Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

"You" Ke Wanning's eyes were stunned. The moment she saw Jiao Yang, her body subconsciously stepped back, but she forgot that she was tied to a chair by Wu Hua Da.

She staggered back and almost fell to the ground.

"What's going on? You were the one who asked me to come out just now. Why do you look so surprised now?"

Jiaoyang looked at her with a half-smile, and walked towards her, with one hand across her chest, and the other hand pulling away countless pieces of scrap equipment and steel.

"Before you asked your mother to seduce my father, why didn't you think that it would happen now?"

A loud crackling sound hit the ground. Ke Wanning screamed in fear and closed her eyes.

"I didn't, I didn't! I didn't ask your mother to seduce your father. It was her, it was her. I didn't know anything. When your father brought my mother and I near the villa, we had a big fight."

Ke Wanning finished saying this in one breath, tears already streaming down her face.

It is true that she is not willing to be the daughter of a servant, but who would be willing to be the daughter of a mistress?

Her mother is a mistress, and the other person is Sheng Jiaoyang's father. She feels more shameful than anyone else about this matter.

How can mother be so selfish! When she was doing all this, did she ever think about herself? Mom never thought about her.

The provocative words she said to Sheng Jiaoyang that day actually hurt the enemy eight hundred and hurt herself a thousand.

"Really?" Jiaoyang's mouth curled back, and her eyes were filled with unfathomable depth, "When you showed off your power to me that day, you were not like this now."

Jiaoyang walked up to Ke Wanning and handed the umbrella to Fu Qiran. He took it almost subconsciously and held the umbrella for Jiaoyang.

The people around them were surprised when they saw it, and they all stared at the two of them with interest: When did Mr. Fu become such a coward?

screw you.

Fu Qiran's eyes gave them three words.

Maybe she knew that nothing good would happen to her today, but also, if she fell into Sheng Jiaoyang's hands, she didn't expect anything else to happen to her.

Ke Wanning, who was trembling with fear just now, suddenly laughed boldly, but her body was still shaking uncontrollably: "You said, Sheng Jiaoyang, the dignified eldest daughter of the Sheng family, the well-received and gentle Sheng Jiaoyang in the school, secretly It’s like this, what will happen if this matter gets spread today?”

"Huh?" Jiaoyang frowned and glanced at her.

"Then you will die."

Fu Qiran took a few steps forward, holding the umbrella steadily with his hand, his eyes were quiet, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "You will die in my hands."

"One life for another, as people like you often say, a life like mine is worth trading for Sheng Jiaoyang's life and the downfall of the Sheng family."

Ke Wanning looked at Jiaoyang and smiled: "You know, Senior Sister Jiaoyang, you are really the most hypocritical person I have ever seen in my life. You are obviously so vicious, but you have been wearing a hypocritical mask for more than ten years, and You have to keep wearing it. You are so pitiful, hateful, and pathetic!"

"Snapped!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a slap hit her face, causing burning pain.

A group of gangsters behind them lit up their cigarettes as if something was on fire, cheering and cheering, and the atmosphere instantly became enthusiastic.

Ke Wanning turned her face to one side, feeling the pain on her face. She froze in place for a while, then turned her head and stared at Jiaoyang in disbelief.