Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Outside the lounge.

For the first time, Yun Ran felt that the door was too soundproof.

Nothing is heard.

"I just think that waiter has nothing to do with Bai Yueguang."

Zheng Yi boldly guessed, "Maybe Winslow was attracted to him and couldn't wait to use sex to calm his violent temper."

"Xiao Yunran, I am still more pure."

Yun Ran rolled her eyes at him and said, "You are the least pure. Stop tainting Luo Ge with your thoughts."

"That's really sad." Zheng Yi still had joy in his eyes, as if talking to Yun Ran was a very happy thing for him.

Georgia listened to the adults' discussion and didn't dare to guess that they were talking about Sigmund.

What white moonlight? Does Sigmund know the young master of the fighting arena?

Oh my god, this is shocking news.

Georgia silently complained in her heart, staring at the door and counting the time, fearing that her friend would never be able to come out again.

"Are you a friend of the person who just went in?" Yun Ran suddenly asked.

"Yes, Lord Yunran, I am Sigmon's friend."

Georgia was flattered and quickly took off her mask to reply.

"Sigmon?" Thinking of the man's face just now, Yun Ran tilted his eyebrows in confusion, "Is he from Anunnos, or Chinese?"

"It's a mixed-blood, Master Yunran."

Georgia became even more suspicious. Could it be that his friend really had some mysterious identity behind his back? !

At this moment, the door of the lounge finally opened, but the scene that followed shocked the three people at the door even more.

The waiters who trespassed were not kicked out or exploited as they expected.

Instead, he walked out holding Winslow who seemed to have lost consciousness!

"Oh my God...what did I see?" Georgia was stunned.

The masked bodyguard couldn't be sure whether the young master was asleep or unconscious, and was reluctant to approach Jinchen, but was stopped by the look in his eyes when he looked up at him.

Jinchen said in a cold voice: "He just fell asleep, don't make any noise."

Zheng Yi's teasing and sarcastic words were abruptly blocked. He looked in surprise at the tall man in front of him who was wearing a waiter's uniform but could not hide his cold and stern aura.

Yun Ran walked over and took a few looks. He heaved a sigh of relief when he found out that the boy was just sleeping. After all, no one should be able to cause trouble under Luo Ge's nose.

"You are Yunran." Jinchen asked.

“…Yes.” Yun Ran raised an eyebrow in response, puzzled by the man’s tone.

"Take me to where he lives." Jinchen glanced at Yunran, then glanced at Zheng Yi, and the thoughts in his eyes were briefly suppressed.

What is more important to him is always love.

"Okay, come with me."

Yun Ran signaled the masked man not to follow, "He is Luo Ge's friend, you don't have to be nervous."

Just as he was leaving the lounge with Jinchen, several people who had been paying special attention to the dark places here left one after another and reported to their respective masters.

Even Zheng Yi, who was watching them leave, had a thoughtful look on his face.

The first area of ​​the fighting arena is nine stories high, with the ring area being the last floor, and the rest is divided according to the level of power and money.

The higher you go, the closer you are to the ground, and the oppressive and decaying smell becomes less severe.

Winslow's residence is on the seventh floor. He enjoys a complete and luxurious space all to himself. It is extremely luxurious but cold and empty, and it doesn't look like anyone lives there.

Perhaps seeing the inquiry in Jinchen's eyes, Yun Ran took the initiative to explain: "Luo Ge doesn't like to tidy up his house, and he doesn't let others design it, so everything is kept in its original decoration."

Jinchen's eyebrows moved slightly, he looked down at the person in his arms, and denied it in his heart.

No, he thought, the good kids in the past loved to buy things for home, and every corner where they lived was warm and full of fun.

Only when I walked through the corridor and entered the bedroom could I barely see the breath of life.

Jinchen put the sleeping Winslow in his arms on the bed. As soon as the hug ended, Winslow realized that he was about to wake up and frowned.

"My dear, my brother is here."

Jinchen coaxed him to continue resting, patting his chest skillfully and slightly lowering his head to the side of his face.

The person on the bed quickly fell asleep again, nervously holding Jinchen's hand, and only fell asleep with his palm against his cheek.

Yun Ran was stunned by this scene.

He has been following Winslow since he first came to the fighting arena. In the past five years, he has never seen such a scene as this one of Luo Ge.

It has even surpassed the realm of rarity and directly risen to a scene that might not even exist in dreams.

"that……"

Yun Ran asked tentatively, "Who are you? Are you the Chinese that Luo Ge has been looking for?"

But some of the information just doesn’t match, which is really strange.

Could it be that Luo Ge remembered it wrong?

Jinchen glanced at Yunran briefly, "Have you been looking for it?"

"Yes, Luo Ge has been looking for someone in Huaxia City X. Many people guess that he is Bai Yueguang who died early."

Yun Ran stopped talking awkwardly, feeling like he was cursing someone to death.

"So that person is you?" he asked.

Jinchen nodded somewhat disappointedly, "It's me."

"It's true." Yun Ran couldn't say how surprised he was. He felt it was natural. After all, Luo Ge's reaction couldn't be faked.

"You can go out."

Jinchen ordered them to leave without any hesitation.

"Then you... won't leave?" This is not against the rules.

"I want to give him a bath."

Yun Ran: "..."

He left quietly and stopped being a third wheel.

That night.

The spy told Wen Zhu about this.

Of course, the spy didn't know anything about Jinchen, he just said that there was suddenly a man next to Winslow.

But just a few short sentences were enough for Wen Zhu to guess that it was Jinchen.

That man was too weird.

It disappeared suddenly, and then actually came back.

As if some hidden fear was awakened, Wen Zhu thought about what had happened in the past few years and the changes in Winslow.

Jinchen will not let go of the person who turned Winslow into this person, and among those who are being sought for revenge, he will probably be the first to bear the brunt.

"Hurry up, go and ask Mr. Elder. I want to see him, preferably tomorrow!"

"Yes."

-

There is no sunlight in the dungeon, only automatically operated lighting to divide time.

Winslow hadn't had such a good sleep in a long time. When he woke up, he felt much better, but still in a daze.

Leaning against the head of the bed, he couldn't tell whether last night was a dream or... real life.

Many times when he was on the verge of collapse and had no place to vent his longing for his brother, Winslow would imagine that his brother was still by his side and would even talk to him behind closed doors.

Fantasy makes time a little less unbearable.

But none of them were as clear and warm as yesterday.

It was not until Winslow smelled the lingering agarwood on the quilt, so faint that only he could smell it, that his pupils constricted in an instant and he sat up from his knees.

"Jinchen..."

Jinchen in the compartment heard the voice and quickly pushed the door open to come in, "Good boy."

He sat down beside the bed, took Winslow, who was wearing thin pajamas, into his arms, and gently rubbed his head. "Call me brother."

"elder brother."

Winslow's soft voice seemed from another world. Her eyes were filled with mist and she buried herself in his arms.

Then her cheek was gently lifted by fingers, and a touch of warmth was attached to her forehead.

"Good morning kiss." Jinchen's voice was filled with a smile that made Winslow feel relieved.

Winslow finally curled his lips, stared at Jinchen with his dark eyes, and raised his head to kiss his cheek.

"Your therapist just brought someone over and said they were going to give you some medicine. Do you want them to come in?"

Winslow blinked and nodded, "I need to take medicine."

He didn't say what the medicine was, but avoided Jinchen's gaze.

"Then go wash up first." Jinchen said, but Winslow did not stand up. He just looked up at her eagerly.

Five years have not worn away the tacit understanding between them.

Jinchen raised his hand, "Okay, brother will carry you."

Winslow's hands moved up from Jinchen's shoulders until they were around his neck, and he snuggled into his chest and allowed himself to be held.

He was so greedy for such embrace and warmth that he was reluctant to let go.