Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Jinchen put down the knife, turned around and threw himself into Chen Zhu's arms, "Brother, you always think you are different from others, but it's not your problem."

"Ok?"

Chen Zhu didn't know how Jinchen brought up this topic. He closed his eyes and let him kiss the corners of his eyes. He then gently took his hand and placed it on his waist, enjoying the satisfaction of having his skin touched.

"Why do you say that suddenly?"

Jinchen: "Because they are the ones who are sick."

Chen Zhu couldn't help laughing and rubbed his head, "Just think of it as you comforting me."

Jinchen leaned over and laid his hands on Chen Zhu's chest, his lips rubbing against his neck as he spoke.

"I'm going to Beijing in a few days. If I want to promote this brand, I can continue to learn baking while I'm recovering."

This is also the method Jincheng came up with after communicating remotely with the psychiatrist.

The treatment of mental illness must be accompanied by constant analysis and self-healing, and perhaps also the side effects of medication. This process is destined to be painful.

His company is one thing. If Chen Zhu can devote himself to what he likes, even if there are no results in the end, the healing process will be enough.

These days, Chen Zhu has already accepted the fact that he is leaving, and since Jinchen is by his side, he doesn't react much.

Chen Zhu blinked, hugged his neck and bowed his head in response to Jinchen's kiss, silently responding.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +5, totaling 75! 】

"Brother, I haven't finished drinking my yogurt yet."

Jinchen suddenly pulled away from the deep kiss, sat up and looked serious.

Chen Zhu, who was in a trance, snorted softly. The sudden loss of touch made him feel lost. He didn't understand what Jinchen was talking about yogurt at this time.

"Stop drinking..."

Chen Zhu took Jinchen's hand, his eyes misty, "Baby... I feel very uncomfortable."

"I can drink it another way."

Jinchen kissed his eyebrows and poured the yogurt onto Chen Zhu's collarbone, which instantly flowed down.

“…Jinchen!”

Chen Zhu's breath was choked. The yogurt was just taken out of the refrigerator. The cold touch made him regain some consciousness, but he dared not move.

But even so, it still flows along the clavicle into the midline of the pectoralis muscle.

"I know, I have mysophobia."

Jinchen put the glass back, knelt on both sides of Chen Zhu's body, looked down with interest, and touched Chen Zhu's collarbone with his fingertips.

"I'll drink it clean."

Chen Zhu: "..."

He frowned and groaned, holding onto Jin Chen's shoulders and being forced to look up.

Sometimes I really can't tell who is more...crazy between him and Jinchen.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +10, totaling 85! 】

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Jinchen and Chen Zhu didn't take to heart what Li Shao said yesterday. No matter how arrogant Zhao Weifang was, he could only call a few thugs to block the store entrance.

They were leaving soon, and it was the Zhao family who had to pay for the damage to several doors.

But when he heard the bombing sound of at least a dozen motorcycles in front of the store, Jinchen still couldn't bear it.

He covered his ears in annoyance, turned around and buried himself in Chen Zhu's arms, "It's not over."

Recently, I act like a spoiled child more frequently than before.

Chen Zhu benefited greatly from it, completely unaware that in addition to Jinchen's own thoughts, it was also a form of healing.

From the night when the misunderstanding was cleared up and the relationship was confirmed, Jinchen had already started the psychological therapy for Chen Zhushen.

“Brother, if I fight with them later, you can’t stop me.”

Chen Zhu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and pinched Jinchen's ear, "As long as you don't get hurt, why would I stop you?"

"I try my best."

Jinchen nodded seriously, and when he stood up, there was frost on his brow and a cold look emerged.

If he doesn't teach him a lesson thoroughly, Zhao Weifang will be like a weakling who can't be beaten to death but is still disgusting.

More than ten motorcycles gathered in front of the cake shop, honking their horns loudly. This time, the shop owners did not dare to come out to watch the fun. They and the customers who were still in the shop closed the doors tightly and watched through the windows.

"Jinchen! Get out of here!"

Zhao Weifang's momentum became more majestic than he had seen in a long time. He quickly hit the speaker hanging at the door of the store with a stone.

"Shameless thing, I've had enough of this crap."

"Brother Zhao! Don't worry, brothers will definitely help you teach this beast a lesson today!"

Shunzi also changed his usual behavior. Perhaps because there is strength in numbers, they were more confident and everyone held a sledgehammer in their hands.

Seeing that they had weapons, Chen Zhu worriedly took Jinchen's hand.

"It's okay, brother."

Jinchen kissed the side of his face and said, "Trust me."

"it is good."

Chen Zhu could only let go and watched Jinchen go out. He suddenly picked up the phone on the table, left through the side door of the warehouse where goods were being received, and went straight to the printing shop.

Jinchen pushed open the glass door with a distracted look in his eyes. Looking at the scene surrounded by more than a dozen motorcycles, I felt like I was looking at a group of patients who had escaped from a mental hospital.

He stood up straight and shook his head slightly at the security guard who was about to rush over, indicating that he didn't need to come over.

Then he stopped across the street three meters away from Zhao Weifang and sneered coldly.

"You really have a short memory."

"Stop talking nonsense, I have to get revenge today!" Zhao Weifang kicked the trash can on the road hard and rushed forward with the hammer in his hand.

Jinchen glanced at the dozen or so people following him, all of them strangers. It seemed that they were temporarily brought here to create atmosphere.

He stood there calmly, and when Zhao Weifang's hammer was about to fall, he raised his foot and kicked, hitting Zhao Weifang's wrist with the tip of his toes.

Zhao Weifang suddenly felt pain, his hand loosened and the hammer fell heavily, but was kicked away by Jinchen and landed on the back of Shunzi, who was screaming and trying to run away.

"what!"

The force of this kick caused the force point of the hammer to hit Shunzi's spine at the back, causing him to fall to the ground suddenly in pain and unable to get up for a long time.

Zhao Weifang was shocked. He didn't expect that Jinchen, apart from his abnormal behavior, actually had some skills.

Jinchen kicked him back. For a moment, the gangsters behind him who were holding hammers did not dare to move, and were suppressed by the momentum.

"What are you standing there for? Beat him to death!" Zhao Weifang roared.

If you accept money from others, you have to do things for them. Everyone in the underworld knows this rule.

But Jinchen raised his hand and called for them to stop before they rushed over, "I know that Zhao Weifang must have paid you."

He was in a relaxed manner, pulling out a bulging wallet from the front pocket of his sweatshirt, "I will pay double what he offered to bribe you, go and beat him up."

"It's better to pay in cash. Zhao Weifang's money... you haven't seen the shadow yet."

The thugs who wanted to rush forward were stunned.

"This……"

Nearly ten skinny yellow-haired guys looked at each other in bewilderment. After working as a gangster for so long, this was the first time that people from both sides were competing to pay.

Zhao Weifang was panicking, "Why do you believe him? Can he have as much money as me?"

Jinchen unhurriedly opened his wallet and took out a few dozen cash, "Three times."

The yellow-haired hooligans' eyes were wide open.

Zhao Weifang: "..."

Damn this kid is just spending money to play!