Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

[Merit value +6000]

Jiaoyang looked at the increased value and curled her lips.

It was the space that taught her to measure life by value.

Almost a medical miracle, Wen Renli's body recovered very well, and he was even discharged from the hospital soon under the careful care of Dean Sheng.

Jiaoyang used the prepared medicine to suppress the SHPV virus and distributed it to the soldiers who were unfortunately infected with the SHPV virus. Those soldiers were secretly brought back by Wen Renli and locked up in a small courtyard.

Fortunately, the infection was treated in time, and under the control of her medicine, although they were infected now, they were not unconscious, unable to take care of themselves, and needed care from others.

Jiaoyang suppressed the poison for them, then locked the door of the courtyard. After seeing the words "+188, +188..." popping up on the merit value interface, she nodded with satisfaction.

It’s not that there are no pills in the store that can completely eliminate the SHPV virus. It’s just that the consumption is too large and it’s easy to lose all your money. The most important thing is that if the SHPV virus is completely eliminated at once, then this good thing is equivalent to just You can do it once, and the merit points obtained are only one-time.

But if it just helps to suppress the toxicity, not to mention the cost, and this good thing can be done countless times, because the virus will keep attacking, it is equivalent to her having a channel to extract merit points unlimited times, why not do it ?

The corner of Jiaoyang's mouth curled up. Just as she was thinking, a "ding-dong" sound came from her phone.

She took out her mobile phone, and the first message was the one that everyone around the world could receive. The royal family announced that "the latest issue of the world contribution ranking has been updated."

Jiaoyang was stunned for a moment, then clicked on it and found that in the past six months, because Wen Renli had not heard from her, the accumulated value had remained unchanged; and she had been at the base to help solve all kinds of troubles. The number of contribution points in the column behind her name was constantly accumulating, and eventually it continued to surpass her, until she replaced Wen Renli's name and ranked first.

Jiaoyang stared at the ranking for a long time, then twitched the corner of her mouth, sneered, and put the phone back again.

"Go to sleep, Ali."

Jiao Yang held Wen Renli's cheek, kissed him gently on the lips, and smiled at him, as if nothing had changed like half a year ago.

Wen Renli looked at her face, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

He reached out his hand and touched her cheek.

In the past six months, he had almost died and escaped death several times, but it was always like now, when he often saw her face appearing in front of him.

"It's so good," Wen Renli's eyes were slightly red, "It's so good to have you by my side."

Jiaoyang meekly put her head on his chest and rubbed it.

It seemed that it was still the little girl who followed him behind him and met him for the first time at dusk half a year ago.

He couldn't help but laugh: "I almost didn't know what to do. My comrades, it was you who helped me solve everything."

Wen Renli felt that it wasn't that she couldn't live without him, but that he couldn't live without her more and more.

"I think that one day, if you disappear from my life, I will completely collapse and fall into madness." The man smiled slightly and traced her face bit by bit with his fingertips.

"No, you won't."

Jiaoyang lowered her head and looked at him softly. Thinking of Wen Renli five years later, the corner of her mouth curled up: "I think that even if one day I am no longer here, you should still be able to endure the pain and sadness in your heart. On this piece of land, we will stick to it forever.”

Because he is Wenrenli, a Wenren chief who belongs to this world, not to any one person. To him, the identity of Sheng Jiaoyang's husband is just an unimportant one.

The corners of Jiaoyang's mouth were curved, and a darkness flashed across her eyes. Although she was smiling, her heart was extremely cold.

Wen Renli was slightly stunned, and felt a little scared in his heart because she seemed to be joking.

"It's my fault, we won't talk about this mess anymore." Wen Renli put his arms around her and let Jiaoyang, who was facing him, lie next to him, with a gentle look in his dark eyes.

"Reunion is a joyful thing. In the past six months, have you thought about me, Jiaoyang?"

When Wen Renli said this, he stared at her closely, his eyes rarely filled with self-blame, worry and nervousness.

I blame myself for not being able to accompany her well, worry that she will be hurt because of her distress, and worry about whether she will fall in love with someone else again in the past six months.

However, after listening to his words, Jiaoyang smiled, slightly bending her eyes like crescent moons.

"Of course," the little girl raised her head, looking at him expectantly like before, "I miss your face, the food you cooked, the little cakes you made, and of course,"

Wen Renli, who was seduced by Jiao Yang, quickly knocked down his charming fiancée, full of passion and madness.

Finally, before Wen Renli fell asleep, he murmured unconsciously while holding her steady: "Jiaoyang, you are the only person in this world who understands me."

Jiaoyang curled up her lips and mentally answered: No.

She and Wen Renli were never the same kind of people. It’s not the case now, and it won’t be the same in the world five years from now.

So Jiaoyang is very curious. Wen Renli is now used to seeing this "enthusiastic and kind" persona. How does he feel when he meets the cold and domineering vampire "Ella" five years later?

Unfortunately, she probably won't know the answer. She didn't know she would see him again in the future, and it was impossible for her to travel back to this world five years later and ask him again.

Jiaoyang clenched her chin and curled her lips.

What a pity

After Wen Renli fell asleep, Jiaoyang did not lie down, but put on a coat and came to the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the scene outside the window in a daze.

At this moment, the phone rang, and Jiaoyang quickly answered it.

The caller was Xino. He seemed to be drunk, and his voice sounded slightly drunk: "Are you coming over tonight, Jiaoyang?"

He lowered his voice, and his tone sounded inexplicably humble.

Jiaoyang could hear the drunkenness in his words and subconsciously wanted to refuse, but when she turned her head and saw Wen Renli lying on the bed next to her, she somehow agreed as soon as the words came to her lips.

"Okay," she replied, "I'll come find you."

Jiaoyang came by car, and it was almost midnight when she knocked on the door of Xino's house.

It was quiet and dark all around.

She did not flinch, but felt some strange fresh excitement from it.

Xino quickly came over to open the door, pulled her in, and hugged her.

The kiss fell overwhelmingly, Jiaoyang closed her eyes and hugged the man's waist.

It was no different than before, but now it felt surprisingly good, mesmerizing, addictive.

Xino completely indulged himself and whispered in her ear: "We are a perfect match, Jiaoyang." His voice was hoarse.

If it were him instead, if it were him instead

Xino held Jiaoyang tightly in his arms, leaving no room for her to escape.