Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Jiao Yang lowered his head and looked at the finished product in front of him.

"I can write like this, but I just don't want to!" Jiao Yang puffed up, eager to prove himself, shaking the brush.

She doesn't like people to question her abilities in any aspect.

Seeing the little girl in front of her pouting her red lips, dissatisfaction was written all over her face. The man couldn't help laughing for a while, stepped forward, and calmly restrained her hand that was holding a brush and dotting maliciously.

Jiao Yang's eyelashes drooped, looking at his hand on her wrist, the corners of her lips pulled slightly. With a seemingly light touch, she felt that it was difficult to move her wrist.

There is also this pair of seemingly simple but introverted calligraphy. It is said that reading calligraphy is like reading a person. A person's calligraphy and painting happen to best reflect what kind of person he is.

The uneasy feeling in my heart was getting bigger and bigger.

Even with precautions, can the fully armed Sheng family resist the Yuan and Ming Dynasties? Not necessarily, the Yuan and Ming Dynasties never did anything they were not sure about. But now that he came here in disguise, wouldn't it be superfluous?

Or, as the leader of martial arts, the Sheng family has what he wants here.

There are only two days, maybe she should do something even if she is the only one alive in the end.

Before Jiaoyang raised her head, she felt a hand on her head.

The corner of her mouth twitched, and he stroked her head like a puppy. The man chuckled, with a slender face, as beautiful as a woman, and said softly: "Then you promise me that you will always write this type of font in the future, okay?"

Why?

Jiao Yang blinked, seeing that he seemed to be leaving, so she suddenly raised her head: "Why?"

He looked down at her, and she raised her eyebrows and glanced at him. At that moment, the lips of the two met unexpectedly, her lips brushed against the corner of his mouth lightly, she felt soft and slightly cool, he seemed to have feathers flicking at the tip of his heart, with a slight electric current , fleeting.

He was slightly suffocated for breathing, and his eyes froze for a moment. He lowered his head and looked at her in disbelief, and then Jiaoyang could feel that the gentle mask on this man was broken in an instant.

He squinted his eyes to look at her, and the air pressure instantly dropped, carrying gusts of wind, making it extremely cold.

Jiao Yang's eyes widened. Even if it was only for a moment, with modern people's timing methods, there might not even be a change of 0.01 second, but she saw it clearly.

It may be because of the instinct of small animals to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, she now perceives that this man is very dangerous. Ah bah, she's not an animal.

"Jiaoyang. Jiaoyang!"

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside. The door was opened all of a sudden, and a woman in a snow-white long dress ran over in a hurry, looking at her with worried eyes, and tears gradually filled her eyes.

Jiaoyang didn't see what she looked like, anyway, no matter what she looked like, she was as beautiful as a fairy in her heart at the moment.

Jiao Yang rushed towards the woman, then pushed her out unkindly, and hid behind her.

It was also at this time that Jiao Yang saw Guo'er standing behind the woman. She raised her eyebrows: "Where have you been?"

Guo'er lowered her head: "Miss, the leader and the eldest lady are back, and Guoer went to greet them. Guoer saw that the eldest lady was really anxious, so he took her to see you first."

"Oh?" Jiao Yang smiled brightly, with the corners of her mouth slightly curved.

"You child, why are you still so reckless?"

Sheng Qingyuan turned her around, and a face that was five points similar to her was magnified in front of her, extremely beautiful. It's just that unlike her who is more of a girly girl, Sheng Qingyuan, who has a lot of facial features, is more heroic.

Just like the heroines in TV dramas, women do not give way to men.

Sheng Qingyuan looked her up and down, pinched her face, feeling very distressed. The usually heroic brows were relaxed, and the eyes were as gentle as water: "... I lost weight."

"Where"

Jiao Yang stared at the gentle woman in front of her, and was stunned. Then she looked away, as if she suddenly thought of something, she blinked and said tentatively, "Sister? Have you ever thought about changing your surname, for example, Yi?"

"What?" Sheng Qingyuan didn't react, and after regaining her senses, she pushed her head helplessly, the corner of her mouth twitching, "After a serious illness, why did I wake up still like a big kid, talking nonsense. But it's okay .At least it proves that your brain is not burnt out."

Jiao Yang covered her head, the corner of her mouth twitched.

Sheng Qingyuan forced her to wear the amulet that was so dirty under Jiaoyang's eyes.

Then she held the amulet in her hand, the corners of her mouth twitched, and in a blink of an eye, she saw the tender tenderness in her eyes when her sister's eyes touched the handsome man, and she felt very missing.

"Yuan Gongzi"

The gloominess of the man just now has completely receded, with one hand behind his back, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and he smiled back at her.

The two stood together, forming a beautiful picture.

Jiao Yang raised her eyebrows, hid behind her sister, and was planning to find an opportunity to sneak away.

"Little Jiaoyang Jiaoyang"

She heard someone calling her.

Jiao Yang turned around, and there was a little boy in a purple robe hiding behind the wall, staring at her with dark eyes, and beckoning to her.

"Cousin Huangfuyan?"

Jiao Yang lifted the hem of the skirt that was spread on the ground, turned her head and glanced at the two men like thieves, and then dodged back in a flash, the tender and white hand like a lotus root was caught by the little boy.