Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

"Sheng Jiaoyang, the car accident your mother had not long ago, wasn't it an accident?"

Fu Qiran looked at her, but saw that the expression on Jiaoyang's face remained unchanged, as if he really didn't understand what he was saying.

Things that had been firmly established in my heart were a little loose at this moment.

Fu Qiran frowned secretly: Did he guess wrong? But come here.

He continued: "Who on earth has such a great ability to escape so many surveillance cameras, tampered with the food your mother ate that day, causing her to lose concentration while driving, resulting in a series of rear-end collisions and death on the spot You said, how much hatred and hatred do you have?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about at all, classmate Fu." Jiao Yang wrinkled her face tightly, every time she got angry, she liked to call people in such a rigid manner.

"My mother is dead, I suffer more than anyone else, I don't need you to expose my scars in front of me all the time, reminding me that my mother is dead."

Fu Qiran pulled his hand out of his pocket and shrugged indifferently: "I'm sorry."

Sheng Jiaoyang stopped looking at him, not getting entangled with this guy any more. She lowered her head, glanced at her watch, bit her lip, and trotted up the stairs.

"Sheng Jiaoyang."

Fu Qiran called her from behind, with both hands on his trouser belt, he was leaning against the wall boredly, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

The two of them were separated by a flight of stairs, one from top to bottom, the other from bottom to top, looking at each other.

"Do you know why you are so good-looking, but in the whole school, apart from the girls who like to praise you, the boys seldom chase you?"

"Boring." Jiao Yang wanted to roll his eyes a little bit, for a long time he would only talk about these boring topics to himself.

She turned around and continued to walk up the steps in a hurry, as if she was in a hurry to do something.

"Because although you are good-looking, your personality is very boring and you don't understand style. Boys can't talk to you at all!"

Fu Qiran stretched out his hands to his mouth, purposely yelled loudly at her back, and laughed extremely nastyly.

Jiao Yang continued on her way, probably because she was afraid of being seen by the people around her, so she was in a hurry to escape. In short, she didn't give any interesting reaction he wanted to his words.

"Tch, boring woman."

Fu Qiran curled his lips and complained. His memory went back to the scene he saw at the gate of the mental hospital that day.

That little girl was very beautiful, but she looked fierce, because that person accidentally stepped on her foot, and even apologized to her, but in the end she still beat him up.

Well, hit it.

It was a terrible fight.

Fu Qiran lit the cigarette in his hand with a lighter, changed the place, and smoked slowly. The way he squinted his eyes seemed to be remembering.

At that time, he really didn't recognize it at the first time. After a closer look, it turned out that this wasn't Sheng Jiaoyang?

That day, knowing that she was Sheng Jiaoyang, that person could only suffer in secret, and then several people got together and cursed her: "A woman with such a bad temper, be careful that she won't be able to marry for the rest of her life."

And he also said something for her for the first time.

He said, "Say what?"

Then the yelling group of people stopped yelling.

At that time, Fu Qiran really felt that this temper was quite interesting.

Not bad, very interesting.

As a result, he looked up and saw the psychiatric hospital behind her, and his mood was complicated.

I've seen people looking for women on the Internet, swimming pools, Internet cafes, and all kinds of weird places looking for women. He is really the only one at the entrance of the mental hospital.

Could it be that there is something wrong with his brain, or is it that Fu Qiran really likes this?

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