Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

She is obviously arrogant and conceited, but she is praised to the heavens by the girls, saying that Sheng Jiaoyang is an arrogant and noble goddess, and they often compare her with herself.

If things go on like this, how can she be mentally balanced?

Ke Wanning's face twisted for a moment.

Maybe. Girls tend not to be jealous of girls who are too different from themselves. Because they dare not think about everything Sheng Jiaoyang has, so they will not be jealous.

But Ke Wanning is different. Their life experiences were almost the same, and some were even far better than hers. However, the eyes of those boys only stayed on Ke Wanning. Of course, over time, they would become jealous.

Those girls will feel that boys should like Sheng Jiaoyang, a lofty and proud woman, so that they can be convinced, because that is a height that they cannot reach.

If those boys all like Ke Wanning, then they will think: Why can't they like Ke Wanning if they like Ke Wanning?

It's a pity that Sheng Jiaoyang understands this truth, but Ke Wanning does not.

So she couldn't find the fulcrum, the balance between boys and girls.

Jiaoyang smiled and did not react in any way: "Senior sister Wan Ning, stop joking, who is your sister?"

"It will happen soon." Ke Wanning is bound to win.

"Do you really think your father will marry your servant mother to be the mistress of the Sheng family? My child, are you too naive? You don't seem to understand what kind of person my father is. I advise you not to Wishful thinking."

Jiaoyang leaned close to her ear and also lowered her voice.

"You really don't know how to get married? Then why are you so nervous?" Ke Wanning smiled and continued to whisper, "Sister, you look so angry and frustrated, so cute."

"I just don't want your mother and daughter's lowly blood to stain the Sheng family. Even if you two handle a share of the Sheng family's property, I feel extremely uncomfortable." Jiaoyang looked at Ke Wanning up and down, and then thought of that evening The corner of the woman's mouth curled up when she saw it, "Dad's taste in seeing people is really getting worse and worse."

Her mother, although a madman, was still an artist. But what about Li Xue? What is this, campus white moonlight?

"No matter what, it is a great honor in my life that I, who used to stand at the bottom and was unwilling to look at you, can meet my sister today."

Ke Wanning's face full of pride was always magnified in Jiaoyang's mind.

"boom!"

Recalling the scene that happened in the morning, Jiaoyang broke the cup in her hand in anger.

Fu Qiran stayed beside her, hanging on the basketball stand. His expression that was originally thinking calmed down and he turned his head to look at her.

"What's wrong?"

Jiaoyang twitched the corners of her mouth, her eyes darkened: "It's okay."

She turned around and saw the young man looking at her with a frown on her side. The corners of her mouth suddenly raised meaningfully: "By the way, it's you. I heard that you met No. 2? How do you feel?"

"Do not worry."

His expression relaxed, he walked towards her with a playful smile, and put his hand on her shoulder: "My husband's sincerity to you will never change."

"Get out." Jiaoyang twitched the corners of her mouth and threw his hand away.

Still a husband. This was so corny that she almost got goosebumps all over her body. Shouldn't Fu Qiran be a master of love? Why did she always do these things that made her laugh and cry?

"Since you said you are sincere to me, then in order to prove your sincerity, please help me handle something."

As if she suddenly thought of something, Jiaoyang curled up her lips and looked up at him, her eyes dark and unpredictable, "How about it, are you willing?"

"What's the matter?" He raised his eyebrows.

"To be precise, you are helping me deal with a person."

"who?"

"Ke Wanning." She raised the corners of her mouth and said the name word by word, her eyes dark and without a trace of smile.

Fu Qiran narrowed his eyes.

"Ke Wanning, Bo Yunli asked you not to leave after school. Go to the grove. He has something to say to you alone."

A boy trotted over.

"Thank you." Ke Wanning accepted the card. When she saw the content on the card, she could hardly contain her ecstasy.

Yunli now wants to see her? Could it be that Yunli knew about the matter between his mother and Uncle Sheng so quickly? But...it's obvious that she hasn't told him about this yet.

There was a flicker of doubt in her eyes, but she didn't care at all. Ke Wanning was so full of joy at the moment that she didn't listen to the whole afternoon's class. When the appointed time came, she ran to the toilet to fix her hair, and almost couldn't wait to rush to the appointed place.

But he had just arrived there, and he hadn't yet established his feet. The last step he took was a sack on his head, and he was quickly knocked unconscious.

When she opened her eyes again, she was surrounded by darkness. Before she could realize what had happened, a strong light suddenly shone in front of her eyes.

The flashlight shone directly on her face.

When Ke Wanning's pupils got used to it, she saw people surrounding her from all directions, all young gangsters, all looking at her with malicious expressions.

Not far away, there is a soft leather sofa. A young man sat there with his legs folded and a cigarette lit in his hand. The white smoke covered his delicate brows.

"Who are you?" Ke Wanning was completely panicked. Only then did she realize her situation.

The surrounding environment was dark, damp and cold, and there was even the sound of water dripping from time to time. Drop after drop fell, making her hair stand on end and her whole body trembling.

She was tied to a chair with her arms tightly tied behind her back.

"You. What are you going to do?"

Ke Wanning was extremely frightened, her pupils were tightly shrunk and her whole body was trembling. She looked at Fu Qiran, who was sitting on the sofa over there, wearing a black shirt with the collar open, and she suddenly understood.

"It's Sheng Jiaoyang. It's Sheng Jiaoyang, right? She encouraged you to bring me to this place, where is she?! It was obviously her idea, but now she doesn't dare to show her face?

Sheng Jiaoyang, come out! Don't pretend to be a fool for me! "

Ke Wanning looked around, her eyes even bloodshot.

Why. Why can she always have people helping her? What is that woman better than herself? She is obviously as selfish and vicious as herself. Why is she being reviled by others, but why is she still so praised?

"No hurries."

A familiar voice came from above her head. Due to the surrounding environment, her voice sounded a little hollow.

Ke Wanning was stunned, looked up, and then noticed that there was a second floor here.

Since it was leaking from the inside, the little girl held an umbrella in her hand to prevent any raindrops from falling on her.

She wore knee-length white boots, curled her lips, and walked down the stairs step by step.