Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

There were noisy voices all around, Jiao Yang looked at the corpse in a daze, until several gunshots were heard in her ears, she fell into a familiar embrace, and the surrounding crowd screamed and dispersed.

"Get out! Get out of my way!"

Sheng Xiao was mad with anger, his eyes were full of anger, he protected Jiao Yang in his arms, and stayed away from this place.

And at this time, Jiao Yang pushed him away and looked at him with a half-smile: "Why did you rush over here in such a hurry, Sheng Xiao, because... do you know what will happen?"

Sheng Xiao's expression changed, and he stretched out his hand to pull her: "What are you talking about, Jiao Yang, me."

Jiao Yang avoided his hand, and grinned, "Could it be you, what did you do to that woman, that's why she couldn't figure it out and wanted to commit suicide?"

Looking at Sheng Xiao's complex expression, the smile on Jiao Yang's face gradually faded, but soon, she raised her smile again: "I think it's better for us to stay away from each other in the future, Sheng Xiao. Owl."

Because of sympathy for Mo Jingya? No, it is not. Sheng Jiaoyang's eyes will only be cast on the strong, and will not show mercy to the weak people below. She is a woman who seems to do whatever she wants, but in fact is indifferent and cruel in her bones.

"Because you are too perverted, Sheng Xiao, I don't think we are suitable, not even friends."

Would a man really want to seduce another woman, or even sleep with her, just because he loves a woman, and loves her so much that he wants to make his beloved happy?

Then this love is close to pathological. He's breaking down a little bit.

The system feels that the three views have been subverted. And Jiao Yang, who has experienced these things, is no longer familiar with them.

She reached out to touch his cheek, and met his heartbroken eyes. His body was trembling, and he was enduring all this silently, as if he had already expected this ending.

The corner of his mouth still had his usual smirk, and his eyes were already moist: "I didn't intend to hide it from you, after all, you have always been so smart."

Jiao Yang smiled.

"If... you really want to leave, can you kiss me at the end, or give me a hug... just that." He took her arm and begged.

Jiao Yang raised the corner of her mouth, kissed her fingertips, then raised her toes, and lightly pressed her fingers on his lips.

At that moment, Sheng Xiao even felt that he was purified and his soul was truly sublimated.

Jiao Yang left. Before leaving, she left a sentence: "Mo Jingya committed suicide, but the words next to it were not left by her. She can't do such a thing."

Sheng Xiao looked at her back and secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

There are still too many things for him to deal with later. He believed in Jiao Yang's judgment, but if it wasn't Mo Jingya, who would it be?

Could it be that someone, like the last time he faked Mo Jingya to send a letter to Sheng Zheng, also faked Mo Jingya's font?

Sheng Xiao took out the pistol strapped to his waist, and walked back to the door of Mo's house step by step. Mo's father and Mo's mother knelt on the ground, crying bitterly at their daughter's incomplete body.

When Mo's mother saw Sheng Xiao, the resentment in her eyes was about to overflow, and she rushed over: "You murderer! You are heinous, you deserve to be condemned by God! You give back my poor daughter's life, and you give back my daughter!"

Sheng Xiao didn't look at her, and shot her directly in the leg. With a "bang", Mo's mother fell into a pool of blood.