Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

As for Jiao Yang, she obviously didn't want to relax. In other words, she might not have noticed or even cared whether Sheng Zheng was in a good mood or not.

She calmly looked out the car window.

In the end, Sheng Zheng couldn't bear it anymore, and sighed helplessly. Jiang Nian expressed a strong interest in her, this little girl has always been clever, so she will not fail to notice.

He doesn't know what kind of attitude Jiao Yang has towards Jiang Nian, or the reason why she didn't speak all the way is because she misses Jiang Nian.

Although they met only once, there were never countless women who fell in love with Jiang Nian after only one glance and couldn't extricate themselves from it.

"Jiaoyang," Sheng Zheng looked at her, his eyes carefully scrutinized, not letting go of even the slightest change in her expression, "What do you say to that Jiang Nian."

"Jiang Nian?" She blinked, "Isn't he your good friend, do you want to introduce him to me?"

"No, it's not."

Sheng Zheng quickly denied it, and uncontrollably poked Jiao Yang's face again, then sighed, "Stay away from him, he...is not a good guy."

Are you a good guy then? Sheng Zheng, knowing that he is not a good guy, shouldn't he stay away from his sister? What if we lead her into ruin?

The smile on the corner of Jiao Yang's mouth deepened, "What about Young Master Zheng?"

She looked at Sheng Zheng purely, and tilted her head: "Is Young Master Zheng a good person?"

Sheng Zheng paused, was silent for a while, and then smiled: "My brother may not be a good person, but he will never do anything to hurt my sister. Because you are the one I will protect in my life, even if I risk my life. "

You said so.

Her eyes are bright, and her face is as bright and dazzling as the sun: "Okay."

The climate in the south is warm and humid, even in the twelfth lunar month, the man is wearing a beautiful long gown and mandarin jacket embroidered with wax snow and red plums, and the fox fur is put aside.

There are several stoves in the house, which are very warm. The four treasures of the study are placed on the case, and a picture of the aspirations of rivers and rivers hangs on it in the middle of the wall, with thick ink and light colors.

He holds a cigarette in his left hand, and holds an inscription with a brush stained with ink in his right hand. The appearance is handsome, the standard belongs to the appearance of a beautiful man in the south of the Yangtze River, the eyes seem to be painted with thick ink, and the characters are like the person.

Cheng Jiuye was born as a warlord, only his surname is known but no one knows his name. On weekdays, he likes to play with words, and secretly plots and schemes. He is one of the most powerful people in this area. He is vicious and cruel, but he has always declared to the outside world that he is just a literati.

There was a sound of footsteps outside, and the door was pushed open forcefully. The person who came was Cheng Jiuye's nephew, now his adopted son, Cheng Jue (jué).

"You sent Jiaoyang to the Sheng family, right? Why didn't you tell me?"

The young man slapped the table angrily, and the ink splashed countless black spots on the rice paper.

Cheng Jiuye glanced at him, his expression was very calm, "You are so grown up, and you are still so frizzy, how can you talk to your father in such a tone, how proper is it?"

"answer me."

There was a hint of viciousness in Cheng Jue's eyes, perfectly inheriting from his adoptive father, "Why did you send her there without my consent?"

"It's her job."

Cheng Jiuye looked at him indifferently, "If she hadn't been of such use value, I wouldn't have saved her back then, and she wouldn't have had the need to continue living."