Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Does she want the whole world to know that the criminal who escaped from Mosga hooked up with the son of the Sichar family and drove that group of people to arrest her?

There would be no results between Jiaoyang and Xilin from the beginning, and she didn't want any results either.

But if that's the case, how can she get rid of him as soon as possible?

Jiaoyang rubbed her temples impatiently, feeling a little irritable.

At this time, a sports car drove directly in front of her, and the window was lowered, revealing Ai Xilu's flat face again.

He felt very good when he saw Jiaoyang's obviously gloomy expression.

Xilin, Xilin, you can’t blame him this time. If you want to blame, blame yourself for being in two different boats!

Asked: "What, are you in a bad mood?"

"What does it have to do with you?"

Jiaoyang glanced at him and curved her lips: "Why, did you listen to Xilin's words and come to take me back this time?"

"Or are you just pretending to send me back, but you actually have other intentions? Just like last time."

Last time?

Ai Xilu was stunned for a while, recalling the memories in his mind, and his sapphire green cat pupils became wet again.

After a while, he suddenly came back to his senses. He became angry with embarrassment and his thin skin turned red.

"What kind of dirty thoughts are in your mind all day long."

Jiaoyang only cares about flirting and doesn't bother to pay attention to anything else.

I was almost done with it, so I went directly to the back, opened the door, and got in.

"Go to Xilin's house, you know the address."

"Sometimes I'm really amazed by how shameless this woman is."

Ai Xilu sneered and turned the steering wheel: "That woman has said a lot of outrageous things to you, right? Just like this, can't you bear to leave Xilin? Do you love him so deeply?"

The car started to move.

Jiaoyang sat at the back, holding her chin with her fingers: "Why, wasn't it you who passed the news to Miss Ming'an and deliberately asked her to call me for a meeting?"

".Are you kidding me? I have no reason to do this."

"Yes." Jiaoyang's eyes turned evil, and the curve of her lips was extremely interesting.

"What reason do you have for doing this?"

If you must find a reason to break up before he proposes marriage to his parents without making him feel that you have played a trick on him, how about the reason of not being in love again?

Jiaoyang was watching him from behind, and Ai Xilu felt the gaze behind him. His eyes kept looking at the mirror in front of him, and his body became a little tense.

"Don't think about things that are there or not. You and I just had a two-night stand accidentally before, nothing else."

"Is it really nothing?" She smiled brightly, "But I remember that you seemed to be number one that night."

A one-night stand between a man and a woman could be regarded as an accident. What about night two? Even if it is just a fascination with the body, it will never stop at accidents.

"Shut up." Ai Xilu blushed and became angry.

Jiaoyang looked at him from behind for a while, then suddenly spoke and asked something that seemed to have nothing to do with the current situation.

"Ai Xilu, if I fall in love with you, will you suddenly want to marry me one day?"

Her fingers slightly moved the hair around her ears, straightening the other side to reveal her slender neck.

Ai Xilu saw her series of actions in the mirror, was dazed for a moment, and then sneered.

"What are you doing daytime."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted: "Very good."

A sweet smile bloomed on Jiaoyang's face, she stretched out her arms and wrapped them around his neck from behind, revealing a pair of eyes as bright as water.

Aisiru's body froze.

She whispered softly: "Since we have already betrayed Xilin together, let us do it one last time before meeting him, okay?"

In this world, if you don't value and care for a man enough, it means that he can be cherished by other women as well.

Xilin braved the heavy snow and stood outside the house. When he saw the familiar car finally appeared in front of him, an awkward emotion appeared on his face.

Really. He came back happily carrying strawberries, but when he opened the door, there was no one there.

I went out without saying a word to him.

The door of the car opened, and Ai Xilu came out first. Then he went around to the back and helped open the door at the back for the first time. He also held Jiaoyang's hand in a gentlemanly manner and led her step by step out of the snow. When he came in front of Xilin, he seemed to be afraid that she would slip.

Xilin raised his eyebrows, Jiaoyang was still wearing Ai Xilu's coat.

This cold weather is nothing.

But he always felt a little weird, and he couldn't say what he wanted to say.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Xilin saw Jiaoyang's blushing face and put his hand on her forehead to check her body temperature.

"Is it because of the cold wind? I feel a little bit feverish."

"I'm fine."

Jiaoyang smiled and jumped into Xilin's arms like a naughty cat, putting his hand on his soft cheek and rubbing it.

"Just get back inside the house."

Xilin nodded, took her hand smoothly, and then looked at Ai Xilu who was in a daze over there: "Thank you very much this time."

The emerald-eyed man came back to his senses, and then smiled: "We have been friends for many years, why are we so polite?"

"I should thank you too. I almost got lost before."

Jiao Yang turned her gaze to Ai Xilu with a smile, exchanged a look with him, and lowered her head like a reserved lady: "Thank you for taking care of me along the way."

Ai Xilu froze again, looking down at her.

"But as I said, that was really the last time."

It wasn't until the two turned back to the house and the cold wind hit Ai Xilu's face that he realized what she just said.

The last time. What the last time.

Ai Xilu vaguely remembered that the woman seemed to have said such words to him when she was still in the car with him.

the last time.

Ai Xilu's face darkened.

Looking at the backs of the two people in front of him, he couldn't guess what the woman was thinking.

In the dark living room, Fu Leistlin played with his scalpel, which glowed coldly, and looked at Sriyan next to him with a half-smile.

"Has it been almost a week since my sweetie left? Someone seems to be overconfident in his own charm this time."

Sriyan ignored it and walked up to the second floor.

Fu Leistlin smiled, his blue eyes curved into the shape of two crescent moons: "Are you really too confident in yourself, or are you unwilling to find that woman because of your face?"

Sriyan opened the door to the room and quickly closed it.

Forrestlin's eyes became dark and unclear.

"If you don't do anything, then I will go find her. After all, that heartless little guy never has a very good memory.

As time went by, I was really afraid that she would just forget about me. "