Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Jiaoyang pushed him away again, faced his stunned gaze, and turned away.

With a paralyzed face, he hugged her from behind and tightly held her waist. His body was trembling slightly when he was close to her. This was the first time that the lofty Ninth Five-Year Master looked like this. Should she be proud? I felt that this man really loved me, and then I came to him obediently.

Jiaoyang sneered.

The voice from behind was choked with sobs: "How did we get to this point, Jiaoyang."

Blame him for being too paranoid, or blame her for being too ruthless.

"Why are you asking me this question? Shouldn't you ask yourself?" Jiaoyang didn't look back, too lazy to see his face.

"Am I wrong?" The voice behind him calmed down, as if he was deep in thought for a while, before continuing, "But I don't regret it. If I didn't do this, you would belong to someone else. At least I can still be entangled with you now, even if it's I feel pain and hate, but I don’t mind.”

This lunatic, she really had a brain problem before she thought he was pretty good.

"release."

Jiaoyang looked down at his arm and said coldly.

He looked at her numbly for a while and made no move.

Jiaoyang opened his fingers one by one, and the next moment she pointed her toes and walked away.

He chased a few steps away in astonishment and looked at the sky.

"Your Majesty." The palace attendants around him caught up, but Xiao Beichen stretched out his hand to stop him. His deep eyes were still looking at the direction of the sky and his tone was firm.

"He can't escape."

Even if it is heaven, it is still the heaven of his Xiao country!

Jiaoyang walked aimlessly on the street for a while. She couldn't go back to Niutoulian's house, and she didn't want to see him for the time being.

It suddenly occurred to her that she had bought several houses in the capital before, which were her own.

But where did she put the title deed?

Jiaoyang scratched her head in distress, and then suddenly realized: "Damn it, all my things are still in the Prime Minister's Mansion."

I was walking in a hurry before and followed the bull face without taking anything. Now it seems that elopement requires caution.

After thinking about it for a while, she realized that she had no place to stay for the time being. Although her properties were almost all over Shangjing, some of them were given to her by people with paralyzed faces and ugly people, and some were given to her by her brother and people with bull-headed faces. If she stayed in an inn, she would stay with A Niang. Why is she so miserable in this territory?

After some consideration, Jiaoyang decided to go back and get something.

The carriage stopped at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and Jiao Yang quietly climbed over the wall to the other courtyard without disturbing anyone. When passing by a room, I smelled a strange fragrance on the tip of my nose.

Jiaoyang frowned and passed by without stopping. Finally, she came to the door of her room, and a familiar figure was standing there.

Jiaoyang curled her lips and walked past without much pause.

Aniang was startled when she heard the footsteps, turned around and revealed a haggard face. When she saw Jiaoyang, her eyes were filled with joy: "Jiaoyang, you."

Jiaoyang snorted, walked around her and continued to walk to her room: "Don't get me wrong, I didn't intend to stay when I came back this time."

A-niang's expression froze, and the next moment she showed a forced smile: "Okay, if you don't want to live here, just stay there. Have you eaten? Stay for lunch. A-niang will make you your favorite cake."

Jiaoyang ignored her and went in, rummaging through the boxes and cabinets to find something: where did she put her things?

A-niang continued to nag: "You haven't been here these days, so my mother saw that your room was gathering dust, so she cleaned it for you and organized your things, just like when you still lived in the Prime Minister's Mansion."