Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

When I returned to the city again, it was raining heavily.

There is rarely such a rainy season in the city of Anunnos; it is always dry and filled with smoke.

After walking around two streets, Winslow saw the familiar buildings in his memory. A damp and hazy feeling lingered in the whole city, and the air was filled with a unique freshness and chill.

Winslow has experienced every attraction here, every place suitable for traveling and spending time, and they are filled with all his memorable memories.

The car stopped outside the villa.

Ah Si glanced in the rearview mirror, without urging anyone, and looked at the gate of the villa outside the car window with emotion.

Jinchen's coat buttons were unbuttoned, and in his arms was Winslow, who was staring at the window silently.

"My dear, let's go home."

Winslow hummed softly, and was carried out of the car by Jinchen. They held hands and walked towards the home they had both left for a long time.

After Ah Si put their only luggage in, he tactfully left the living room, and happily took the "treasures" he had found from the dungeon back to the servants' room at the side to wipe them.

Except for the photos and paintings taken away by Winslow, everything in the house was the same as before, except for the loneliness and emptiness of being uninhabited for so many years.

Under the warm yellow light and with heavy rain pouring outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, they briefly exchanged a kiss in the living room.

"Unhappy?" Jinchen touched his hair and asked in a low voice.

Winslow shook his head. “I’m happy.”

I'm just overwhelmed with emotion and I really can't put it into words.

[The villain's darkening value is detected -10, totaling 25! 】

Winslow tilted his head back and pulled at Jinchen's clothes to kiss her, but something was stuffed in his mouth.

Winslow was stunned, and before he could react he could already taste the sweetness spreading on the tip of his tongue.

"toffee?"

Jin Chen raised the corners of his lips slightly, raised his hand and gently touched his forehead hair, "Well, milk candy, the kind that Wen Xiaoluo likes the most."

Winslow curved his eyebrows, pointed at his lips, pressed his fingertips slightly, and a light pink hue appeared on them. "Brother, do you want to eat?"

How could Jinchen let go of such an invitation?

Afterwards, the tiredness from the journey seemed to have disappeared, and Winslow took the initiative to stick to Jinchen. He didn't want to go out or see anyone other than each other.

But Jinchen could feel that his good boy's condition was getting better and better, and his mood swings were not as worrying as when he was in the dungeon.

Winslow was happy most of the time after returning home.

The environment can really affect people.

This place carries too many memories. Even though some things are missing as the timeline twists and turns, Jinchen is very patient and accompanies Winslow to gradually make up for the lost memories.

The home became as warm as before.

In addition, there is the management of the company.

Winslow previously hired others to manage the company and occasionally showed up in major decision-making events, but Jinchen was always the boss behind the scenes.

When he returned to China this time, Winslow calmed down and returned the company to Jinchen. The assistant team had been replaced by a new group of people, each of whom was carefully selected by Winslow, so there would be no danger.

After all, this was the company founded by Jinchen himself, so it would not be difficult to take it over again. If there are any troubles, there are some.

For example, the feeling of being "forgotten" is not very adaptable.

Jinchen was unable to react for a long time. People in this city who had worked with him in the past or had a brief friendship with him had no memory of him. It was inevitable that there would be some ridiculous mistakes when they worked together again.

Some partners even secretly asked Winslow whether the new president of your company had any special abilities, such as mind reading.

At this time, Winslow, who is already the chief assistant, will respond seriously with a cold face.

"Our president is just a prophet."

Yes, after Jinchen took over the company again, Winslow strongly demanded that this position could only belong to him.

What really made Winslow come up with this idea was the fact that Jinchen became much busier after taking over the company.

Another morning of online meeting in the study.

Jinchen listened to the report, glancing at the clock on the opposite wall from time to time, calculating in his mind the time when Winslow would wake up.

But perhaps because he was not with her, Winslow woke up earlier than usual and waited in the room for a long time, but Jinchen did not show up.

A few minutes later, the study door was pushed open.

Winslow, in his pajamas, looked at him a little aggrieved, then walked in without hesitation.

Her footsteps were light and soundless, like a cat's, on the plush carpet.

In the days after he came back, Jinchen was extremely concerned about raising Winslow well. In just two months, he became soft again and only showed his bad temper in front of Jinchen.

Jinchen looked at his angry wife and was about to end the meeting when he was stopped by Winslow.

He raised an eyebrow and watched Winslow's next move in silence.

Winslow tilted his head and smiled, then leaned over the table as if to challenge him, only a few inches away from the camera. He sat on it in this position, with his toes stepping on Jinchen's thigh.

Jinchen's breathing deepened, and he held down his ankle that was stepped on. His deep eyes narrowed dangerously, and his cold expression seemed even more serious.

The director who was reporting on the quarterly work on the screen was so scared that he paused for a few seconds, thinking that he had said something wrong.

But the president had no intention of interrupting, so he could only continue with trepidation.

Winslow got amused and made even more noise, and with his toes that were not being held down he lifted up the hem of Jinchen's shirt and stepped on his abdominal muscles.

Meeting Jinchen's warning look, she just blinked innocently, cunningly and coquettishly.

Jinchen raised his hand to turn off the camera, and signaled to the director who thought he had said something wrong, "Continue."

Then he raised his hand, grabbed the person's ankle and pulled him into his arms.

"what…"

Winslow exclaimed softly, but Jinchen covered his mouth again and he almost slipped down. The arms that were restrained at his waist easily untied the laces of his pajamas.

Winslow just wanted to tease, but didn't want to be bullied again. He still hadn't recovered from last night's incident.

He glared at me with his eyes wide open in accusation, kicked his legs to stop me from holding him, and wanted to jump down.

"do not move."

Jinchen whispered a warning in his ear, his voice smiling, "You are so brave, why are you running away at this time?"

Winslow felt a tingling sensation crawling up his spine and he groaned and muttered, "Bad guy."

Having said that, he found a comfortable position and curled up, with an ambiguous red mark on his neck.

[The villain's darkening value is detected -5, totaling 20! 】

Jinchen held him for the rest of the meeting. He didn't quite hear what was reported, but Winslow did hear that they were going to discuss the key points of the cooperation.

When the meeting was over, Winslow knelt on Jinchen's thighs, tilted his head back and kissed the corner of his lips.

"Brother, I want to be your assistant."

Jinchen picked up the teacup beside him and fed the person in his arms a few sips. Hearing this, he was puzzled: "Why do you suddenly want to be an assistant? Didn't you say you didn't want to go out?"

Being an assistant is not an easy job.

If you ask for reasons, Winslow has them all.

"Brother, don't you want to work with me?"

"But I would be sad if I was separated from my brother for too long. I can always be with him in the company."

"When I was little... I envied my brother's assistant. He didn't have to wait at home every day and could accompany you to many places..."

Winslow leaned on his shoulder, speaking in a gradually choked up and aggrieved tone, and Jinchen could no longer think of refusing at all.

Even though someone is just thundering without raining, his expression may be as aggrieved as it can be, but there is not a single tear in the eye.

But it’s just the general assistant, there doesn’t have to be just one.

His good boy only needs to provide emotional value and be a pretty baby in the office, and he can find an assistant to do the rest of the work.