Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

What does it mean for a villain to file a complaint first, Jiao Yang fully demonstrated it.

Sheng Cheng put down the phone, and wearing a gorgeous military jacket, he went out the window and looked at the endless blue sky.

"Young Marshal," someone stepped in, holding a document in his hand, "This is a petition for peace sent from various places."

Sheng Cheng casually picked up a few of them, glanced casually over them, coldly and distantly: "Got it."

What turned around was a face about four or five points similar to Sheng Zheng's, and it was even more mature, with deeper and more erect features and sharp edges and corners.

He put down the documents, went to the desk and put on black leather gloves, "I will leave the matter here to you for the time being."

"Then you." The visitor was slightly startled.

The corners of the man's mouth curled up slightly, and his cold eyes seemed to melt into water in an instant, "There is a child at home who is having a temper tantrum, I'll go back and deal with it first."

After Sheng Zheng left, Jiao Yang hung up the phone and stayed alone in the room, hugging herself into a ball, staring at the mess on the ground in a daze.

There was no sound in the room for a long time.

The commotion they made was so loud just now, and with Sheng Zheng slamming the door and leaving, Jiao Yang couldn't believe that Sheng Xiao didn't hear it.

Sheng Xiao had been lingering at the door for a long time, hesitating for a long time, but he was still worried that Jiao Yang wouldn't think about it, so he pushed the door open.

At a glance, he saw Jiao Yang curled up in the corner of the bed, wrapping her body in a quilt, looking at him with those big eyes, no matter how she looked at her, she looked pitiful.

Sheng Xiao clenched his fists instantly, but he smiled jokingly and walked towards her: "I remember, someone said before that as long as it is the man she wants, there will be nothing she can't get in the end."

But now you have done everything, even moths to the flame, what did you get in the end?

My silly sister, Sheng Zheng is no better than others, he is a heartless man. Seemingly affectionate, in reality he is more heartless than anyone else.

He bent down and stroked Jiaoyang's hair with a smile, "Why don't you play with Sheng Zheng and come to me. I can play a lot more tricks than Sheng Zheng. I'm still young, and Sheng Zheng is old. Can't keep up with your rhythm."

"Rogue!" Jiao Yang threw the pillow on him and gave him a blank look. She hates men who make sarcastic remarks afterwards.

Sheng Xiao caught the pillow and was silent for a long time, just looking down at her.

Then he squatted down halfway, letting her eyes meet his own, and a face resembling Sheng Zheng magnified in front of her. Jiao Yang suddenly discovered that these two brothers look so much alike.

It's just that their temperaments are quite different, so it's often overlooked.

"In your eyes, can you really only see the second brother? Can you really not look at me? I'm no worse than him in appearance."

He is still smiling, but the smile is so far-fetched no matter how you look at it. In the end, under her gaze, Sheng Xiao couldn't stop laughing.

He stood up, his eyes were extremely dark. He came to one side and picked up the scattered cards on the ground one by one.

Sheng Xiao looked at it with deep eyes. Holding the cards, he came to Jiao Yang again, squatted down, and counted the cards in his hand one by one: "Jiao Yang, let's play a game."

Jiao Yang looked at him and tilted her head.

The corners of his mouth were raised, obviously smiling, but the emotion he revealed was so sad, "Play one. Draw cards, see who has the highest number, the loser will fight the winner, and say something I love Your game."