Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

She won't force him, never force him again.

My son can do whatever he wants, as long as he is safe.

Mrs. Schall lowered her head and cried with her son.

Xilin wiped away the tears on his face and smiled to himself: "Is everyone outside watching the Sichaer family's jokes now?"

The head of the Schar family came over with red eyes and put his hand on his son's shoulder.

Don't start now. As the head of the family, he is also a father. He doesn't want his proud son to see his fragility: "Don't worry about this now. The important thing is to take good care of your body first. The doctor said you are mentally and physically exhausted." , have you never had a good meal or slept well during this time?"

Xilin was stunned for a moment, then raised the corners of his lips with some difficulty, his chest still heavy.

"Isn't it ridiculous? The sweet and loving love that is spread out there is actually rotten behind the scenes."

He tightened his hands and dug his nails into his flesh.

"Xilin. Believe me, just come out, come out. That woman is not worthy of my excellent son. I know you will feel very painful during this period, but you are my son, and I believe you can rely on me." Come out on your own.”

Xilin was stunned and walked out?

He raised his head and looked into the pair of eyes that were distressed but full of encouragement and trust.

At this moment, he suddenly understood the burden he was carrying.

The Schar family must continue to be glorious, and its future only depends on him.

At this time, a phone call came in. My father picked up the phone and the voice reached everyone's ears: "Master, things are not going well. Mr. Fu has asked someone to make trouble. He said that if he doesn't give an explanation today, what happened before will be taken away." Make it public!”

"He is really as good as the rumors. He is really good at picking the time," the head of the Sichaer family sneered. "When a person is in poverty, everyone wants to step on him and get some good things. Go tell Mr. Fu, doesn't he just want to That diamond mine? Give it to him!"

He put down the phone.

Xilin bit his lip.

The head of the Sichaer family was stunned, and then came over to comfort his son: "Don't think too much, you are the future of the Sichaer family. Sooner or later, all the benefits that others eat will be spit out by them one day!"

"Dad." He suddenly spoke softly, as if he had made up his mind.

Yes, he had always wanted others to distinguish the two identities of Xilin and Master Sichar, but it did not mean that he could relieve himself of the responsibilities of Master Sichar around him.

The glory of his family has enabled him to enjoy unparalleled glory and extravagance for more than twenty years. He should not be so selfish and shirk all his responsibilities when the family needs him.

"The Fu family came abroad this time for marriage, right?"

Everyone was stunned. Mrs. Sichar wanted to say something, but her husband interrupted her with a wave of her hand.

The head of the Sichaer family began to look at him seriously: "I will reject their marriage. I just don't want you to marry a shabby woman. It doesn't mean that I need to sacrifice my son's marriage to continue the glory of the family. "

After all, the reason why you want to develop Sichar better is to protect your family, right?

"No, I've thought about it, Dad."

Xilin raised the corners of his lips and breathed a little tremblingly, "I will marry the woman he brought."

"You?" Sichaer's head was stunned, "Have you really thought about it?"

"At this point, it doesn't matter which woman I marry."

Xilin laughed self-deprecatingly, suppressing the sadness and anguish in his heart: "It is better to do more for Si Chaer. After all, Si Chaer has never been bullied in the hands of his father. How could I allow it? Leave it with this stain.”

Everyone looked at each other with complicated eyes.

"Wow~ Sweetie, you are getting more and more beautiful. I can't help but fall under your pomegranate skirt!"

In the snow, Fu Leistlin looked at the photos of Jiaoyang in the camera with red hearts in his eyes.

This is when they are about to leave this place, leaving their last nostalgia.

"Let me see."

Jiaoyang bent her eyes, and the sun shone on her consistently, making her face extremely bright even in the dark and gloomy snowy day.

She came over in a bound and after looking at the photo in his hand, she pursed her red lips in dissatisfaction.

"What's so beautiful about it? You made me look so short! Do you know how to pick angles? It's really a straight man's aesthetic."

Jiaoyang muttered for a while, snatched the camera from his hand, and deleted all the photos in it.

"You actually said that I have straight aesthetics!"

Forestlin screamed unbearably, and Jiaoyang threw the camera to him again. He took it, heartbroken.

He lowered his head and muttered: "But... I'm obviously short to begin with." He said very cutely.

The beauty of the Yang frame is not big in Asia, let alone in the wealthy streets abroad. Any woman you pick up on the street is bigger than her, even the underage little girl is much taller than her. .

She may not like it and feel that she is being outdone in terms of momentum.

"What did you say?" A threatening voice came out, and Fu Leistlin was frightened.

During this time, he also became more aware of the ferocity of this little guy.

Every time that shameless guy Sriyaan tried to sneak into her room, he always ended up being thrown out.

"Nothing, nothing." His blue eyes curved into the shape of a crescent moon, and the man waved his hands repeatedly, smiling ingratiatingly.

Only then did Jiaoyang look away, and continued to skip to the cafe opposite, ready to buy a cup of coffee to warm her hands.

"Continue later."

Fu Leistlin screamed repeatedly, and then went up to help her open the glass door with a smile.

But they had just walked in a few steps, and the scene inside the coffee shop made them slightly stunned.

There was a man and a woman sitting on one of the tables inside. One was Young Master Sichaer Xilin who had just separated. The other young girl looked familiar. She had a high ponytail and was extraordinarily sweet and playful. She belonged to The unique youthful energy of her age.

Both sides were stunned for a moment, Jiaoyang blinked, and Xilin stood up, his eyes trembling in disbelief.

He didn't pay attention to her news, let alone did he dare to pay attention. So he didn't know where she was now. He thought she was with Ai Xilu now.

But it seemed that it was not what he thought. Not only was she not with Ai Xilu, she even had another man beside her in a short period of time.

Xilin laughed to himself.

Why does he care about this? It can only prove that his decision to leave this woman early was correct. He should also be grateful that she was willing to let him go and not let him lose more.

The woman clearly recognized them and was even more shocked. She looked at Sheng Jiaoyang and the man next to her who had met her once before.

Fu Weiwei opened his eyes wide and suddenly realized something. He put his hand on Xilin's arm. He looked at the woman, motionless as if she had lost her soul. She bit her lip.

"You, Mr. Aylin?"

She is such a terrible woman for changing men so quickly.

"it's me."

Forrestlin walked up with a smile, put his hand on Jiaoyang's waist, who seemed to have not recovered yet, raised his lips, and looked provocatively in his blue eyes.

Imitating the hypocritical man Sriyaan, maintaining the false behavior of a gentleman, "I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon."