Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

"Jiaoyang?"

Shi Ling was drunk, tilted her head and looked at her for a while in confusion, then suddenly opened her eyes wide and hugged her into her arms.

Jiaoyang was on the phone with Lu Tingwan.

The corners of her mouth deepened, and when she lowered her head, a sense of success flashed across her eyes, fleetingly.

"Shi Ling?" She said in a surprised tone, and hung up the phone instantly with a move of her fingers.

Shi Ling didn't realize this. He hugged her almost uncontrollably. A few pieces of her collar were undone, and it was a little messy at the moment. The hair also hung down weakly.

His eyes were filled with sadness and frustration.

This man's brows were gloomy, completely different from the energetic look he had when we first met him.

"Don't leave me, don't leave me, okay? I didn't mean to lie to you. A few years ago, I never thought that I would meet you one day in the future."

Shi Ling leaned forward and kissed her lips, restraining her body to prevent her from moving. His hands were caressing her body inch by inch, he was so familiar with her

Jiaoyang's body trembled, her head fell on his chest, and she did not move away.

This unusually well-behaved look seemed to have opened up his memory and brought him back to the past. They seem to be the same as before, nothing has changed at all

Until a fist landed mercilessly on his face. Then the chest and abdomen.

Shi Ling felt a fishy smell in her throat. She took a few steps back, but subconsciously grabbed the woman in her arms.

"roll."

Lu Tingwan opened his fingers one by one. His expression was always so ferocious and terrifying, like an evil ghost. In the dark night, the storm brewing in his eyes threatened to tear him apart.

Shi Ling was stunned, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.

Only then did he realize that she had already chosen Lu Tingwan between the two of them. And without hesitation.

Seeing Lu Tingwan pulling her, forcefully bringing her into the car.

Shi Ling stayed behind, covering her chest and smiling wryly at herself.

Lu Tingwan threw Jiaoyang into the car and blocked her lips before she could react.

He tore open her skirt and covered it.

"What did he do to you, um, tell me? Why was your first reaction when you saw him was to hang up on me? What else is there between the two of you that has not been completely broken off?"

He lowered his eyes, and there was no reflection in his eyes. He pressed her with his weight-bearing strength.

"I didn't." Jiaoyang hugged his waist, begging for mercy with her red lips pouted pitifully, and leaned forward to kiss his lips, "It's Shi Ling, he was the one who snatched my phone away and then hung up on you. .”

His eyelashes trembled violently, his pupils suffocated, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.

"He kissed me and touched me," Jiaoyang leaned to his side, sniffed, and said aggrievedly, "I even pushed him, but he insisted on coming over, and I couldn't match my strength. Him. Although I know this was an accident, who knows if there will be a second accident? "

Jiaoyang glanced at him from the corner of her eye. Just as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed it back again, their fingers touching each other tightly.

Lu Tingwan turned her over, and she lay obediently on his chest. Her long hair had already fallen down, intertwining with him in a lingering and sorrowful way.

She leaned forward to kiss his lips again, but Lu Tingwan turned his face to avoid it.

Jiaoyang opened her eyes wide. She held his face, with a hint of amorous feelings in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, and a somewhat hurt look in her eyes:

"Tingwan, I didn't mean to get involved with him. Don't be angry with me, okay?"