Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

He was sitting next to Xiao Jingchen, wearing only a simple black suit, which made his exposed skin look paler, but could not conceal his elegance and pride.

The young man did not raise his head to look at her, but Jiaoyang still recognized his identity at a glance.

The sixteenth prince, the biggest villain in the future, Xiao Beiheng.

Sheng Yuzhi walked to Jiaoyang's door and was about to knock on it when he suddenly heard his aunt's voice.

He raised his hands in the air and suddenly hesitated for a while. After these days, he also knew that his aunt didn't like him, at least she didn't want Jiaoyang to have too much interaction with him.

He didn't understand why. In his opinion, he could obviously provide more help and protection to Jiaoyang. Thinking about it carefully, Auntie should be afraid that her power and clear identity will hurt Jiaoyang.

In addition, her mother had a bad temper when she was young and often suppressed her father's aunt in the backyard, so it was inevitable that she would be prejudiced against her. No matter what he does, others may not accept his favor.

Thinking of this, Sheng Yuzhi couldn't hide the sadness in his eyes.

Although he knew that what he was doing was unethical, he still guarded the door and did not go in. Secretly, he wanted to hear how he would talk about him in front of his aunt.

"What, Jiaoyang went to Baihualou?" Aunt Zhao looked at the note in her hand and felt anxious.

Those two girls didn't notify her when something happened and deliberately went to find Jiaoyang. What was going on in their minds? Wouldn't she know? Don’t you just want to see the scorching sun?

She had discovered before that they had unwanted thoughts about Jiaoyang, so she forbade them from seeing each other again. Who knew she was playing this trick behind her back?

Thinking of this, Aunt Zhao grabbed the armrest tightly.

It's not that she looks down on the romantic woman, it's just that she wants the best for her only child. After all, she wants to give him the best. not to mention

At this moment, a sound came from outside.

Aunt Zhao was interrupted from her thoughts and raised her head instantly: "Who?"

Sheng Yuzhi took a few steps back, his eyes panicked.

Wouldn't that

He immediately turned around and ran into the carriage.

When Aunt Zhao opened the door and looked outside, she saw the back of the young master leaving like crazy.

She frowned, lost in thought.

As for Jiaoyang who was in the flower house, the reason why she recognized the identity of the young man in Xuanyi was not because of his mysterious and strange temperament, nor his superb martial arts background, but because of the mask on his face. A silver mask covered with lines.

The mask almost completely covered his face. Except for a pair of extremely cold, slender black eyes and a beautifully shaped light-colored thin lips, Jiaoyang could not see even an inch of skin on his face.

Jiaoyang blinked and looked at him.

She knew that in the future, the boy in front of her would grow into the biggest villain in the world, with strong martial arts skills and cruel killings. He is the biggest obstacle on the way to the unprecedented prosperity of the Xiao Kingdom, and the cancer that all the loyal ministers in the court want to get rid of.

Although he acted arrogantly and made countless enemies, Xiao Beiheng still managed to escape unscathed in this era where there were many powerful people.

According to the original plot, his appearance was so beautiful that even flowers would change color at the sight. But now.

Jiaoyang raised her eyebrows, put her fingers on her chin, and looked at his face wearing a silver mask. You can't see anything at all?

Jiaoyang was full of anger, but she didn't know that one of the two people in front of her was the prince and the other was the villain. She squinted her eyes and picked the weak persimmon next to her.

"Who are you? Name yourself and hide here. What is your purpose?"

The person in front of her had tender skin, delicate features, and was dressed like a book boy. Just by looking at her Adam's apple and her slightly bulging breasts, Jiaoyang could tell at a glance that she was a woman disguised as a man.

Thinking of this, Jiaoyang couldn't help but secretly complained in her heart: Can't all the women who dress up as men nowadays be as professional as her? Who do you think is a fool?

The woman didn't know that her body had been exposed. She raised her chin and looked at Jiao Yang arrogantly: "What qualifications do you have to know my name, just a bastard of the prime minister's house?"

"Who wants to know your identity?" Jiaoyang glanced at her, "You are just a slave, I am asking your master."

The two people at the table remained calm, and the bull-headed face followed from behind. Jiaoyang noticed the glances they secretly exchanged.

"You." The woman dressed as a man was slightly angry, and then laughed angrily, "Well, since you are a playboy who can say that a young lady from an aristocratic family is not as shameless as a prostitute, there is no need to care about what you say. But..."

As she spoke, she walked behind Jiao Yang and looked at Bai Luo and Lu Zhu who were following them. She raised a sarcastic smile on her lips, then suddenly raised her hand and slapped each of them on the face. .

"I still need to be taught a lesson for disturbing my young master's peace."

There were two slaps, "pa" and "pa", and Bai Luo and Lu Zhu were stunned as soon as they arrived.

Just as the woman's lips twitched slightly, showing a satisfied smile, there was suddenly another heavy slap.

She covered her red face and took a few steps back after being hit. Her eyes widened and she looked at Sheng Jiaoyang in disbelief: "You dare to hit me? Do you know who I am?!"

Jiaoyang shook her hand that was a little sore from the beating, with a slight hook at the corner of her mouth and malice in her eyes: "I don't care who you are. If you make me unhappy, I'll beat you first to relieve your anger. It depends on the owner when beating a dog. Since Knowing that they are my men, if you move, you should be prepared to be beaten!"

The young man in mysterious clothes finally raised his head and glanced at her lightly.

Xiao Jingchen still looked like a young man who could hardly tell the difference between joy and anger, while the bull-headed face seemed to be dumbfounded, standing aside with his eyes wide open, not even saying a word.

Bailuo and Luzhu came to their senses, their cheeks were still burning, but it was up to them to endure it. If he had known this, he should not have told him what was going on here today just for his own selfish reasons.

At this moment, they were filled with regret, fearing that the young master would be implicated by them: "Young Master."

Jiaoyang ignored them, raised the corners of her mouth, and once again approached her step by step, "Two slaps, I've slapped one now, and there's still one more to go."

Just when she raised her hand and was about to slap her a second time, a black shadow floated past her eyes like a ghost. The next moment, Jiaoyang's wrist that was about to fall was tightly grasped, making it difficult for her to fall even an inch.

Jiaoyang's eyes widened, and her wrist was so painful that she struggled a little, looking at the silver mask so close in front of her.

"Young Master." The book boy called from behind, his eyes filled with admiration and admiration.

The corners of Jiaoyang's mouth were curled up, her eyes were teasing, and her wrist was still in his hand.

"It turns out you like this, so why not give me a try?"

The young man in Xuanyi's eyes did not move. Under his eyelashes, his eyes were emotionless and cold, as if what he saw was just a dead thing.