Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Xilin was stunned, looking at her smiling face, and for the first time on a cold snowy day, he felt that his eyes were about to burst into tears.

He understood that she understood him.

Xilin wore a leather glove with one hand and his other free hand, holding her little face and kissing her red lips.

Jiaoyang's eyelashes trembled and she closed her eyes.

When Ai Xilu saw this scene, his eyes trembled and his mind suddenly shook.

Her words echoed in his ears.

"Actually, I have wanted to leave Xilin for a long time, but because he is rich and powerful, it is difficult for me to escape."

"Guess, do you want to leave Xilin so that I can fall into your arms?"

Only a fool would guess.

Only a fool would guess.

That woman is very cunning.

If you follow her words and think that you have fallen into her trap, don't forget that she is a veteran.

Ai Xilu stepped forward almost unconsciously, suddenly reached out and pushed away Xilin who was hugging her and kissing her uncontrollably.

"Ai Xilu?" Xilin was shocked.

She looked over with a smile, and coupled with the biting cold wind, Ai Xilu came back to his senses: "You two, facing me as a living person at the gate, are you ashamed?"

He forced himself to smile and pushed the two of them into the house together: "If there's anything you need to do, can't you go inside and do it?"

"It's really troublesome, it's really troublesome." The Xilin Monster screamed twice, took Jiaoyang over and walked inside.

The moment they turned around, Ai Xilu's face froze, and he stepped heavily on the snow.

It's just that neither of the two men noticed that in this short moment, I don't know when, the strawberry bracelet that Jiao Yang originally held in his hand fell silently into Ai Xilu's pocket.

"Dear Mom and Dad, thank you for your constant teachings to me since I was a child."

On this day, Xilin was lying on his desk, surrounded by drafts falling on the floor.

He frowned, not knowing how to speak better, his face full of sorrow.

In fact, he couldn't understand that since Schar was already strong enough that he didn't need to rely on marriage to join forces, why were they unwilling to accept a poor girl with an innocent foundation?

Xilin had made inquiries before, and his parents' attitude was so firm that it chilled him.

Xilin endured all this pressure alone, not wanting Jiaoyang to suffer any more harm.

At this time, Jiaoyang, who he thought would be hurt by this, was lying on the sofa in the living room, holding a mobile phone.

Sri An and his group had already been blocked and blocked by her.

Ai Xilu sent a message: Go to the bar near the cafe and wait for me.

Jiaoyang raised her eyebrows and sent back two words: safe?

The other person: Don’t worry, they are all mine.

She raised a wicked smile: Are you so dissatisfied with your desires? You must choose the woman who has been your best friend since childhood, Mr. Aisilu?

other side:……

Then I typed out two words for a long time: hurry up.

Jiaoyang smiled and did not reply, but turned off the phone screen.

She stood up, walked around to Xilin, and kissed his cheek: "I'm going out, my dear."

"Okay." Xilin still had the evil smile that belonged to a slutty noble boy, but he had her in his eyes.

In the busiest bar, Jiao Yang watched with a smile as Ai Xilu poured a packet of powdery stuff into the drinks.

His smile flickered with the neon lights in the bar: "Let's do something different this time."

He poured himself a glass and drank it in one gulp.

He still didn't want to believe it. This time he wanted to see if their first time was a problem with the wine, or if it was really his own problem as she said.

Ai Xilu handed another cup to Jiaoyang. People around her were cheering. She raised the corners of her lips and drank it nonchalantly.

A game she got tired of playing eight hundred years ago.

Thunderous applause sounded all around.

These two were both ruthless people. After drinking, they started playing games with everyone else. After waiting for a long time, everyone still had no reaction, but their faces were slightly red.

Jiao Yang turned away and smiled with Ai Xilu, her dazzling little face was like a blooming rose, so delicate and charming.

She knew what they were waiting for.

Aisilu smiled back.

Of course he knew it too.

He pulled her over and gently touched hers with his lips: "I know now that that glass of wine has indeed not been tampered with. If so, then you will definitely die on my bed that day."

She smiled and shrugged indifferently, her eyes as cunning as an elf that was hard to catch: "Then give it a try."

Although foreign countries have always been very open, it does not mean that Ai Xilu is willing to let so many people see private things.

He picked up Jiaoyang and took her into the car, which drove towards the hotel.

The moment he opened the door to the room, Ai Xilu pressed Jiaoyang against the bed quilt, letting the hot soul fuse them together and then burn them completely.

After waiting, Jiaoyang sat up and leaned against him feeling a little tired.

"Don't call me to that kind of situation again. I don't like it."

"You don't like crowds?" Ai Xilu was stunned.

"I just don't like being treated like a monkey, unless I'm in a good mood."

Jiaoyang changed her clothes, put on her bag, and walked to the door.

Ai Xilu was stunned and subconsciously wanted to follow.

"No need to send me off, the driver knows the way. Although I don't expect Xilin to marry me into the Sichaer family, I don't want to be rumored to be dating Ai Xilu while I'm dating the Sichaer family's son. The young master is having an affair.”

Jiaoyang smiled and said, "After all, you have seen Ming'an's fate. Everyone's saliva can drown me."

"Didn't you say the other day that you didn't mind letting people know?"

"That's just for Xilin. I believe that if he knew that he was lovelorn, he would cherish his feathers even more and value his identity as the sole heir of the Cheesechall family. So for the sake of face, no matter how big a fuss he makes, he will not let it go People all over the world know it. He should also thank me for teaching him a lesson."

Jiaoyang looked back at him with a smile, her eyes dark and unclear: "If you don't do well, the eldest young master of the Sichaer family, why can't you think of hanging on a tree like mine? It's true, true love is hard to find. But if you are rich and powerful, Master Sichaer will meet many beautiful women who love vanity like me. Xilin, who has no wealth and power, will only lose his life and wealth.

What is true love? It is just something that only rich people can have. The so-called "true love" among the poor is just that I met you, you met me, and we lived together. That's why there are so many tragedies of poor people abandoning their original wives once their horizons are broadened.

This really isn't a scumbag who has changed his mind, it's just that he has never been in love. If he still wants to give up his identity as Master Sichar for me, what will he have left? How ridiculous. "

Her figure disappeared through the doorway.

Ai Xilu's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Two chapters in one.