Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Father Mo screamed and kept kowtowing in front of him, begging Sheng Xiao to spare his life. Sheng Xiao was upset and felt noisy, he kicked over, Father Mo groaned and fell to the ground.

The surroundings have already lost the courage to watch the excitement, a couple fell to the ground, and a body in pieces. Other than that, he was alone, deserted.

Sheng Xiao stepped up indifferently, and sneered at the line written in bright red paint on the wall: "Nonsense!"

He splashed the red paint bucket next to it.

This matter was widely circulated in the outside world, especially the matter that the second young master of the Sheng family, Sheng Zheng, and his sister, whose identity was not disclosed to the public, were suspected of cooperating to force his fiancée to death, which had a greater impact on the outside world.

And during this time, Sheng Zheng has completely indulged in the warmth brought by Jiao Yang. He got up from her bed and began to dress silently, his eyes calm.

I can't remember how many times, he gradually went from strongly resisting the painful entanglement at the beginning to being numb to what happened to them now.

Jiao Yang entangled him from behind, feeling his body start to tremble instantly, the corners of her mouth deepened, and said deliberately: "Sheng Zheng, let me give birth to a child for you."

"What did you say?" Sheng Zheng opened his eyes wide in an instant, and his eyes fell on her stomach, his body trembled, and the panic in his heart continued to spread, "You, what are you kidding?"

Jiao Yang laughed instantly, fearing that the world would not be chaotic: "Of course I'm joking, how is this possible? Women are responsible for giving birth, and after giving birth, they have to lose their shape, so I won't be like that." Stupid to give birth to a man."

Sheng Zheng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and looked at Jiao Yang with complicated eyes. I don't know whether I should be happy or unhappy.

He sighed for a long time, and stretched out his hand to stroke her long, beautiful and smooth hair.

Jiao Yang squinted her eyes, looked at Sheng Zheng's face, and suddenly smiled: "I suddenly have a question, Sheng Zheng. If I weren't your sister, would you still push me away again and again?"

Sheng Zheng's arm stiffened. Even though she was his younger sister, after pushing her away again and again, he took the initiative to hug her back. Perhaps, as Sheng Xiao said, he is indeed a hypocrite.

If she is not my sister

From the bottom of Sheng Zheng's heart, this humble prayer suddenly rose. Then he laughed self-deprecatingly, how is this possible?

"If you weren't my sister, not only would we not love each other, we wouldn't even meet each other." He shouldn't expect too much from her, this answer is the best choice.

Jiao Yang smiled, as if she had expected such an answer, "Yes."

Before Sheng Zheng came to his senses, what did she mean, and when she continued to say, her hand even reached into his clothes familiarly, took out a cigarette, lit it, and blew out a puff of white smoke:

"So, I'm tired of playing with you, Sheng Zheng. I'm tired of everything about you."

Sheng Zheng stayed at home, facing the empty room alone. My heart is both painful and helpless.

He lit a cigarette and smoked silently.

It's a pack of ladies' cigarettes, and it doesn't smoke well enough. But because Jiao Yang often likes to touch his cigarette, he can only change his cigarette to a lady.

Before he knew it, he had changed so much.

Sheng Zheng laughed at himself. He once quit smoking, but he couldn't quit her no matter what.