Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Fu Qiran thought about it for a long time after returning, but he couldn't think of a way to make No. 3 trust him again.

He did not tell No. 2 about his current situation with No. 3.

Of course he wouldn't give that woman the chance to laugh at him as much as she wanted.

Fu Qiran buried his head on the sofa, grabbing his hair, feeling in a mess, thinking about the harsh words he said to her, and the more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became.

What happened to him at noon today? What happened to him?

He didn't dare to think about it again.

Fu Qiran straightened up, thought of something, and suddenly snapped his fingers excitedly.

Trust can be rebuilt.

The reason why she accepted him last time was because he helped her deal with Ke Wanning! Although Ke Wanning was killed now, isn't her mother still there?

Fu Qiran suddenly thanked her profusely. Last time, he didn't bother to kill her mother too.

Although this time, the effect may not be as good as the previous time, but there is nothing bad.

Fu Chiran bit his finger, took out his mobile phone with his right hand, and slowly typed a line of text on a number: Do you want to take revenge on your dad and his lover?

This number belongs to No. 3, a mobile phone unique to No. 3, which he bought for her.

Fu Qiran thought he would have to wait a while for a reply. After all, No. 3 was not always there. Unexpectedly, the reply to the message was very fast, almost in seconds: My dad has more than one little lover.

Fu Qiran was stunned for a while and continued typing: What should I say?

The other party responded with a sneer.

Jiaoyang leaned on the back of the bed, her long black hair hanging down, and there was the sound of water in the bathroom.

She thought for a while and continued: There are many things that No. 1 is not willing to face.

That's why she doesn't know anything. So No. 3 has to bear all the dark and dirty things.

Fu Qiran frowned. Thinking of what No. 2 said to him today, he became more determined.

He really felt sorry for her, just like he felt sorry for himself.

Fu Qiran opened his eyes wide and stared at the cat's head for a few seconds, suddenly feeling that the cat looked like her.

He laughed.

"That would be easier."

"how do you want to do it?"

"Leave it to me." Fu Qiran typed these three words solemnly, feeling extremely grateful that she did not pursue the unpleasant incident that happened today with him.

He put the phone on his heart and felt his heart beating violently.

It was as if I had come back to my senses after escaping from hell.

Fu Qiran smiled, he was like this, and he cared so much about No. 3, how could he still like No. 2?

He was also made suspicious by Bo Yunli all day long.

He will not ride in two boats like Bo Yunli. Because he hates that kind of people the most, no matter men or women, who clearly have a fiancée but still don't know anything about it.

Just like his father who had a lowly bloodline and secretly had an illegitimate child.

At Jiaoyang's place, the bathroom door slowly opened, and a man wearing a white bathrobe stepped out.

Jiaoyang smiled and threw the mobile phone in her bag, leaned back on the bed, lifted the quilt, and was wearing a nightgown of the same style. She opened her hands.

"Come here quickly."

Jiang Sicheng smiled, walked over, lay on the bed with her, clasped her waist from behind, and brought his nose close to smell the fragrance of her hair.

Jiaoyang often stayed up at night these days, and hung out with Jiang Sicheng several times.

Sheng Xianglin thought she had moved out and lived with Bo Yunli, so he didn't bother to care about her. Bo Yunli thought she had returned to Sheng's house for something.

After going back and forth like this, there was an opportunity for the two of them to hang out together.

Jiang Sicheng still smiled politely, curling up the corners of his mouth, and untied the straps of her nightgown with his fingers.

She grasped his thigh tightly, smiled coquettishly, half-closed her eyes, and turned to look at him from front to back: "I'm a little uncomfortable with Dr. Jiang's look."

Her thick wavy black hair spread down, covering most of her face. The way she looked sideways at people looked really noble, innocent, and charming.

Jiang Sicheng caressed her face and hair lovingly. She leaned over and touched her lips with his lips. Then Jiaoyang hugged his neck, and the two kissed inseparably.

"Is there anything you're not used to?" His fingers gently and slowly stroked her waist, circling around her waist. Then he raised his head and spoke slowly, his voice a little hoarse.

"You used to never let me get closer," her eyes turned into crescent moons, "especially when you were explaining the treatment plan to me."

Jiang Sicheng laid her down completely on the bed, covered her body, pinched her arms with both hands, and lingered near her lips with an expression of obsession and intoxication.

"I think I also need a psychiatrist." He said calmly, his voice steady.

Jiaoyang's curiosity was aroused.

It also means someone is going to be out of luck.

She found that Jiang Sicheng's voice had always been steady. If there is a situation that makes his voice unsteady, he usually chooses not to speak.

Just so silent, looking at her.

"Tell me, what do you need?" Jiaoyang looked at him, tilting her head, her eyes puzzled, pure and innocent, she grabbed his arm and moved it, "Aren't you a psychiatrist yourself? Why do you want others to see you? .”

Jiang Sicheng almost screamed, he frowned, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, he restrained Jiaoyang, his eyes reproachful.

The two stared at each other for a long time, until Jiaoyang blinked his eyes in a playful manner, and then he continued: "A doctor does not heal himself."

Only now does he understand what it means to be a wise man who cannot fall in love, and it is difficult for you to be a wise man.

"That must be your problem."

Jiaoyang looked at him with a smile, "Actually, I really want you to help me get rid of No. 1 and No. 3, but I don't want you to do that because I don't want to make it difficult for you as a doctor. Tell me, am I Very considerate?”

Jiang Sicheng smiled self-deprecatingly. No matter how difficult it was, he did it for her. He explained: "It's not that I don't want to help you, but as far as the current technology is concerned, there is only the technology to kill the secondary personality or the main personality. There is no way to kill the main personality and the negative personality at the same time and keep the other sub-personality. If you are not careful, you will be affected."

Jiaoyang pursed her red lips and hummed, and he stroked her hair soothingly.

"I also want to get a complete version of you. Wait a moment, and I will figure out a way to help you."

Jiang Sicheng sighed helplessly.

I finally took this step.

"Waiting for you, it will be a year and a month," Jiaoyang rolled her eyes at him, then returned to her smiling face and hugged his neck intimately, "But I already have my own way."

Two chapters in one.