Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

"I don't want to give up on you, I really don't want to give up on you."

Xilin raised the corners of his lips to control himself from falling.

"But you really left me bruised."

His eyes darkened.

"son!"

Ai Xilu has never felt so excited and excited.

He felt that the most correct thing he had done in his life was to show up at that moment almost abandoning all dignity and face, and finally embrace the beauty.

"Jiaoyang." Ai Xilu and she came outside, away from the reporters and the crowd, and Jiaoyang suddenly let go of his hand, and he looked at her blankly.

But she didn't seem to want to explain. Instead, she looked around, made sure of something, and then walked out.

Ai Xilu was stunned and quickly took her hand: "What's wrong, Jiaoyang?"

Jiao Yang pushed him away and continued walking forward. At this time, Ai Xilu felt uneasy and something was wrong and stopped in front of her.

"What's wrong with you, Jiaoyang? I know you are uneasy and scared now. I am also very grateful that you were willing to reject Xilin's proposal for me just now and never let go of my hand from beginning to end. I know you are insecure, but You believe that I will never let you down no matter what, and I will protect you. You go home with me, and I will tell my dad everything."

However, she raised her head and looked at him. Ai Xilu was frozen in place by the coldness in her eyes.

Jiaoyang raised her head and twitched the corner of her mouth: "What kind of good thing can you be, Ai Xilu. I am crazy to choose to believe you."

"I" Ai Xilu's eyes widened in disbelief. At this moment, she pushed him away again and walked away.

"Don't follow me, Aisilu. If you bother me when I'm bored, it will only make me hate you more."

Jiaoyang raised the corners of her lips: "Now that your value has been used up, Ai Xilu, let's break up. Oh no. To be precise, we have never been together. Then what I said just now, please help I'll transfer it to Xilin."

The little girl bent down slightly and bowed gracefully.

Ai Xilu wanted to follow her, his eyes following her back, but he was frozen in place by her last words.

He punched the vehicle in front of him!

When Fu Qiran came to the venue unhurriedly, the crowd of spectators had not yet dispersed, and reporters were surrounding the venue on three floors, not knowing what was going on.

Although he was curious, he was not impatient.

He waited slowly for a while. He was no longer the impulsive and impetuous person he was when he was young.

Fu Weiwei, on the other hand, appeared to be much more anxious. He kept sticking his head in to look inside and moving his fingers wildly, as if he was uneasy about something.

Fu Chiran glanced at her without revealing anything.

"What happened inside?"

"Oh, this is Xi Lin, the young master of Si Chaer's family. For some reason, he planned to propose to a woman today. Everything was ready. Who knew that suddenly another man appeared. It is said that it was Xi Lin. Master Lin's playmate Ai Xilu, the two openly confessed that they were cheating on each other, and sweetly showed their affection in front of Master Xilin, and finally left.

Those two people really specialize in poking people's hearts. The nice rich young master fell in love with a commoner girl, and his beard was cut off by his good brother. The dignified Master Sichaer! How many people saw his joke, and this beautiful banquet turned into a farce. "

After hearing these words, Fu Weiwei was so anxious that he couldn't even speak.

Fu Qiran just said lightly and continued: "When something like this happened, I don't know if it's the woman's problem or the young master of the Sichaer family who is too stupid. It doesn't mean that the young master of Xilin is a real playboy. Young Master, are you very smart?"

"Who knows, a man who has been playing in the world for more than ten years has made a fool of himself in this matter, and now his reputation has been ruined." The man who was talking to him shook his head repeatedly. He didn't know the person who was talking to him. It was Mr. Fu who was rumored to have a perverse temperament.

"Oh? There is such a thing."

Fu Qiran sneered, "Then I'd like to see what that woman looks like. She can make two young men from the upper class fight for her to pieces."

Fu Weiwei became even more anxious, clenching her hands like ants on a hot pot. She didn't understand that her uncle didn't care about Xilin's current situation, but instead cared about unimportant things.

"That woman," the man let it slip, then chuckled mysteriously, "She is indeed pretty. None of the women present can compare with her beauty. Didn't you see that woman's beauty? The skin, the waist, and the face are really top-notch. Even though the frame of an Oriental woman is not too big, it must have a special taste when used."

Fu Weiwei couldn't help but glare at him.

These men have messy things in their minds all day long. It is because of their existence in the upper class society that they are rumored to be such unbearable existences by the outside world!

I bother! These rotten fish and shrimps, sooner or later, they will all be trampled to death!

"It seems interesting." Fu Qiran raised the corners of his lips coldly, looked at Fu Weiwei beside him, and asked the person behind him to throw the camera to her.

She raised her thin lips slightly and said, "Go and take some photos of that woman to see if she is worthy of her name."

Fu Weiwei was dumbfounded and caught the camera: "Me?"

Jiaoyang walked alone, holding up the long skirt that was dragging on the ground with both hands. The jewelry on her body was shaking and making a tinkling sound.

Her hands were red from the cold, her little face was also flushed, her high heels stepped on the snow, and the snowflakes in the sky fell one by one, turning into snow and hanging on her body.

A very beautiful picture does not mean that the person involved must feel comfortable.

Jiao Yang puffed up her face, curled her lips in a very unhappy mood, and complained: "I should have just taken off my skirt before leaving, and stole a coat or something to wear on the way."

It was really cold. The little girl rubbed her hands and stepped on the snow without intending to look back.

"I have really become the runaway bride in the TV series. But there is nothing to regret."

She smiled, smiled brightly, and walked forward without caring, one step at a time on the snow.

"Because, I have my own path to walk."

"Then, my dear oriental girl, when you go your own way, can you remember to bring an umbrella to block the wind and snow along the way?"

Who is speaking?

Jiaoyang was stunned for a moment, stopped walking, and looked up.

Behind the heavy snow covering the sky, a man was standing there.

Wearing a furry knee-length coat, he stood upright, holding an umbrella in his hand, smiling slightly, with his long golden hair hanging around, blending in with the snowy sky.

It’s Sriyan.