Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

"Morning, sweetheart."

Familiar voices came from the direction of the corridor on the second floor, and footsteps on the stairs were getting closer and closer.

The expression on Jiaoyang's face was not confused at all, and she did not put away the newspaper in her hand, just spread it out there. After spending the past few days together, I knew who that person was without having to guess.

Forrestlin is a lazy boy, and it is impossible to get up without sleeping until midnight.

Last night, Qiao Yin went around again with his bombs to create "little surprises." He is good at causing trouble in the United States and wantonly provoking the police.

I came back very late and it was impossible to get up now.

Then there is only one possibility for Sriyan.

Moreover, he is extremely self-disciplined in life. He must go downstairs to report before eight o'clock every morning, taking his transparent glass with him and pouring a cup of hot water into it.

Sriyaan was wearing white pajamas, showing a slender figure with perfect proportions. However, even the top button of the collar was buttoned tightly, and half of the collarbone was faintly exposed.

Unlike Festerline, they are two extremes.

There were several times when she was watching horror movies downstairs in the middle of the night, and the guy was always attracted to him with a pair of dark circles under his eyes. He was rubbing his groggy eyes, yawning, and exposing his long white legs.

Then he sat down next to her, asked her to make room, and then buried his golden head to watch with her.

Jiaoyang wondered several times whether he did not regard her as a woman or himself as a man.

Oh, that's a sad guess.

Jiaoyang smiled, then put down the newspaper and whistled in the direction of Sriyaan, with a scowl on her eyebrows.

He sincerely praised: "You have a good figure."

Sriyan's eyes were stunned for a moment, then he put on a smile and said shamelessly, "Thank you."

Jiao Yang suddenly looked away in boredom.

She suddenly realized that Sriyaan was really a master at dismantling CPs. How many loving couples were ruined in his hands like this. The man and his girlfriend were so miserable that they couldn't bear to die, and the woman was even worse. After she was killed, she was made into food.

Jiaoyang even wondered if he had been dumped by some woman before, so now he couldn't see his lover finally getting married.

Thinking of this, Jiaoyang suddenly became interested again and stared intently at the "little pitiful" in front of her.

Even Sriyaan felt that he couldn't bear this extremely hot look.

The gentlemanly smile that usually hangs on the corners of his lips is slightly suffocated at the moment, and the corners of his mouth are slightly stiff. Slender fingers stroked the long golden hair beside her ears. It hadn't been tied up not long after she woke up in the morning, so it was left hanging like this.

"how"

He was about to ask, when his eyes suddenly caught sight of the newspaper under Jiaoyang's hand.

Sriyan raised his eyebrows, took his glass filled with hot water, took a sip, and walked over to ask.

"What's this?"

When he asked, he had already walked up to her and directly picked up the newspaper.

"No important information, just looking around."

On this newspaper, the wanted notice for the three of them before they disguised themselves is still hanging on it.

Jiaoyang openly let him watch, "Just remember to call me if you have any interesting group activities. That Qiao Yin is so unkind. He obviously had such exciting tasks a few days ago but didn't tell me. I'm so tired these days." It's getting rotten. To be honest, does that weird-tempered man not like me?"

"Qiao Yin is used to being alone."

Sriyaan explained, staring at the newspaper in front of him, his eyes dim and unclear. After a while, the interest in his expression disappeared.

"What's going on?" Jiaoyang caught his weird smile that disappeared in a moment, and became eager to try.

She stood up from the sofa and moved her face towards her with a smile, her eyebrows bright: "Let me guess what fun things are about to happen, right?"

Sriyaan put down the newspaper with a smile, revealing a pair of green eyes.

"I think so, my dear little sweetheart."

Ariva ran out of the house angrily!

"I've had enough, I really have had enough!"

She started pulling weeds with an angry expression.

"I really don't understand why the outside world has spread the news like that, and my father wants me to marry that ignorant man."

Thinking about the past, whenever she cried or whenever she was unhappy, her father would always be the first to rush up and comfort her with heartache.

But this time, it was related to her life-long event and his daughter's lifelong marital happiness. Why did her father insist on her marrying that man?

Sure enough, as long as you face enough interests, even the most unbreakable family ties may be abandoned.

Ariva pulled out the grass and exerted all her strength, but her hand was accidentally cut by the sharp edge of the grass, causing it to bleed.

"ah"

She burst into tears from the pain, hugged herself, squatted down helplessly and cried.

After venting her emotions, Ariva was about to stand up and go back. She wiped the tears on her face, her expression still stubborn, and her eyes were full of a girl's desire and longing for love.

"Anyway, I will never marry a man like Xilin!"

It was just that she turned around suddenly and accidentally ran into the arms of a man.

Ariva was already in a bad mood. She raised her head and wanted to curse and vent her emotions.

As a result, when he raised his head, he met a pair of green eyes.

She froze on the spot. These eyes were beautiful, deep in color, and filled with a mysterious light, which gave her a very strange feeling. They were more beautiful than any scenery she had ever seen.

"Who are you.

Ariva was a little crazy.

She has followed her parents since she was a child and has seen all kinds of people in the business world. She can be considered to have seen the world.

However, it was really the first time for her to see such a good-looking man.

"This beautiful lady, I heard you were crying just now? What's bothering you? Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Sriyaan tilted his head, his long pale golden hair fluttering gently in the breeze, bringing with it the fragrance of gardenia around him.

"It's really strange. It's obviously the first time we've met, but seeing you in pain makes me really sad. Even I don't know why."

The man covered his heart in confusion.

"I"

For the first time, Ariva felt that she was unable to speak. She guessed that this man must have little contact with news from the outside world, or he must have come from other places.

Otherwise, how could we not know her? The fiancée of the famous young master of the Sichaer family.

Ariva smiled at herself: "It's something that no one can do or have the power to change. But thank you. When I was most desperate, I actually felt warmth from a stranger, which was also ironic."