Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Jiao Yang was sitting on the sofa. The news that the media had suppressed for several days was now released.

# Director Cheng Chu and actor Su Meier were killed in a car accident during a self-driving trip in the same car # . The words were high on Weibo’s hot searches, becoming # Lu Tingwan proposed to Sheng Jiaoyang # , # Sheng Jiaoyang married into the wealthy Lu family # , another hot spot in the future.

It triggered discussions among countless people below.

Jiaoyang turned the page down and twitched the corner of her mouth.

The man's footsteps were getting closer and closer to her. Jiaoyang heard it and did not turn off the screen.

Lu Tingwan walked over from behind and subconsciously glanced at the screen of her mobile phone. After seeing the content on her screen clearly, her breathing was slightly stifled.

A hand reached out from behind and dimmed her screen.

"Look what all this nonsense is doing."

The man smiled. He was wearing a black silk shirt with a slightly open collar and black trousers. With black hair and red lips, she looks like a male temptress.

He stretched out his hand to help her up and brushed her hair away with gentle movements.

Jiaoyang smiled brightly at him, and he smiled back.

"Go try on a wedding dress, it's the style you like."

The two held hands and walked together.

I don't know if she thought of something, but Jiaoyang suddenly smiled and said, "Tingwan, do you know what the difference between love and marriage is to me?"

"What is it?" He looked at her.

She also looked at him.

"To me, love is when a girl gives you her period of time, and marriage is when a girl is willing to give you her whole life."

His stern expression turned away, and he stretched out his finger to flick her head: "So...are you willing to give your life to me, Jiaoyang?"

"Since I have agreed to your proposal, there is no reason to go back on it," she pouted, like a child, "But I always feel that you have seen through me, and I still have many aspects. I haven’t gotten to know you, so it’s not fair at all.”

Lu Tingwan was stunned for a few seconds, then raised the corner of his mouth: "How about we get to know each other a few more times?"

Jiaoyang's eyes widened instantly and she shook him off: "I'm serious! I want to know more about you, Tingwan."

"What do you want to know about?" The man smiled and tucked a strand of her loose hair behind her ears.

"For example, have you ever hidden anything from me?" Jiaoyang blinked and looked at him.

He paused, retracted his hand, and his breathing was indistinguishable for a moment.

".Yes." He finally replied.

"Let's do that." Jiaoyang bent her eyes and looked at him with a smile, as if she was in a good mood, but there was only a bright light in her eyes, "Tell me a secret of yours, Tingwan. It can be something I don't know, or it can be something I don't know. It’s unknown to everyone.”

She came over and leaned on his chest: "After all, we are getting married, and I want to know more about you."

Lu Tingwan was stunned for a few seconds and subconsciously responded to her. After thinking for a while, he looked into the sky.

He raised the corners of his mouth: "Okay."

"Let me tell you a story. You have to listen carefully. My secret lies in this hometown."

"What story?" She raised her head and blinked.

"The story of a little boy and his father." His eyes were quiet and steady, and his eyes were deep, as if he was simply recalling a past period without any emotion.

Jiaoyang even doubted that this was not his story anymore.

"uncle?"

Lu Tingwan nodded, but his eyes were not looking at her.