Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

That little girl, every move, every word and every action, she knew that she was well-bred, and she was not as rude and unreasonable as her son said on weekdays. My son did something wrong and didn't let him down in public.

If it was her, she would have gone up to cough and cough, and it would be far away.

You say you don’t like it if you don’t like it, and you pour dirty water on the innocent little girl who likes you wholeheartedly. Isn’t this what a man should do?

Yun Lan frowned tightly, and no longer felt that she was wrong, her son is a complete bastard, he has the same virtue as his father, and a dog can't change his eating shit.

"I really don't understand, there is such a clean and beautiful fiancée who doesn't like it, why do you have to go outside to provoke those dubious wild flowers?

If you continue to behave like this, will there be any innocent girl from a well-matched family willing to marry you as a daughter-in-law in the future? ! "

Zuo Jiling is depressed, and is not in the mood to break up with her now: "Have you finished?"

"You..." Yun Lan was stunned, and when she met his dark eyes, she became even more angry, "What kind of attitude is this, I'm your mother!"

Ling has already dragged her steps upstairs.

"Zuo Jiling!"

Yun Lan was so angry that she couldn't get rid of it after thinking for a long time, and finally called her dead husband who didn't know where he was fooling around.

This is the good son he brought out, don't even look at what has become!

The next day, Jiaoyang resumed her normal campus life. After morning self-study, she struggled for a while between going to the cafeteria to buy food and showing her presence in front of her boyfriend.

Finally, it was decided to have breakfast together after brushing up the sense of presence in front of my boyfriend.

While Jiao Yang was praising her for her wit, a row of people walked in. The leader was a young man with handsome features, but his brows were lowered, and his tall stature gave people a sense of oppression.

The crowd dispersed in an instant, leaving Jiaoyang alone in his seat for no apparent reason.

"Sheng Jiaoyang, are you the woman who was following Young Master Zuo in the bar yesterday?"

A person beside him kindly leaned into Jiao Yang's ear: "This is the younger brother of the beaten Young Master Jiang, Second Young Master Jiang."

so?

Jiao Yang twitched her beautiful eyebrows, looking at the good-looking boy in front of her, her first reaction was, are these really two brothers? How can the products made by the same parents be so different?

But did he come to seek revenge?

Her eyes lit up, she retracted her five fingers under the table, and turned her wrist around: "That's right, it's me."

Jiao Yang raised her chin to admit it, as if very proud.

She didn't say that fighting was her favorite thing besides flirting.

To be precise, it is watching others being beaten by oneself.

Just when Jiaoyang thought that he could show his talents and tell those ignorant boys that he was not weak, the young man's eyes suddenly burst into fiery emotions.

Jiao Yang was so startled that she instantly withdrew her hand that was about to reach out.

You are going to be beaten, are you still so happy?

Could this person be a pervert, just like the group of ghost men who joined forces to snap him off in his previous life.

This is definitely a stain that Jiao Yang will never erase in this life!

However, he grabbed Jiaoyang's wrist, with a posture that he would not let go even if he died, and closed his eyes: "Sheng Jiaoyang, I like you!"

There was a moment of silence, and then—

"Oh~!" All the onlookers began to watch the show.