willing to follow me since you were little."

"I'm a little tired. If Second Master is here to reminisce about the past, then I won't keep you company." Tang Cuo took a deep breath and raised his foot to leave.

"Xiao Cuo... I know you don't want to talk to me. I won't force you. Remember, my number will never change. If you need any help, feel free to come to me."

Tangcuo didn't stay long and walked towards the garden behind.

The cobblestone path is planted with flowers and plants on the side. This is a gift given to Tang Cuo by his father before he died, hoping that he would have a happy place to play.

Looking at these familiar scenes, Tang Cuo felt an inexplicable sense of pain in his heart. As he walked, he saw a familiar figure in the pavilion.

Duan Nanxing looked at Tang Cuo, then quickly walked towards him and waved his hand, "Acuo, do you remember me?"

Of course I remember, an NPC like me.

"I remember you are Duan Nanxing, why are you here?"

"Just strolling around. I didn't expect to be so lucky to see you today. Where have you been these days? I couldn't find you anywhere." Duan Nanxing pursed his lips, "Did Jian Rong lock you up..."

No way, you guessed this?