Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Wen Renli looked at her blankly, looking at her sudden cold expression, feeling a little at a loss for a moment.

Did he do something wrong again? Made her unhappy?

"Miss Ella." Wen Renli called her from behind and stepped up.

"Are you unhappy?" The man pursed his lips stubbornly, "Because of me."

Jiaoyang paused, then turned around, looking at him with a half-smile as she approached: "Of course it's because of you. It's just because the blood in your body is not delicious enough that it reminds Gu of other foods. .so."

Jiaoyang came over and pressed Wen Renli against the wall again. The corners of her lips curled up: "If the next time Gu comes to test your blood, your taste is still not up to standard. It seems that Gu will only I can keep an eye on you every day and feed you myself."

Wen Renli was stunned for a moment, maintaining the posture in front of him and looking into her eyes.

Jiaoyang curled her lips and looked at him as well.

And He Lanrui, who had just come to look for her, was standing at the door and saw this scene. His pupils were slightly suffocated and his whole body was about to turn to stone.

When Miss Ella said these words to Uncle Wenren, was she caring about him?

The young man looked at this scene, his fingers tightened, and the expression on his angelic and delicate face gradually became obscure and weird.

He Lanrui did not choose to go in, but lowered his gaze and stared at them for a while, then turned and left.

"Miss Ella, someone is looking for you."

The next day, when Jiaoyang was wandering boredly in the corridor, she was suddenly blocked by a guard.

"Huh?" She frowned, looking at the human in front of her who dared to offend rudely, and raised her eyebrows slightly displeased, "Who is it?"

However, the man in front of her always lowered his gaze and seemed to have no intention of answering her.

Jiaoyang sneered and looked at the face in front of her. Although her memory of unimportant people or things was never very good, she probably remembered that the guard in front of her seemed to have a strange face.

"Who do you think you are? You dare to come to me and ask me to go see him without telling me your origin and name. Get out of my way."

Jiaoyang pushed the person away without any courtesy, put her hands in her pockets, and walked away arrogantly.

Unfortunately, at this moment, she seemed to have forgotten that she was a road idiot.

After Jiaoyang walked around the top floor of Baier Palace, she looked at the almost identical windows and decorations around her in confusion: "Have you been here before, or have you never been here before?"

At this moment, a strange shadow appeared in her eyes, causing her voice to pause.

Jiaoyang raised her eyebrows and walked towards the cluster of light in front of her. There was a balcony there.

She tilted her head and looked over——

On a rocking chair on the balcony, a boy who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old was sitting there, leisurely basking in the sun.

He was wearing a brown uniform and black boots. His left chest was covered with honorary medals. He had a particularly beautiful face, a high nose and red lips. His skin was so tender that you could pinch water, but he had a dignified and serious face. , young and mature appearance.

However, what attracted Jiaoyang the most and made her stop in her tracks were the big bright red eyes on his face.

When the young man turned his gaze, a look of astonishment clearly flashed through his eyes, and the astonishment in Jiaoyang's eyes was no less than his.

"Um." Jiaoyang blinked, her voice was cold, and she tentatively called, "Fellow?"

The young man seemed to have no intention of answering her question. Instead, he got down from the chair and stared at her with eyes that became more and more shocked and stunned, and then gradually evolved into ecstasy and melancholy.

Jiaoyang looked at his eyes, the corner of her mouth twitched for a moment, and a conjecture emerged in her heart: "Well, do you also want to claim to be an old acquaintance of Gu?"

The young man pursed his lips and looked at her stubbornly with his gorgeous red eyes, as if he wanted to deeply imprint her appearance into his mind.

He looked at her with complicated eyes, but the tone of the first sentence he spoke had a very low tone, which made people instantly disillusioned: "Ah, what are you talking about? Who wants to have anything to do with a woman like you?" ah"

"Huh?" The corner of Jiaoyang's mouth twitched, so should she act like it had nothing to do with her now, or give the little brat in front of her a good beating?

However, he continued to speak nonsense: "You seem to have become stupid when you come back this time, and your brain seems to be unclear. How can you not even recognize me? How is this possible?"

At the end of the sentence, he murmured, his expression becoming a little lonely, "It shouldn't matter that I have no impression at all."

"What?"

Jiaoyang looked at him speechlessly, feeling that this little brat looked in need, and she couldn't help but want to give him a good education.

"What's the relationship?"

"What's the relationship?"

The young man lowered his eyes and repeated unconsciously, "Yeah, what kind of relationship does it have?"

One night stand? ***? lover?

he does not know.

Except for that time when the gun accidentally went off, she never responded to him, and he never dared to ask her.

The mentor who saved his life, but while he was staying at his master's house, he couldn't help falling in love with his master's wife, and even had such a relationship with her while his mentor was away?

what is this?

The boy laughed to himself.

What was their relationship, and what was her view of him? Did she regard him as a rapist with evil intentions, or did she actually have a faint fondness for him in her heart?

These questions of his never got answers until she left this world forever.

And now, the woman in front of him, who was obviously her but not her, was obviously unable to give him an answer.

"You are really." The young man looked at her and laughed self-deprecatingly, "No matter what time, you are always equally annoying."

I really hate it, this feeling of worrying about gains and losses that he has no way to control and has no power to resist.

"You must be crazy."

I just met the little kid in front of me, and he was muttered by him as if he was having a mental illness. Even though Jiaoyang had nothing to do with her and didn't want to be with a fifteen or sixteen year old kid. I care about it, but now I can't help but want to explode.

However, she had just taken a step when a guard hurriedly came to report from behind and wiped the sweat from his head: "I'm sorry, General Toledo, it was the incompetence of my subordinates who didn't bring Miss Ella here, and in the blink of an eye, She disappeared in a moment, and my subordinates just walked around the corridor and couldn't find anyone. Huh? So it turns out that the person is already at the general's side?"

Two chapters in one.