Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Ariva's parents noticed that their daughter suddenly started to dress up during this period.

In my spare time every day, I just paint in front of the mirror, change into beautiful clothes and pose, and my whereabouts become mysterious.

On this day, Ariva, wearing a gorgeous light green short skirt with puff sleeves, stood in front of the mirror and smiled with satisfaction.

This skirt is very cleverly designed, with a very low neckline, revealing her white neck and collarbone, making her neck and shoulders look graceful, sexy but not exposed.

She couldn't hide her excitement and shouted: "Mom, Dad, come and see, do I look good in this dress?"

When a daughter has something on her mind, she can never hide it from her parents.

The couple stayed in the master bedroom and looked at each other, then walked to their baby daughter's room.

"This dress suits you so well, my dear Ariva, my baby girl will always be the most beautiful little angel."

Ariva smiled happily and began to choose a bag to match the skirt.

Ariva's mother came over. She was a gentle and intellectual woman. She hid the worry in her eyes well and lovingly stroked her daughter's hair, which was tied up with a pearl headband.

"Can you tell us why you're so happy, Ariva?"

The blond girl looked at herself in the mirror, showing a longing and confident smile.

This is the look a girl in love would have.

"It's nothing," the girl replied with a smile, putting on a hat that matched the color of her clothes. "I will be so happy every day from now on."

The two couples looked at each other.

In the secluded manor, Jiaoyang was occupying the sofa on the first floor and watching TV. She was covered with a thick blanket and a white mask on her face. There were five or six kinds of cut fruits on the coffee table next to her. From time to time, she Eat a piece, half asleep and half awake, so relaxed.

"Clang--" With a sound, the remote control fell from her arms to the ground.

The surrounding environment became quiet for a moment.

Jiaoyang still kept her posture of lying on the sofa and eating fruit. Next to her, Sriyaan, who was wrapped in a ball, sneezed when she went downstairs. Then she calmly brushed her long light golden hair, and continued to calmly lower her head and put her head into the hot water bottle. Pour hot water.

Winter is here and it's so cold.

Jiao Yang glanced at him from the corner of her eyes with her red lips pouted, then slowly picked up the spoon on the coffee table and banged it on the glass plate with the fruit, making a long series of harsh sounds.

Sriyaan's hand that was pouring hot water shook to the side, and a few drops accidentally splashed on the back of his white hand. A red blister appeared in a short time.

"..."

Sriya'an stared at it closely, his green eyes so cold that he wished he could see a flower out of it.

"It's noon, don't you want people to sleep?"

The night owl Fu Leistlin ran out in pajamas and underpants, with his golden hair a little disheveled. He angrily poked his head into the corridor and cursed to the first floor. Even his usual pretense was gone.

He laughed angrily: "Sweetheart, please don't challenge my bottom line."

Jiaoyang innocently dropped the spoon and spread her hands: "I dropped the remote control."

"Pick it up."

Fu Leistlin took a deep breath and counted what he owed her in his previous life, "Don't you have any hands?"

"I want to pick it up too."

Jiaoyang was serious, lying on the sofa, rolled up the quilt, stretched out her hand, and made an effort to pick up the remote control.

"But I can't reach it."

"So you think I'm enough?" Forrestlin, who was on the second floor, looked at her dumbfounded.

"Can't you just jump down?" Jiaoyang winked at him.

While they were talking, Sriyan silently filled the hot water bottle and screwed on the cap.

Forrestlin laughed in anger, his blue eyes sparkling with anger: "Then you will die if you move from the sofa?"

"Won't die."

Jiaoyang still blinked seriously: "But I don't want to move."

Is this guy just looking for trouble?

Fu Leistlin angrily threw a pack of tissues downstairs. Jiaoyang tilted her head and easily dodged it.

The blond boy with blue eyes was too lazy to deal with this unreasonable little Asian girl. At this moment, no one was as charming as the soft big bed in his room.

He turned his head, turned around and walked into the room with an arrogant expression: "I'm not a fool. Whoever likes to dance will dance. If you can't do it, ask the guy next to you to pick it up for you. He is not a gentleman who always claims to take care of ladies. ?"

Jiaoyang raised her head and looked in the direction of Sriya'an. He also happened to cast his gaze over. The two of them looked at each other, and then looked away at the same time.

The corner of Jiaoyang's mouth twitched, and she put another piece of apple into her mouth and chewed it: "He won't take care of me now. What he cares about is the sexy and tall Miss Yaliwa."

Sriyaan smiled and held the hot water bottle in his hand, noncommittal.

"Is there such a thing?"

Fu Leistlin blinked, suddenly became interested, jumped down from the corridor on the second floor, and squeezed out a seat on the sofa next to Jiaoyang.

His blue eyes sparkled with curiosity, and he helped pick up the remote control: "Tell me, little An'an, how beautiful is Miss Yaliwa? Is she prettier than little sweetheart? So let's talk about it. You focused all your attention on that person and ignored her, which made our little sweetheart unhappy."

After hearing this, Jiaoyang angrily picked up several pieces of fruit in the fruit bowl and stuffed them into his mouth.

She just wasn't happy that Lesterline said that woman was prettier than her.

"Take a look."

The man with blond hair and blue eyes smiled and ate the fruit brought by the little girl in one go, chewing it slowly, his posture was elegant and full of nobility.

"She's jealous, sweetie."

Jiao Yang opened her eyes wide and glared at him.

Forrestlin's eyes deepened.

Sriyaan smiled and said jokingly: "That's different. If the little sweetheart is willing to use myself to accompany me instead of her, then I will never touch the pretty Miss Yaliwa again. , it is even possible that after tasting you, I will never look down on others again. How about this deal, are you willing?"

The man came over with a smile on his lips, still possessing a charm that was enough to confuse people.

"This deal is not a good deal at all. You tell me whether I am willing to do it or not." The corners of Jiaoyang's mouth twitched and she pushed him hard to move him away.

Who else has ever tasted her taste? This man is indeed a pervert, a complete pervert.

Sriyaan was stunned for a moment and smiled nonchalantly.

Qiao Yin, who was on the second floor, heard the movement downstairs and slowly walked down the stairs.

"What's going on?" The orange-haired and white-skinned Irishman looked at Fu Leistlin, who was sitting next to Jiaoyang with a nonchalant look on his face.

"Watch the show." The man gestured to him to look at the two people facing each other and replied with a smile.

Two chapters in one.