Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Ai Xilu dialed the phone with his other hand. He took a puff of cigarette and then said to the person on the other end of the phone: "Xilin, it's late at night. How are you doing with your girlfriend?"

The man over there smiled and said: "Jiaoyang has gone back. How can we be together every day? She is not that kind of immoral woman."

Xilin on the other end of the phone frowned. He probably knew why Ai Xilu had such a strange attitude towards that woman both inside and outside his words.

But I understand, I still feel uncomfortable for her after all.

"She is not with me because of my family's business, Aisilu."

It was an accident that Jiaoyang met him. Without Ariva and her brother Snellpu, their pairing would not have been possible. What's more, it was Jiaoyang who he approached deliberately first. How could she have expected this step?

"How do you know it's not?"

Ai Xilu held the phone with a cold smile on his face: "I see that when she used your money to send me today, didn't she use it very smoothly? I admit that she is indeed a beautiful woman like a flower, but Don't be fooled by her appearance. She can sleep with men casually after only a short time of knowing each other. Don't tell me that it's normal for men and women to accidentally get into trouble. Even Miss Ming'an and you have known each other so long. , everything is still innocent, right? But what about her?

She is not a delicate flower, but a social butterfly. Looking at her like that, I wonder if she used other men’s money like this before.”

The man on the other end of the phone was silent, and the fingers holding the phone were blue and white.

Ai Xilu continued to be tempting: "What's more, even if she is not close to you in terms of money and wealth now, what about later? If you plan to marry her, you have to consider the family property that your parents have worked hard to build for you, right? Hers Your identity and background are unknown, and you’re not even sure about your character?”

"How can I be sure?" Xilin frowned and spoke in a trembling voice.

The corner of Ai Xilu's mouth curled up slightly under the phone: "If you want to test her character, I have a way."

"What?"

"Just let me pretend to chase her, and you can unite with the people around me to disguise me as a richer man than the Sichaer family. Don't reveal the secret. I think that woman is very cunning. I have said to her several times She's showing her kindness, let's see if she takes the bait when the time comes."

Aisilu raised the corners of his lips and raised his eyebrows triumphantly.

When the time comes, he will definitely expose that woman's true face with his own hands, and then let Xilin get rid of her severely to wash away the shame of that day!

I believe that from now on, he will be able to completely get out of the haze that woman brought to him.

Xilin held the phone and was slightly stunned.

"Sheng Jiaoyang, people are dead, people are dead!"

Late at night, Friestlin was downstairs, banging his pots and pans like a ghost.

It's really weird. Today, my little sweetheart didn't show up on time on the sofa in the living room to watch a horror movie.

So there are no fruits on the coffee table.

In the past, he had formed the habit of getting into her quilt just to keep warm, eating and drinking along the way.

"What's wrong with you?" Jiaoyang didn't get up from the bed, but Qiao Yin kicked open the door of the room impatiently and threw a pillow downstairs angrily.

"It's so late at night. Is it haunted?" That's right, Festerlin is that ghost.

Fu Leistlin puffed out his face and glanced at Qiao Yin calmly with his blue eyes. The tapping movement in his hand stopped for a moment, and then started again instantly.

“Sweetheart, I’m starving to death, I’m starving to death, I’m starving to death.”

Qiao Yin threw another pillow: "Go to Sriya'an when you're hungry. What's the use of calling Sheng Jiaoyang? She doesn't know how to cook."

"that's right."

Jiaoyang, who was very angry after getting up, opened the door, rushed downstairs, and overturned the coffee table in front of him!

This pervert, he just eats and drinks all the time, but now he dares to come to her when he is hungry, she is not his mother!

"You are mentally ill. Okay, I forgot. You are mentally ill to begin with," Jiaoyang took a deep breath, "But do you know that as a qualified pervert, it is immoral to disturb others' sleep?" .”

"I don't dare to eat the food made by Sriyan," Fu Leistlin muttered, "Who knows what the ingredients are made of, and whether there are any messy things in them, such as arsenic, rat poison, etc. "

Seeing Sheng Jiaoyang coming out, Qiao Yin glanced at the two of them and returned to the room silently.

"Then you dare to eat what I made?" Jiaoyang suddenly turned around and smiled with unclear meaning.

"?"

Forrestlin looked at her and blinked his blue eyes. I don’t know why, but I actually felt the same dangerous aura as before Sriyaan wanted to eat people.

He shook his head and nodded again.

A few hours later, a sleepy Forrestlin with a pair of dark circles on his face was awakened.

To be precise, I was woken up by the smell of the bowls of dark "vegetables" on the table.

"What is this?" Fu Leistlin raised the corners of his lips.

"I made it for you, aren't you hungry?" Jiaoyang smiled and pushed the plate towards him, "Eat."

With a smile, Forrestlin took a fork and made a few cuts on the edge of the burnt apple pie: "What will happen if you eat them?"

"Probably. He will die." Jiaoyang tilted her head.

"Really?" The blond man with blue eyes smiled brighter, "I don't think so."

As he said that, he picked up the knife and fork, put the apple pie into his mouth piece by piece, and looked at her with squinted blue eyes: "If I eat it to death later, little sweetie, please remember to collect the body for me."

Jiaoyang: "...??"

Sure enough, the most incomprehensible thing in this world is the abnormal brain circuit.

And the pervert is unreasonable.

Now he was happily eating her apple pie, and later when he was half-dead he felt it was all her fault, all her fault.

Then get angry at her.

The corner of Jiaoyang's mouth twitched, and she reached out to grab it: "Eat your sister."

Fu Leistlin blinked in confusion and didn't react for a moment. He didn't understand the way Asians curse people: "I don't eat people, and I don't have a sister. Could it be Sriyan who ate my sister? But I haven't heard that he has a sister, he is obviously an only child."

After hearing this, the corner of her mouth twitched even more violently, and she directly pushed him down on the sofa, pinched his jaw tightly without mercy, and was about to knock the thing out of his mouth when she suddenly made a "gudong" sound.

Forrestlin swallowed.

Jiaoyang: "..."

Forrestlin blinked his blue eyes. It was cold, and a layer of moisture seemed to spread in his eyes. He looked at her innocently from bottom to top.

Two chapters in one.