Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Jiaoyang choked on the strong smell of alcohol on his body. Before she could react, she heard him say in a hoarse voice: "Jiaoyang, I like you. I like you so much. I know this shouldn't be done, but every time When I see you, I can't control my inner thoughts. I know I deserve to die, but I can't forget your shadow. I've been secretly in love with you for eight full years."

And Sheng Er said that he was going to touch her.

Eight years? Wasn't she only nine years old at that time? What kind of thing is this person? What a pervert!

Jiaoyang was startled and tried to push him away in a panic. However, before she could take action, the man in front of her had already fallen down.

She was stunned for a moment, and the next moment she saw her brother in front of her, whose face was twisted and his eyes were filled with anger.

This was the first time that Jiaoyang saw Sheng Yuzhi like this. In her eyes, he always seemed to be a gentle and modest gentleman. However, when she saw her brother at this time, she still rushed towards her brother very happily, her voice was full of dependence: "Brother .”

Jiaoyang buried her head in his arms, rubbed against his chest, and said coquettishly with dependence, "You're here."

However, this time, Sheng Yuzhi held her arms tightly and pushed her away from her arms. His eyes were locked on her, looking at her from top to bottom, and his voice was cold and hoarse: "What's going on?"

His hands kept rubbing and wiping her body, as if he wanted to clean the place where the man just touched her.

Jiaoyang immediately became unhappy again. When Sheng Yuzhi saw that scene, not only did he not come to comfort her immediately, but he was so indifferent to her and said something that seemed like a question. He was no longer a good brother in her mind.

"What's going on," Jiaoyang complained aggrievedly, "Didn't you see? I passed by him without incident, but he wanted to pounce on me, so is it my fault? You are not nice to me at all. You don’t care about me at all, and you don’t think about me at all. I hate you the most, and now I hate you even more than I hate the bull-headed face!”

After Jiao Yang said this, she pushed him away and ran towards her residence.

When she passed him, Sheng Yuzhicai reacted suddenly, and his face turned pale when he realized what he had just said out of control.

He chased after her and hugged her from behind. Jiaoyang pushed him away unceremoniously, and he hugged her again. Jiaoyang pushed her again, and he hugged her again.

After five or six times, Jiaoyang didn't bother to push away anymore. She felt the man behind her and snorted coldly: You're cruel.

"I'm sorry, Jiaoyang, I'm sorry." Sheng Yuzhi trembled all over and hugged Jiaoyang in fear, with tears in his eyes and his voice was choked with sobs, "Brother didn't mean it. I didn't mean to do that to you. Please forgive me, brother, forgive me." Brother, how are you?"

Jiaoyang hummed again, raised her head, and turned around: "Okay, seeing as you are so sincere this time, I will forgive you this time, but only this time."

Sheng Yu couldn't help but nodded and asked tentatively: "What about now?"

"Now, of course, I am in front of the bull-headed face again."

Jiaoyang replied with a smile, and her brother smiled in relief.

On the way back, Sheng Yuzhi took Jiaoyang's hand, and Jiaoyang repeated exactly what Sheng Er had just told him.

Sheng Yuzhi listened with a solemn expression and kept muttering: "Eight years. A whole eight years."

In the past eight years, he has encountered the blazing sun so many times that it scares him to think about it. Fortunately, nothing happened. This time, it was his fault. However, the two families are of the same lineage.

A cold light appeared in his eyes.

Jiaoyang blinked and looked at him knowingly: "Brother, what's wrong?"

"nothing."

Sheng Yuzhi led her to a stop and held her shoulders: "Jiaoyang, don't be afraid, leave everything to me, brother will make all the annoying people in this world disappear."

Jiaoyang's face was filled with joy: "Really?"

Sheng Yuzhi nodded in agreement.

And after that, the Erfang family did not appear in front of her again.

However, as far as she knew, the second aunt in the Prime Minister's Mansion was not a simple person originally, and she also had a certain relationship with the Guangping Prince's Mansion. In terms of seniority, she was still the ox-faced aunt.

The reason why this bloodline was able to disappear completely in a short period of time, Jiaoyang knew, must be due to Niutoulian.

So she specially held a banquet to express her gratitude and planned to "treat" Niutoulian to a big meal. But I don’t know which link went wrong. In the end, my brother, the paralyzed face, and the ugly guy all knew about it.

Her brother looked wrong at her, and even though Jiaoyang explained that they were a family and didn't need to be so careful, nothing could be saved. He also has a paralyzed face. He is just here to eat and drink. He insists on saying anything but turns a blind eye and turns a blind eye to what he says. He obviously has a share of the credit. I really don’t understand that he is the emperor now and still loves to take advantage of him. Small bargain.

As for that ugly guy, Jiaoyang felt that as a villain, it was his nature to have a small belly. If he knew that he had hosted a banquet and invited his brother, bull-headed face, and paralyzed face, but not him, he would definitely think that he deliberately wanted to isolate her, and then secretly set up a trap to retaliate against her!

In desperation, at first we only invited Niutoulian alone, but later we invited a large table of people.

Regarding this, Jiaoyang expressed her distress, and then secretly glared at Niutoulian.

She swore that if anything good happened in the future, she would never think about him again.

On the day of the banquet, Jiaoyang had been waiting in the flower building early and ordered the scene to be arranged. Every aspect was carefully designed. Finally, Cao Qingqing, that annoying follower, didn't attend the party. She was in a good mood, and the more she thought about it, the happier she became.

Immediately afterwards, she sat down at the banquet table early and began to wait for the next few people to arrive.

As time passed, Jiaoyang suspected that she had been tricked, why no one had arrived yet.

Just when she opened the door angrily, she fell into a familiar embrace and was thrown to the floor.

Jiaoyang was stunned for a moment, blinked, and looked at the man on top of her. He smelled of alcohol, but it smelled very good: "A cow-headed face? Why are you crazy?!"

The bull-faced man held her tightly in his arms. He was just touching her all over, and his clothes were messed up by him. After hearing her voice, his body suddenly stiffened.

Just when Jiaoyang thought he was going to stop, he opened a pair of red bull eyes, roared, and rushed towards her like crazy. First he bit her lips, nibbled on her lips, and then He moved his lips back and kissed her all the way, and his clothes were almost peeled off by him.

"Hot sun. Hot sun." He kissed her and touched her, murmuring unconsciously with red eyes, but his voice was painful, begging, "Please touch me, please touch me, please."

The corner of Jiaoyang's mouth twitched, and she reached out and touched him twice casually, but the bull-headed face hugged her tightly and kept calling her.

"I love you, I love you, Sun."

As he spoke, he continued to fuck her with his eyes closed, his eyes intoxicated.

Jiaoyang kept her eyes open, feeling everything happening in her body. She was somehow sober and not unresponsive.

But she thought for a while, and finally stretched out her hand, hugged the bull-faced waist, and snuggled her head on his chest obediently.