Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Sriyaan looked over with half-smiling eyes.

Act like you are used to this kind of situation.

Ariva nodded, with a hint of admiration in her eyes.

Or is she indeed Mr. Snell's sister? Even if there is no blood relationship, the upbringing from the same family cannot be erased.

"Come with me." Yaliwa just took Jiaoyang's hand, but she shook her head to herself.

Then Jiaoyang pushed Sriya'an, who had been watching the show, in front of Yaliwa, with a dark smile on his face: "The next step should be your home court."

Ariva's face turned red instantly.

Sriyan's green eyes narrowed.

Jiaoyang pulled Fu Lestlin and Qiao Yin, turned around and parted ways with them during the dance.

She knew that next, the "love affair" between Ariva and "poor boy Snellpu" would cause uproar in the entire upper class circle. In order to avoid being affected, she would not join in the fun and wait. Just watch from the side when the play starts.

"Why?" Festerlin's blue eyes came closer with a smile, "Your expression tells me that you are obviously not happy to let those two people be alone together at all."

"A gentleman has the beauty of an adult." Jiaoyang raised her chin.

"A gentleman has the beauty of an adult, but are you, Sheng Jiaoyang, a gentleman?" Fu Leistlin narrowed his eyes and suddenly said seriously, stroking her cheek affectionately, "Sweetheart, if you really can't tolerate that woman, I can help you kill her. Although that woman has no collectible value, I can make an exception for you."

The corner of Jiaoyang's mouth twitched. Anyone who mistakes the expression for perversion is a fool: "Then what?"

"Then, would you please pluck out the two eyeballs from your eyes and show them to me? I promise, it's just for a look. After admiring them, I will put them back intact for you."

Forrestlin raised two fingers to make an oath, and when he saw Jiaoyang looking over with cold eyes, he silently took back one of his fingers and spoke in a consultative tone.

"Just dig one?"

"First dig your own brain, Fu Leistlin, and let me see how your brain grows."

Jiaoyang sneered coldly, stopped caring about him, and walked away.

Fu Leistlin was stunned for a while, blinked his blue eyes, and then followed up: "Ah, but I haven't figured out how to dig out the brain intact and then put it back and live without any problems. The technology to go down.”

"That's your problem."

"But aren't you making things difficult for me?" Fu Leistlin puffed his face, "You just don't want to believe in my sword skills and skills."

"Don't worry, Lester. She just simply doesn't believe in your character, or neither."

Qiao Yin, who had listened all the way, couldn't help but interject.

"You useless orange Irishman, don't interrupt!" Fu Leistlin vented his grievances on him, "You are begging me to take your eyeballs and I still don't bother to do it. It's a waste of my surgery. knife."

"Oh, you're so surprised. I think you want to eat bombs again." Qiao Yin sneered.

"Hmm~? Come if you have the ability. I think your bomb exploded first, or my scalpel defused the bomb you are proud of first."

"Okay, let's see tonight."

"We'll see!"

Jiaoyang listened to the trash talk between the two perverts, and her impatience almost turned her into a black man.

"Shut up, everyone."

The two people behind her were stunned and looked at her.

"Be quiet." She rubbed her eyebrows.

These two people have been following her, hindering her from attracting bees and butterflies.

So Jiaoyang left behind these two heavy burdens and continued to walk to the dance floor over there, like a dancing butterfly, accepting invitations from countless celebrities and gentlemen who came and went.

"That guy looks like he's popular with the men here."

Qiao Yin picked up a glass of red wine and commented calmly.

As a result, after waiting for a long time, there was no response from Fu Leistlin.

Qiao Yin frowned, and when she turned her head, she saw him looking there with a red wine glass in his eyes, filled with resentment.

"What's wrong?" Qiao Yin's mouth twitched.

What's wrong with this guy?

"I said." The temperature in Fu Lestlin's eyes dropped, and a strange smile hung on the corner of his lips, "There seems to be a man with green eyes over there, pretending to be a celebrity gentleman, but in fact he is already interested in the young man. Sweetheart, I’ve been grieving this for a long time.”

"Yeah?"

Qiao Yin followed his pointing gaze and saw the sanctimonious-looking man in a suit over there.

"You are very observant."

"Of course." Festerlin smiled nonchalantly, then poured a full glass of red wine into an empty glass and sprinkled a packet of white powder into it.

His eyes became more and more weird: "I said, how about you let me help her."

"She?" Qiao Yin looked down at the glass of red wine in his hand and frowned.

"What do you want to do."

"Say, if the little sweetheart goes to bed with that man, with Siriyan's personality, his possessiveness and desire for control, if he really cares about the little sweetheart, will he be so angry that he kills the man directly? "Fu Lestlin smiled with a look on his face, hoping that the world would not be in chaos.

Can't blame him.

He is a cute and sweet little sweetheart, so I made him unhappy first.

"This test is not fun at all," Qiao Yin frowned even more, "You are seeking death."

"Do you think I will be afraid? Perverts don't have the emotion of fear." Fu Leistlin stepped forward happily.

"I'm also doing this to help her. Let Xiao Anan understand his heart as soon as possible. If he still doesn't respond to this, it proves that little sweetheart doesn't need to waste time on him anymore."

The blue eyes are curved into two arcs like crescents.

"Look how considerate I am."

Jiaoyang had so much fun at the dance that she spent the whole day and night, and she even forgot about her planned trip to make trouble for Sriyaan and Yaliva's date.

But she really didn't expect that after living for so long, she would encounter the kind of bloody drama in ancient romance novels where a man and a woman first met in bed, then fell out and refused to recognize each other.

In the early morning of the next day, Jiaoyang woke up in the hotel, holding her head in her hands, her mouth twitching at the messy scene in front of her.

The iceberg beauty in front of her, who was lowering her head and fastening her belt, was in sharp contrast to the man who was so passionate about her last night and had crazy red eyes.

Ai Xilu was in confusion at the moment, and at the same time he was extremely angry.

What happened last night began to fragment from drinking with this woman, and then showing up with her in the same hotel the next morning.

It's hard not to think about something obscure.

Sure enough, a woman who appears there based on her own ability but without a family background, how can she be a simple thing. This time he made a mistake.

Ai Xilu straightened his tie, buttoned up the last of his trousers, and walked to the door with a cold expression. At this time, the sapphire green cat eyes had long lost the look that looked like he was about to cry when he held her last night. Wet look.

"You are not cute at all the way you are now. You were much cuter last night than you are now." Jiaoyang wanted to say this.

However, due to his immature performance last night that was not as mature as he appeared on the surface, in order to prevent further irritation to him, if he seeks death and survival later, it will be her who will suffer the loss.

Ai Xilu twisted the doorknob with a gloomy look, and then added: "If you dare to tell me what happened last night, you will die in my hands."

The door clicked shut.

Jiaoyang: "..."

Two chapters in one.