Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Everyone was dumbfounded and looked at Jiaoyang's actions at this moment in shock.

Even Bo Yunli was a little unable to react in time, and even had no time to stop her when she took action.

"ah--"

The plate full of vegetable juice, soup, and rice was all poured onto Ke Wanning's clothes and skirts.

Ke Wanning raised her head, her eyes even filled with anger that she couldn't take back, but when she met the deep eyes in front of her, her neck stiffened instantly.

Jiaoyang came closer with her lips curled up, her eyes full of sarcasm and aggressiveness: "What, are you feeling wronged?"

"If you make me unhappy and the Sheng family puts pressure on you, do you think you can survive on your own? On the other hand, do you dare to bring your servant mother to the Sheng family to stir up trouble? Well, you dare ?"

What's going on? No matter what others did, she always had a smile on her face and seemed to not care about anything.

Did she really get anxious this time?

Ke Wanning shrunk her neck and quickly lowered her head, not daring to say another word, only showing a weak gesture.

She was not afraid of Sheng Jiaoyang, but she was afraid that she would complain to her father when she went back. As she said, if the Sheng family attacked her, it would be impossible for her to withstand it. And if she offended Uncle Bo, even if he had always liked her before, compared with Sheng Jiaoyang, she could hardly guarantee that Uncle Bo would kick her and her mother out of the Bo family.

Ke Wanning bit her lower lip, feeling the soup drop by drop falling from the top of her head, feeling humiliated.

My mother has been working hard for most of her life. She just wants her to live a good life with herself in the future. She doesn’t have to look at other people’s faces to do things. She can get whatever she wants and buy whatever she wants. She doesn’t have to be cowardly or eat other people’s leftovers. Leftovers, no need to touch the cold water with those scarred hands in the middle of winter!

What's wrong with her?

If she hadn't had a good background, why would she have had such a hard life? Who doesn't want to be like Sheng Jiaoyang, who doesn't want to please anyone, and doesn't want to talk to anyone. Anyway, no matter how she is, there will always be a group of attentive people around her.

If it weren't for her background, her excellence would be more than enough for Yunli! Even if Uncle Bo loves him dearly, why would he not even think about himself when considering his son's life-long matters?

Isn't Sheng Jiaoyang just relying on her background? People in this world are all snobs! She just wants to climb up. She is not wrong. What is wrong is the world!

The boys looked at Ke Wanning in surprise. They had never seen the goddess in such a mess. I don’t know why, but the perfect and unavailable filter deep in my heart towards her is a little broken at this moment.

"Jiaoyang." Bo Yunli was a little big-headed. He reached out to pull her. He was not even sure whether she could still be considered Jiaoyang at this moment.

Jiaoyang shook off Bo Yunli again and looked at him coldly: "I remember what I told you last time, I'm not interested in you."

Bo Yunli was stunned for a moment, recalling the scene that happened that day in his mind. The little girl who said she liked him with a smile, and the slap he got inexplicably later.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he came to a conclusion in his heart: she was number three.

Sure enough, as the results said, No. 3 was the most violent and vicious, the embodiment of all the dark sides of Jiao Yang.

He is now so skilled that he can tell whether she is number two or number three just by looking at her.

"Jiaoyang. You." The girls hesitated to speak. They were worried that Jiaoyang was stimulated.

But looking at the drenched Ke Wanning over there, who dared to be angry but dared not speak, she actually felt happy no matter what she looked at.