Quick Travel: Bringing Revenge System to Flirt with Han

Tongrui has been in a tense atmosphere recently. They don't know who made their boss Xiu unhappy. The employees avoid Xiu Jin's condition whenever they can.

The most pitiable thing is the assistant next to Xiu Jin, who is terrified every time he goes in to deliver documents.

He held the document in his hand, looked at the door of Xiu Jin's office, swallowed as if facing a formidable enemy, and then carefully knocked on the door.

A man's magnetic voice came from the office: "Come in"

As the office door opened, the assistant couldn't help but shudder.

"Mr. Xiu, let me send you the documents."

There were faint dark circles under Xiu Jin's deep eyes. Without raising her eyes, she raised her hand and motioned to the assistant to put it on the table.

He suddenly thought of something and asked, "Is there any news about Butler Wang?"

The assistant stood up straight. Of course he knew who Xiu Jin was asking. He carefully replied: "Not yet... not yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, he instantly felt that the temperature in the office dropped a few degrees again. The man on the office chair frowned, said nothing, and waved to him.

The assistant finally walked out with relief.

In the office, Xiu Jin took the assistant's files, flipped through them and threw them aside. He rubbed his temples and suddenly felt a headache looking at the files on the table.

He took out his cell phone and dug out his conversation with Rong Mo. The last time he spoke was two days ago.

The housekeeper has never reported the news about Rong Mo, and Rong Mo has never returned home. He has been working at a high intensity for the past two days, because whenever he stops, he will think about what Rong Mo is doing and whether he has eaten well.

He finally made up his mind to stop Rong Mo's card and forced Rong Mo to go home. He didn't dare to think about Rong Mo, fearing that he would be caught back if he couldn't help it.

He sighed helplessly, and finally realized the sadness of being a parent. When the child grows up, its wings become hard, and it is difficult to control it. It is better to be the little dumpling with breasts it used to be.

Xiu Jin unknowingly clicked on the positioning system. The red dot on the screen suddenly moved rapidly, as if avoiding something, then returned to normal driving speed, and then stopped.

He frowned, feeling something was wrong.

Xiu Jin picked up the receiver on the table and called the assistant, who walked in quickly.

"Go and call Tang Zhuo."

Seeing Xiu Jin's cold expression, the assistant hurriedly ran to contact someone.

After a while, a tall, tough-looking man pushed his way out of the office and walked in. He said respectfully to Xiu Jin, "Mr. Xiu, please call me."

"Go and find out where Rong Mo is and tell me."

"Yes"

Tang Zhuo called someone to find Rong Mo's sports car where Rong Mo parked his car.

There was also a boy holding a cake box in the sports car.

Cheng Shuyang was brought out, his heart beating crazily as he looked at the tall man in front of him.

"You, who are you? Have you forgotten what Rong Mo said?"

Tears welled up in his eyes, and his small face stared pitifully at the tall man in front of him.

Thinking that he was some shady person that Master Rong had found, Tang Zhuo had a trace of disdain in his eyes and strode up to Cheng Shuyang.

"Where is the young master?"

Master?Cheng Shuyang was startled. Anyone who can be called Young Master is Xiu Jin's person?

He put away his tears instantly: "Go and save him quickly. He was taken away. The person who took him away seems to be a subordinate named Su Jiuchen. They went over there! The license plate number is xxxx."

Cheng Shuyang pointed in a direction and told the man in front of him all the information he had written down.

Tang Zhuo took a deep look at Cheng Shuyang when he heard this, and then asked someone to let him go.

"Drive, take him to find the young master"

Tang Zhuo winked at the people behind him, and then Cheng Shuyang was taken into the car.

Tang Zhuo picked up his cell phone and dialed Xiu Jin's number.

"Mr. Xiu, something seems to have happened to the young master. The other party is from Su Jiuchen."

The phone was hung up without saying anything.

In the office, Xiu Jin grabbed her coat, walked out quickly with a cold face.

Along the way, he felt inexplicably flustered, with his eyes closed and his breathing a little heavy.

Xiu Jin looked at the crowded street and frowned: "Call Liu Hong."

The assistant did not dare to delay, so he took out his mobile phone and said something to the other party. After a while, a siren sounded, clearing the crowded road. The car sped away, and after a long time, it stopped in an abandoned factory.

Tang Zhuo also arrived just now, carrying a young man in his hand.

Xiu Jin's eyes passed over the young man's body, but he didn't see the figure he was thinking about. He asked coldly: "Where is Rong Mo?"

Tang Zhuo put down Cheng Shuyang and walked to Xiu Jin: "Mr. Xiu, we found the car that kidnapped the young master not far from here. The young master is nearby."

Xiu Jin's clenched fists creaked, and her voice was low and dangerous as she said, "Search from room to room."

While they were searching people from room to room, the sound of iron scraping against the ground was heard in the distance, and then a person was carried to Xiu Jin.

"Mr. Xiu...Xiu..." The man was so frightened that he couldn't speak clearly and knelt on the ground.

Tang Zhuo walked over and picked him up directly: "Where is Young Master Rong!"

"Over there, please let me go, I didn't do anything."

Tang Zhuo asked the man loudly again: "Don't say it's useless, what are you hiding from?"

The man trembled even more violently, and a pool of unknown liquid flowed out from his feet. He was so frightened that he peed.

"I... came out to... call an ambulance for Master Rong."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present fell silent.

Tang Zhuo's heart tightened. He felt the low pressure behind him and said word by word: "Take me there."

Tang Zhuo said in a deep voice in the ear of the man who was about to faint from fright: "If you dare to faint, the whole family can go down and reunite."

The poor little brother didn't even dare to faint when he fainted, so he was so helpless that he led the way for several people.

There was still chaos in the warehouse, and I heard someone yelling before I even came in.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Keep the air flowing and get the bandage quickly!"

Tang Zhuo and others kicked open the door, and the scene inside took everyone's breath away.

Xiu Jin's heart was in his throat. He had been supporting the person he loved, and now he was lying in a pool of blood covered in blood. His eyes were closed tightly, his beautiful face was blood red, and there was a dagger stuck in his waist. , constantly oozing blood.

For a moment, Xiu Jin's feet felt like they were filled with lead and couldn't move. He kept urging himself to hurry up, but it took a lot of effort for him to dare to walk in front of the man.

The baseball man kneeling on the ground, his eyes swollen and trembling, begged for mercy: "Xiu...Mr. Xiu, Mr. Rong is so angry because of Su Jiuchen. Please find us."

Xiu Jin's hands were trembling slightly. He pushed away the broken hair from Rong Mo's forehead and felt the man's weak breathing. He relaxed in his heart. He carefully picked up the man and walked quickly to the door.

When passing by Tang Zhuo, he said calmly: "Deal with them all."

"Yes, Mr. Xiu"

Cheng Shuyang's eyes were fixed on the blood-covered figure, his fists were clenched tightly, his body was shaking uncontrollably, and tears were about to well up in his eyes.

Until Xiu Jin hugged the man and left, he suddenly broke away from Tang Zhuo's big hand, picked up the iron rod on the ground, and threw it at the man kneeling on the ground like crazy!

Cheng Shuyang shouted loudly while smashing, venting the hatred in his heart. He did it again and again, and the people behind Tang Zhuo couldn't help but squint their eyes.

Until his strength ran out, he sat on the ground without any strength, his face already covered with tears, his eyes still filled with murderous intent, staring at the beaten and bloody man.

For a moment, he seemed to bid farewell to the self that once only pretended to be pitiful, and realized that showing weakness would not win the pity of others at all, but would only get others to be more aggressive, and they almost killed the light that shone into his dark world.

He sat on the ground and panted heavily. After a while, he gradually calmed down. Seeing that he calmed down, Tang Zhuo walked over and felt the breath of the man on the ground.

"That's pretty tough, kid."

Cheng Shuyang supported his body with a bloody iron rod and asked in a hoarse voice: "Is he...dead?"

Tang Zhuo looked at him with raised eyebrows and asked, "Are you scared?"

He shook his head and said, "No."

"Not dead, still breathing." Tang Zhuo walked to Cheng Shuyang, took out his mobile phone and pressed a series of numbers: "I see you have a good future. This is my mobile phone number. If you are interested, you can hang out with me."

"unnecessary"

Cheng Shuyang glanced at the man in front of him indifferently, turned around and walked towards the door.

Xiu Jin's car outside the door had already left long ago. He saw the box he had placed not far away and walked over step by step. The rabbit cake had become disfigured due to these few twists and turns.

Cheng Shuyang held the box and was reluctant to let go. He asked himself in his heart if he hated Rong Mo, but he suddenly realized that he had no reason to hate Rong Mo.

On the contrary, all the happiness and warmth he had in the past 20 years were given by this person who he hated before. When he was bullied so many times, he had never been as scared as he is now.

Feeling the person coming behind him, Cheng Shuyang stared at the rabbit cake and choked up: "Will he die?"

Tang Zhuo was slightly startled, then realized who the young man was asking. How could he know whether Master Rong would die if he was not a doctor.

His eyes fell on the box that the boy had been holding, and he heard the person on the side slowly say: "This is the first cake I have received."

Tang Zhuo opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. In the end, he just sighed and comforted: "It will happen every year in the future."