Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

"Is this a threat?" Jiaoyang paused and turned her head, half-smiling.

"you misunderstood."

Fu Qiran stretched out his white fingers and waved them in front of her.

"I'm just telling you this. Do you think there is anything in you that I can profit from?"

He glanced around her, sarcastically.

"You better be like this."

Jiaoyang twitched the corner of her mouth, no longer lingering, and turned back.

After taking a few steps, his eyes stopped.

A car drove up in front of her and stopped in front of her. Jiang Sicheng and Bo Yunli stepped out of the car.

"Uh-oh."

Fu Qiran took a few steps forward, spread his hands with a smile, and felt breath all over his body.

"You seem to be a step late."

Jiang Sicheng ignored Fu Qiran and walked directly to Jiaoyang, holding her arm: "Are you okay?"

Jiaoyang shook her head.

Fu Qiran's face turned ugly for a moment.

Bo Yunli watched from a distance, and smiled bitterly when he saw this scene.

Jiang Sicheng had no intention of giving up just like that. He raised his head and stared at Fu Qiran coldly: "What are you doing here? Jiaoyang seems to have nothing to do with you now."

He is alluding to the death of Number Three.

Fu Qiran's expression changed for a moment, and then he returned to his usual chuckle: "Aren't you allowed to come see my old friend?"

"To show hospitality for nothing is to be either an adulterer or a thief."

Jiang Sicheng squinted his black eyes, his gaze sharp and mean: "It seems that the relationship between you and Jiaoyang is such that you can stand face to face and chat calmly? Fu Qiran, what are you thinking about?

I'm warning you now, whether you want to use some dirty tricks to retaliate against her behind the scenes, or you forgot about No. 3 so quickly and simply wanted to find a replacement, so you have other intentions for Jiaoyang. Will not succeed. "

"Do I have other intentions for her?"

Fu Qiran pointed his thumb at himself, then pointed at Jiaoyang with an exaggerated expression, and continued to sarcastically say: "What do you think I would do with a woman who is so stupid that she almost ended up in the police station and never got out? What other alternative would she have?" Not even worthy of a hair on Number Three.”

"ha??"

Jiaoyang raised her eyebrows fiercely, walked out from behind Jiang Sicheng, and retorted: "You'd better remember what you said now, Fu Qiran. I would also be sorry for someone who had been in trouble before if I hadn't fished him out. I don’t know yet which nook and cranny there is that a man who feels good about himself is not interested in.”

Bo Yunli stared at the two of them blankly, shocked that Jiaoyang could finish such a long sentence so fast in one breath.

Jiang Sicheng's mouth twitched.

After the two of them finished speaking harshly to each other, they were half angry to each other. They turned their heads in disgust and faced each other, ready to go against each other.

"That's really my honor," Fu Qiran couldn't hold it back and added, "That's better than some stupid men who enjoy being targeted by a playboy like you."

"You" Bo Yunli wanted to step forward, but this was an accidental injury.

It seems that one more person is about to join the battle.

Jiaoyang continued to turn on the mocking mode: "Yes, the reason why Miss Huahua likes to cast a wide net is to not let go of any high-quality fish that meets the standards. Master Fu, why don't you think about where you didn't meet the standards, so you became A fish that slipped through the net?”

In this round, Sheng Jiaoyang won completely.

She raised her head triumphantly and walked away from him. When she accidentally rubbed his sleeve, she deliberately wiped it with her little finger to make him angry.

"What a pitiful man." She sighed hypocritically after passing by him.

Fu Qiran narrowed his eyes. The moment the two passed by, he turned around and looked at Jiaoyang, who seemed to be in a happy mood and jumped back to Jiang Sicheng.

There was an uneasiness in his heart for no reason.

Why is this guy's mouth still so irritating? How about just strangling her to death? ?

"Sheng Jiaoyang."

Fu Qiran put his hands in his pockets, lowered his head, his thin bangs hung down, and the upper half of his face fell into shadow. He called her with an unknown meaning.

"Huh?" Jiaoyang subconsciously turned around, still recovering from the joy of victory.

Fu Qiran looked at her, twitched the corner of his mouth, suddenly pulled her over, and touched her red lips.

Jiaoyang was really shocked this time, her eyes widened. She immediately wanted to push him away, but his arms held him tighter.

Jiaoyang kept her eyes open from beginning to end, seeing his closed eyes and trembling eyelashes, and couldn't help but wonder: Was this man suddenly mad at her?

It's so pitiful that I can't bear the blow so much.

In the end, Fu Chiran was knocked back by Jiang Sicheng's punch. Jiaoyang staggered a few steps out of inertia, and Bo Yunli hugged her from behind.

Looking up again, Fu Qiran and Jiang Sicheng were already fighting.

Fu Qiran was not eager to fight. He raised the corners of his lips and raised his hand to casually wipe away the blood from the corners of his mouth. He ignored the two people with anger in their eyes and looked provocatively in the direction of Jiaoyang.

"Now, I'm not a fish that slipped through the net."

Looking at Fu Qiran's back, which was still triumphant and leaving after being beaten, Jiaoyang shook her head in shock.

"Madman, you really are crazy."

Bo Yunli couldn't believe it.

what happened? Don't you like No. 3? Could it be that No. 3's departure caused him to transfer all his hidden love to Jiao Yang?

Bo Yunli tilted his head with complicated eyes. Over there, Jiang Sicheng was asking gently and thoughtfully. Jiaoyang shook her head at him, indicating that she was fine.

Then Jiang Sicheng got into the car with him, and the two of them drove away.

Bo Yunli stayed alone, letting the wind hit his face. He lowered his head and pursed his thin lips.

Even Qi Ran has changed, can he also do it?

That beautiful and bright smiling face flashed in his mind.

The next second, I woke up suddenly, sweating on my forehead from fear.

How could he have such ugly thoughts? If so, how could he be worthy of No. 1?

Bo Yunli laughed self-deprecatingly and walked away silently.

He still can't be as free and easy as Qi Ran.

On the other side, Fu Qiran's heart became heavier and heavier with every step he took, and he was already beyond shocked.

He covered his lips and recalled the feeling when he and Sheng Jiaoyang kissed just now countless times in his mind.

Fu Qiran didn't know how he held on and didn't immediately rush over to question her out of control.

His heart was beating wildly, his legs were shaking, and every step he took seemed like he would collapse and collapse the next second.

He stopped, stretched out a hand to hold on to the wall, and took a deep breath.

"That feeling is unmistakable. It's her. It's been her all along."

Fu Qiran closed his eyes, suppressing his complicated and ecstatic mood at the moment, raised his head, and tears fell down his eyelashes.

Two chapters in one.