Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

"You, you guys." Fu Weiwei felt his tongue was tied. Seeing their calm expressions, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Xilin came back to his senses and curled his lips sarcastically: "I didn't expect to meet you two here, let alone my fiancée to meet Miss Sheng's boyfriend?"

Fu Weiwei was stunned and looked at him, his eyes burning with emotion.

This was the first time he responded to her in so many days, and it was in front of Sheng Jiaoyang.

Does this mean that he is showing himself his attitude and determination? There will be no resurgence of old feelings, and he will unswervingly choose himself.

Fu Leistlin was stunned for a moment, and when he was about to say something, Jiaoyang stopped him first.

"fiancée?"

She glanced at the two of them, and finally cast her gaze on Fu Weiwei's face, slightly curved her lips, and asked, "Do you like her?"

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that the person asking the question is Xilin.

He looked familiar.

Xilin's chest suffocated, he took a deep breath, and then raised his smiling face: "Why not?"

"I do not believe."

Jiaoyang said, crossing her arms across her chest and raising her chin.

There seems to be a kind of pride, contempt, and ridicule on his face, as if he is aloof and has false pity for the weak, but also as if he has nothing at all.

They were all stunned.

Xilin was instantly angered by her look.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, he sneered: "Why do you think so? Do you still have any illusions that I should still be obsessed with you who did those things?"

"It's whatever you say."

Jiaoyang spread her hands indifferently, and then pulled Fu Leistlin, who was in a daze next to her, as if she had confirmed something. She looked in a good mood and turned around with a smile.

"Let's go, Lin. You can buy coffee elsewhere, but I'll choke if I'm with someone I don't like."

Fu Weiwei told his uncle Fu Qiran everything that happened during the day.

"Is there such a thing?" Fu Qiran raised the corners of his lips with interest.

He originally planned to take the diamond mine and leave, which was already inseparable, but the head of the Sichaer family suddenly called him and told him that their son Xilin had figured it out and was willing to get married.

I originally thought that that man could actually come out of the shadows in such a short time, he was quite a ruthless person.

After all, since ancient times, the word love is the most hurtful.

His eyelids trembled, and his hands were clasped together, as if he was recalling something long ago.

But now it seems that Master Sichar still seems to have forgotten his old love for that woman.

This made Fu Qiran a little curious, what kind of woman was she that could make such a proud and arrogant young master Xilin still love and hate her but never forget her after his dignity was hurt in public.

"That's not the case."

Fu Weiwei couldn't help complaining: "I really don't know what kind of magic power that woman has that can actually make the men around her circle around her one after another. I don't understand, falling in love with that woman, Are you really that happy?

Forget it, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. Being able to do this is considered her ability. But now Xilin is planning to let go, he is about to get married, and he finally climbed out of that abyss, how could she?"

Fu Weiwei bit his lips, a trace of blood leaking out: "How could you appear at this time and ruin other people's happiness so easily?"

She doesn't know how to cherish the feelings that others put in her heart and protect her. She hopes to use her whole life to heal the man she hurt. Isn't she even allowed to do this?

The girl's eyes were filled with water, and she quickly lowered her head.

"Because there really is such a woman in this world."

Fu Qiran squinted his eyes, his eyelids facing the sunlight outside the window.

"Knowing that she is a bad guy, you still can't help but want to hold all the good things in the world in front of her. You want to give up on her, but you can't forget her. In the end, you still find that what you thought you were Those struggles and tortures were actually played around by her."

He laughed at himself, took out a cigarette, and lit it silently.

Fu Weiwei stopped talking.

She knew. To be precise, everyone in the world knew that the famous Mr. Fu had a Bai Yueguang whom he could not love.

And whenever he recalled that woman, he looked calm, but in fact he was the most irritable.

Over the years, he seemed to have an unsolvable knot in his heart.

Fu Weiwei waited quietly for him to finish inhaling, not daring to make a sound.

"By the way," Fu Qiran seemed to suddenly remember something. He sat on the chair and flicked the ashes from his cigarette, "Where's the photo I asked you to take last time?"

Fu Weiwei's expression was awkward. Her uncle didn't ask her for photos after she went back last time. She thought he just had a whim and she escaped.

Who knew we would eventually face this step.

She opened her phone, pulled out the photo, and handed it over with trembling arms: "Only, only this."

Fu Qiran took it, and when he saw the photo inside, his eyes gradually changed from laziness to disbelief.

His hands were shaking slightly.

Jiaoyang jumped down wearing a white silk nightgown. The address was exposed last time, so I am destined to stay here for a short time. I have to leave sooner or later anyway, so I might as well enjoy it while I am still in the United States.

So now, the house is warm inside.

When she went to the kitchen to get fruit, she passed by Sriyaan who was sitting on the sofa and even said hello in a good mood.

"Good evening, Mr. Sriyan."

Jiao Yang only found out later that Yaliwa had died there with those people after the stronghold was bombed last time.

But this is none of her business. Although she is a good person, it is not her responsibility to save lives and heal the wounded.

"Listen to Lin, did you see Xilin again today?" Siya was lying on the sofa with one leg on top and one leg down, looking at her with deep and unpredictable green eyes.

"You guys have such a good relationship." She said, seemingly truthfully, and continued to the kitchen in a good mood.

Sriyan frowned and reminded: "We will leave here for a long time in the future, and we may never come back. If there is any affection that cannot be let go, it is better to let it go as soon as possible."

"I know." Jiaoyang slept with her arms in her hands and kicked the kitchen door closed indifferently.

Sriya'an's eyes became darker, and his eyes moved with her pace.

"By the way, where are we going to cause harm at our next stop?"

"Aren't you going to send the ashes of your 'not your ex-ex-boyfriend'?" The blond man snorted and stared at her from the end of his eyes, "Of course to that country in Asia."

Two chapters in one.