Quick Travel: Bringing Revenge System to Flirt with Han

Halfway through his words, his slender fingers slid all the way from Rong Mo's back to his sensitive lower back, and he felt the body of the person in his arms tremble slightly.

Xiu Jin chuckled and kissed Rong Mo's ear. His deep voice was inexplicably sexy, "Because I have already received the reward."

Rong Mo was so aroused that he was thrown on the sofa.

"Wait...I haven't finished speaking yet...um"

The two kissed passionately, Xiu Jin licked Rong Mo's lips forcefully, and skillfully inserted her fingers into her pajamas, lingering on the hot skin.

Wherever he passed, numbing pleasure spread throughout his limbs. Xiu Jin finally let go of his lips. Before Rong Mo could relax, a wet and hot kiss passed over his chin, neck, and collarbone.

Rong Mo hugged the furry head on his chest.

"You...you talk...business first!"

This guy is endless and wastes time.

Xiu Jin's whole head was held in Rong Mo's arms, and his breath was filled with this person's light fragrance. He grabbed Rong Mo's wrist and led him towards him.

Rong Mo's pretty little face turned red.

The man bit his skin gently, changed his strong attitude, and his hoarse voice was filled with lust, and he said with aggrievedness, "It's hard for me to talk about business like this, my dear."

"Can you guarantee a quick victory?" Rong Mo was discussing with others...

Xiu Jin's eyes moved slightly, and she laid her down on the sofa, took off her shirt, and exposed her sexy body. "If you think it's a waste of time, we can talk while doing it."

"..." Rong Mo's peach blossom eyes widened and he punched him, "Fart, do you think I'm easy to deceive?"

Xiu Jin easily grasped the fist he waved over and kissed his palm, "I won't lie to you Mo Mo."

In the end Rong Mo compromised.

The man's breathing lingered in his ears, the ink touched his lips, and his eyelids were stained with a hint of scarlet, extremely charming, "Tell me, honey, what do you want to talk about?"

"Uh...get out! Talk about your uncle"

The person on his body burst into low laughter, and Rong Mo nibbled hard on Xiu Jin's shoulder.

Just laugh your ass off, you witch!

"Hiss..." Xiu Jin gasped in pain, "You don't talk about this yourself."

Before Rong Mo could curse, Xiu Jin blocked his lips.

"Well…"

…………

After the clouds and rain passed, Rong Mo hung his arms feebly. He was so tired that he couldn't open his eyes. He didn't forget to ask, "What did we talk about this afternoon?"

"They asked the Xiu family to hand over the authority of Thorn Castle so they wouldn't cause trouble to us," Xiu Jin said as she carried Rong Mo to the bathroom to clean herself up.

The soft little face of the person in his arms was pressed against his chest, and he said softly: "Permission can be given, but it depends on who it is given to. The Xiu family cannot escape."

Those bastards said they let him go. The Xiu family knew so many secrets of the Castle of Thorns, but now they said they wouldn't care about it?Deceiving fools is just a tactic to delay the attack.

Both of them are smart and don't need to say too much to understand. Xiu Jin gently put Rongmo into the water and gently played with it through the soft hair with his big hands.

"The Xiu family is nothing but an empty shell. Don't worry and be bold."

"Huh?" Rong Mo opened his eyelids, looked at Xiu Jin's chin, and asked doubtfully: "If the management is not good, will it go bankrupt?"

"No, half a year ago, the assets were transferred by me"

Rong Mo was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately. His eyes changed when he looked at Xiu Jin, "A dog is still your dog~"

"..."

Xiu Jin shook his head and laughed, biting the side of Rong Mo's face as if punishing, "Did you say that about your husband?"

...............

Castle of Thorns

Seventh floor lounge

The dim room was filled with an atmosphere of ambiguity. Su Jun was kneeling on the snow-white carpet with scars all over his body, his wrists being roughly pinched and played with.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, why don't you give up? Are you so persistent?"

Chu Siming kneaded his bloody wrist. Between the fine scars, the two words carved with a knife could be seen deep in the bone.

"Pfft, is Rong Mo that good? Is he worthy of you doing this?"

Even though he has gotten rid of his status as a prey, he still despises himself and becomes a plaything just in exchange for Xiu Jin's whereabouts.

What a touching love.

The scabbed wound cracked open again due to Chu Siming's kneading movements, and blood poured out and flowed down the porcelain white skin.

The person kneeling on the ground had pale lips and a tired face. Even though he was unconscious, he was still asking stubbornly, "Tell me...where is Xiu Jin?"

"Xiu Jin has left Thorn Castle, and a new master will be chosen here soon." Chu Siming bent over, his thin lips covering the sweetness.

Su Jun winced in pain, "You know that's not what I asked!"

Chu Siming knelt down, pinched Su Jun's chin, looked at the bloodless little face, and said with a smile: "In three days, he will come to Thorn Castle for the final handover. This may be your only chance. It’s up to you if you can’t grasp it~”

As he spoke, he let go of the wrist he was holding, and the person in front of him fell down weakly.

Moving his eyes downward, Chu Siming saw what was tied to Su Jun's wristband.

It was a blue light lens.

"Is this how you were cut?" He stretched out his hand to get it.

The man who had no strength suddenly rushed forward and grasped the lens with such strength that his palm was cut, but he still stared at him.

"Don't touch his stuff!"

"..." Chu Siming lowered the corners of his slightly raised lips, "Playthings should have the consciousness of being playthings. You don't still think of us as Rong Mo in your heart, do you?"

"Shut up! You are not allowed to mention his name"

Except for him, no one can call Rong Mo by his name.

Rong Mo is his, he has paid so much for Rong Mo, Rong Mo can only be his!

"You are really crazy." Chu Siming clicked his tongue, stood up and straightened his clothes in disgust.

"boom--"

The door was kicked open violently.

Only people from the Chu family could open this room. Chu Siming thought it was Chu Sichen or Chu Sibo, but when he looked back, it was the menacing Chu Muyang.

The smile froze for a moment, then turned into a mocking gesture, "Who allowed you to come here?"

An illegitimate child who was raised like a mad dog and is an eyesore in front of them is a great gift. How dare he come here?

Chu Muyang clenched his fists, his eyes fell on Su Jun, who was as angry as silk, and his pupils shrank sharply.

Not only were there scars on his wrists, but also various whip marks and burns on his body. Only his face was intact.

All the nerves in his body were excited due to the scarlet instinct, but his heart spasmed in pain after knowing that Su Jun was the person he was looking for.

The wheezing continued to get worse. Chu Muyang suppressed a smile and rarely used honorifics, "Third Young Master, the eldest Young Master is calling you."

Chu Siming sat on the sofa, holding a cigarette, looking at the person at the door frivolously, and said sarcastically: "You are very well-behaved today, what? Finally remember who raised you?"

It was okay not to mention this, but as soon as I mentioned this, hatred surged up, and the evil smiling face kept overlapping with the face that bullied me when I was young.

As disgusting as ever.

Chu Muyang moved a few steps forward, half-knelt on the sofa, took out a lighter and lit a cigarette for Chu Siming.

Smoke filled the space between the two, making it difficult to see each other's faces.

Chu Siming lowered his eyes and exhaled mist. Just as he was about to speak, Chu Muyang boldly came over and touched his calf flatteringly.

"..."

Chu Siming was shocked and his mind went blank. What he saw was Chu Muyang's smiling face.

Different from their deep mixed-race looks, Chu Muyang has purely oriental looks. Although he is also very handsome, his facial lines are soft and full of youthful youthful atmosphere.

As a pervert, Chu Muyang knows how to please these guys. He suppressed his voice and said seductively: "Third brother, don't you want to taste the me who was cultivated by you?"

The sense of excitement still defeated rationality. There was no morality in their eyes, and there was no reason not to eat the prey that came to their doorstep.

"You are really a mad dog who is not picky about food."

Chu Muyang smiled and said nothing. He caught a glimpse of Su Jun shivering from the corner of his eye and raised his hand to unbutton his shirt.

Chu Siming squinted his eyes and waited, the smoke on his fingertips spiraling upward, and the hot temperature pressed against him.

Then his pupils trembled violently and he pushed the person on him away vigorously.

A short dagger pierced the skin and plunged straight into the heart.

"you!"

Chu Siming never thought that Chu Muyang would have the courage to kill him, and also on their territory!

The knife hit the vital point. Chu Muyang rushed over, held down Chu Siming's head fiercely, gritted his teeth and smiled crazily: "Don't you like educational games, huh? Being killed by the guy you despise the most, you have Are you thinking of today, brother? "

Blood overflowed from Chu Siming's mouth, his pupils gradually glowed, and the cigarette in his hand fell to the ground, setting fire to the cashmere carpet.

The fire snake spread rapidly, and Chu Muyang retracted his hand regretfully. If he had time, he would definitely play with Chu Siming's body.

"Oh, it will be an advantage for you if you turn into ashes."

He dropped the glaring corpse and walked towards Su Jun, who was awakened by the heat.

"Rong...mo"

Unconscious, Su Jun only felt that the arms holding him were extremely gentle. He instinctively leaned toward the person he missed day and night.

The arms around his waist tightened a little, and he took a breath in pain.

The voice that repeatedly tortured him in his nightmares appeared again, and it was surprisingly real, "It's not Rong Mo, it's Chu Muyang, Su Jun, I'm Chu Muyang."

"Chu Muyang..." Su Jun murmured inarticulately, tears overflowing from the end of his eyes, struggling unconsciously, "It's not Chu Muyang...it's Rong Mo...Rong Mo"

He couldn't tell the difference between a dream and reality. He only knew that on the night when he was about to give up his life, the deserted man turned into a boat and picked him up from the cold pool. He told him that it was not Chu Muyang, but Rong Mo.

"..."

Chu Muyang listened to the stubborn murmuring in his ear. During the 10 minutes' journey, Su Jun didn't know how many times he recited "Rong Mo".

He refused to stop until he fell unconscious.

With thick smoke billowing behind him, the news of Chu Siming's death will soon be known.

Chu Muyang did not dare to stay any longer and took Su Jun to escape from the Thorn Castle through the secret passage.

…………

"Host, Chu Siming is dead!" Bai Tuanzi looked at the flickering virtual screen and opened his mouth in shock.

What happened, that the Son of Destiny was so defeated?

"Not bad, the young man has a bright future." Hearing this, Rong Mo smiled and took a bite of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake served by Aunt Chen.

Xiu Jin went to the company not long ago, and before leaving, she did not forget to nag Rong Mo to wait at home.

In order to calm down Rong Mo, he specially ordered the kitchen to cook a lot of delicious food for someone.

Bai Tuanzi held the virtual panel and operated it, "Chu Muyang lost control, killed Chu Siming, and took Su Jun away. At this time, Chu Sichen and the others had already rushed over."

He smiled and said, "This guy Chu Muyang has avoided most of the cameras and has not been exposed for the time being."