Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

The man watched her series of expression changes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly pulled, revealing some mockery.

After this matter is done, she doesn't have to stay.

He was about to sit back there when he stepped on a tile and felt something was wrong, and his figure froze instantly.

The man stopped, stretched out two fingers, curled up slightly and knocked on the ground a few times, an empty echo soon came from the room.

He frowned, looked around, and then knocked a few more times, and a hidden grid popped out on the wall.

The man's eyes paused, he straightened up, and walked quickly there, but he saw nothing but emptiness inside.

His expression was stiff.

When the maid rushed over from behind, she was surprised when she saw it, but the next moment, the man grabbed her by the neck.

Her eyes were wide open, she couldn't breathe, she kept struggling, and froze instantly when she met the man's cold and murderous eyes like a demon. Her face was blue and purple, but her body was raised.

"Didn't you say that no one has entered or exited here? Now it is obviously a trace of being touched by someone. What else do you need to explain?"

The man's voice was cold, with an indissoluble killing intent.

"I really don't know that someone should have sneaked in"

Her eyes widened, and she clutched her neck, her canthus tearing open.

"Maybe it's Missy. It could be someone else"

The man clenched his hands tighter and tighter, but his face didn't show any emotion.

She crooked her neck and fell to the ground after letting go, completely losing consciousness

The next day, early morning.

Jiao Yang stretched and got up from the bed. Guo'er hurried up, opened the curtain of the bed, and waited for the young lady to wash up.

Jiao Yang lowered his head, and followed her as she worked on him. Knowing that she finished washing, she sat at the table with half-opened eyes, almost drowsy.

Suddenly she woke up, blinked her eyes, and leaned close to Guo'er, with the corners of her mouth slightly hooked: "Little Guo, did you not sleep well last night? Why is your face so ugly? There are still bruises"

Jiao Yang leaned over and pinched her pale face.

"I..." Guo'er hesitated for a while, and subconsciously lifted up the collar of his clothes, with sad eyes, "Guo'er misses his family."

Seeing that she was about to say something more, there was another knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Jiao Yang tilted her head, the corners of her mouth slightly curved.

Guo'er froze in place instantly.

She jumped off the stool, jumped to the door, and opened it.

A man in a crescent-colored robe appeared in front of her, with his head tilted, his beautiful but pale face, his gaze was gentle and peaceful.

Jiao Yang's eyes widened, and she pushed him back, as if she was about to close the door again, but he caught the moment and slipped in somehow.

Jiao Yang's eyes widened, round and cute.

Guo'er's face behind her was as pale as a piece of paper. The man was still smiling, his eyes kept on Jiaoyang's face.

She turned her head and glanced at Guo'er, Guo'er quickly backed away, wishing for nothing. It's just that when passing by him, it's inevitable that there will be chills on the back.

"Brother-in-law is going to marry my sister tomorrow, so what are you doing here today?" Jiao Yang saw him sitting down familiarly, and angrily sat down beside him.

"Do you really not regret it? I'm going to marry your sister."

He lowered his gaze, then raised his head suddenly, his eyes fell on Jiao Yang's face, and he stopped suddenly, his eyes revealed complex emotions that people could not understand.

"What does this have to do with me?" Jiao Yang lowered her head and pouted, "You can marry if you marry, a sister is a sister, and a brother-in-law can only be a brother-in-law, there will be nothing else."