Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

"Sriyan."

Jiaoyang raised the corners of her lips with a bright and bright smile.

"It's hard for you to remember my name."

Sriyaan smiled, stepped forward, and tilted the umbrella over her head.

"Let's go home."

"Home?" Jiaoyang smiled brighter and shook the snowflakes on her skirt, "Shouldn't criminals spend their whole lives on the run? There is no home anywhere."

"Yes, criminals do spend their whole lives on the run," Sriyaan looked at her, smiling slightly, his green eyes darkening, "But for me, as long as I am with that important person by my side, Plus an umbrella that can cover the wind and snow is enough.”

Jiaoyang stretched out her hand and touched the snowflakes with her fingertips. Her smile began to have an unclear meaning: "Even a pervert with criminal elements boiling in his bones and an adventurous spirit would want to be safe."

"certainly."

Sriyan replied firmly: "Abnormality is just that the structure of the brain is different from that of ordinary people. It does not mean that the heart in the chest also beats."

"Is this so"

Jiao Yang looked up at the snow in the sky, and Sriyaan looked up with her.

"So that's it."

Fu Weiwei hid behind the wall, holding his mobile phone in his hand, turned on the camera, and cautiously approached the two standing people.

She was also wondering in her heart. Logically speaking, the man named Ai Xilu snatched this woman away from the engagement party in Xilin. Shouldn't she be with the man named Ai Xilu now?

The man standing now clearly does not look like an American in his appearance.

Does this woman have other spare tires?

However, Fu Weiwei was extremely grateful to these men who were vying to be spare tires, and this gave her and Xilin a glimmer of hope.

She will use her sincerity to heal Xilin's pain.

Fu Weiwei raised his phone and was about to take a picture of the woman's face when a hand suddenly stretched out from behind and just grabbed her wrist. The force was so strong that the phone in his hand almost dropped.

Fu Weiwei was startled and turned around hurriedly. The bright smile of a blond-haired, blue-eyed man magnified in front of her eyes.

".Who are you?"

Frestlin held her wrist tightly. On the surface, he looked smiling, gentlemanly and harmonious, but in fact, he never loosened his grip on her wrist.

Of course he knew what kind of disaster a single photo taken could bring about with the status of Siriyan and Jiaoyang being wanted globally.

What's more, this woman was obviously filming secretly and had ulterior motives.

Forestlin raised the corners of his lips: "Let's get to know each other. My name is Aylin, and I live nearby."

He pulled out a business card, bent down like a gentleman, and took her hand as she reached for it.

Fu Weiwei was a little stunned, always feeling that there was an indescribable weirdness somewhere, but thinking that maybe he was not used to foreigners' etiquette, he didn't say anything.

From an angle that no one could see, Fu Leistlin lowered his head and looked at her hand holding the phone. The lower half of her face became strange and sinister: "This lovely Asian lady, your hands are long." It’s so beautiful.”

"Really?" After all, the other party was an extremely handsome young gentleman. Fu Weiwei scratched his head in embarrassment, not realizing the danger was coming, "Maybe he took good care of himself."

Forestlin didn't listen to what she was saying, but held her hand and looked at it as if he was examining something. His blue eyes deepened, and then he suddenly grinned strangely: "I really want to. "

Before he finished speaking, Fu Lesterlin's cell phone on his waist suddenly rang, and from the other side came the voice of the little sweetheart he had been thinking about for who knows how long.

Even though there was an impatient urging, telling a man who was running around without restraint to hurry up and gather together, he still felt overjoyed.

For a moment, Fu Leistlin forgot all about the new little sister he had met and the prey that could be collected.

The young man with blond hair and blue eyes happily held his mobile phone, took back his business card, and walked away without saying a word while talking.

As he left, the inexplicable low pressure around him also disappeared.

Fu Weiwei felt baffled when he saw the sudden behavior of this man who seemed to be a gentleman and a steady man just now.

After the man's back disappeared in the snow, she suddenly became aware of the photo.

Fu Weiwei screamed in frustration, turned on his phone, and found that he didn't take a picture of the two people's faces at all. Because of the interruption just now, her hand slipped, and she could only take a picture of the woman's side face, but couldn't make out her appearance at all.

"My uncle will scold me to death." Fu Weiwei stamped his feet in annoyance and bit his lower lip, "I can't even handle this little thing."

And over there, just as Fu Leistlin ran up happily, what he saw was the backs of Sriya'an and Jiaoyang holding umbrellas and leaving each other.

The snow was thick, leaving their footprints.

Forrestlin narrowed his eyes and twitched the corners of his mouth: "Sriyan, this man is really annoying."

He kicked into the thick snow.

"Master, Master"

Xilin frowned and hesitated for a long time in a gray dream.

There was a cute little girl in his dream. She smiled at him, like the only light in this chaos. He wanted to catch her and ran up to her, using all his strength, but he couldn't catch her.

Everyone around him looked at him coldly, talked, laughed, and ridiculed, and in the end they became farther and farther away.

It turns out that some things in this world are not only useful if you work hard.

To be precise, Xilin was awakened by a nightmare.

He opened his eyes, his eyes widened, his chest was still panting, and he was covered in cold sweat.

"Xilin!" Mrs. Sichar rushed over with tears on her face and hugged her son tightly.

As of now, all she wants is for her child to be safe.

Xilin's eyes were a little dull, looking at the people in front of him, his father, mother, housekeeper Liu, and Yun Ma.

There were no tears on anyone's face, and even his father, who had always remained solemn in front of him, had red eyes.

Xilin bit his lower lip, his long hair was still messy, his nose was slightly sour, and his eyes began to become moist.

These are the people who have cared about themselves and loved themselves since childhood. What kind of devil had he been obsessed with before that made him so obsessed that he would never meet all of them for the sake of a woman who didn't love him at all.

Up to now, the people who accompany him are still them, and he has caused them to be embarrassed

Xilin's face was pale, his eyes were blank, he was holding the quilt, his long hair was disheveled, and tears fell silently.

Mrs. Schall arranged her son's hair sadly.

She has been her proud son since childhood.

When have you ever looked so embarrassed?

Two chapters in one.