Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

"I don't know." Fulest Lin lay leisurely on the sofa, not only occupying Sheng Jiaoyang's sofa, but also occupying her pillows and snacks and fruits on the coffee table.

He put his hand into the bag of potato chips, took out a few pieces in a good mood, put them in his mouth and ate them, then buried his head into the pillow and inhaled a big mouthful of the sweet aroma.

"At this time, the little sweetheart should be rekindling her old relationship with her little ex-boyfriend."

Sriyaan's nonchalant pace paused.

Look at him expressionlessly.

"Hey, this is none of my business."

Fu Lestlin spread his hands with a smile, "She didn't know how she found it, what else did she say? She wanted to see Xilin today before rushing to Asia. This was all her own intention, not mine. Instigate.”

Sriyaan was already ready to go out, put on his coat, and walked to the door: "What's the address?"

"No. 108 Yangxiang Road." Fu Leistlin said with a solemn face.

Just as Sriyaan opened the door and walked out, he stood up from the sofa again: "I'll go with you."

"Need not."

Sriyan didn't look back, and his figure quickly disappeared into the vast white snow, without looking at the expression on Fu Leistlin's face.

"What a bummer."

Forrestlin began to feel that the potato chips in his mouth were tasteless, so he threw the remaining unopened packets into the trash can.

The blue eyes were deep: "I don't believe that you will be willing to kill the little sweetheart when the time comes."

For the two people who were still entangled over there, Jiaoyang looked at Xilin with dark eyes: "You said you wanted to completely cut off the relationship with me, and I thought so too. But since we want to completely settle the relationship, then I I really owe you something."

She looked at her little finger: "This is what I owe you, and I will pay it back to you."

"You are forcing me." Xilin's eyes turned red. "You clearly know that I will go crazy if you do this."

"Then it's none of my business. I'm only responsible for repaying the debt." She smiled sweetly, brighter than the sunshine in March.

Xilin's chest almost suffocated.

"No!" Fu Weiwei put down his phone and rushed over. As long as this period of time is delayed,

She helped Xilin grasp Jiaoyang's wrist: "I know you must be very excited now, but Jiaoyang, you really won't regret hurting yourself in exchange for your ex-boyfriend's return?"

Xilin was in so much pain because of that incident. Even though he found out, his left finger was still handicapped for life. He was such a proud man.

She wanted to protect Xilin and not allow him to be harmed twice, nor could she just watch him suffer because of another woman's pain.

"You're thinking too much," Jiaoyang twitched her lips, her eyes cold, "I'm not that idiotic yet."

She threw her hand away, and Xilin and Fu Weiwei were thrown away by her at the same time.

Due to the huge movement, the sharp edge of the ring scratched the back of her hand, leaving a scratch deep into the bone and causing blood to flow.

"No." Xilin's pupils dilated.

The world seemed to stand still.

Fu Weiwei fell to the ground and looked up at her in shock when he saw the blood on the ground.

Jiaoyang was stunned for a moment, holding her injured and bleeding hand and looking at the scars on it before she could recover. At this time, a familiar body temperature suddenly came from behind.

"Uncle!" Fu Weiwei cried with joy.

Jiaoyang dazzled for a moment, then turned around.

As before, the arrogant and arrogant young master in school uniform in her memory looked at her, his eyes trembling slightly.

Only now, five years have passed.

The former young master has grown into a man, and his facial features are stronger and more erect, and more sharp-edged.

He is no longer the campus bully Fu Qiran, but the all-powerful business emperor Fu Qiran.

It was almost exactly the same as she imagined him looking like now.

Jiaoyang was stunned for a moment, and then smiled with a sweet smile.

"Hello, Mr. Fu."

Long time no see, Fu Qiran.

The man looked at her, his soft and fluffy hair flickering slightly. The memory of this period of time came up, his eyes were red with a sense of grievance, and his eyes became moist.

She is still alive.

She really is.

Fu Qiran lowered his head and paused when he saw her bleeding hands.

Wiping away his tears, he came to her and looked at the two people, his low and hoarse voice revealed danger.

"Looking for death?"