Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Jiaoyang returned home, sat on the balcony, looked at her phone, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

She thought for a while, moved her green-white fingers slightly, and typed a line: "Dr. Jiang, I suddenly had an idea. If the way to make No. 1 disappear is to make her feel pain, which will cause a stress reaction and lead to the differentiation of her personality. The phenomenon is aggravating. So, correspondingly, the way to make No. 3, who has a negative personality, disappear is..."

The other party was silent for a while, and then replied after a while: What's wrong? Didn't you plan to deal with the protagonist first?

Jiaoyang smiled, leaned back casually, and turned around on the swivel chair before sending it again: But, I don't know why, now I seem to want No. 3 to disappear first.

The interval is longer this time: is it because of Fu Qiran?

This time in the hospital, someone told him about the dispute between her and Fu Qiran, but he didn't know what the dispute was about.

But he could roughly guess it.

Jiaoyang did not reply.

She turned the phone around on her fingers and put it in her pocket.

Wearing loose pajamas and cotton slippers, Jiaoyang went downstairs to get a bottle of cocktail, looked up at the starry sky outside the window, and curled her eyes happily.

She wasn't the only one here at night.

Not far away, a black car parked there.

Jiang Sicheng was sitting in the driver's seat, taking off the white coat he had been wearing, and only wearing a white shirt on his upper body.

He looked at the cell phone that had not received any response for a long time, then looked up at the roof that was within sight, and fell into silence.

The sound of knocking on the window brought him back to his senses.

Jiang Sicheng was stunned for a moment, and his eyes touched the enlarged, careless face outside the window. It was Fu Qiran.

He frowned slightly and took back the phone in his hand.

"you"

"Is it convenient to chat again?" Fu Chiran took a puff of the cigarette in his hand, always with a playful smile, and now his eyes were deep.

"Seriously, let's talk."

Jiang Sicheng lowered his eyelids, was silent for a while, and then opened the car door.

Fu Chiran raised the corners of his lips, put out the cigarette in his hand, and sat in.

"Do you like her?" Surprisingly, it was Jiang Sicheng who asked the question first.

He frowned, feeling uncomfortable all over, and suppressed the smell of cigarette smoke on his body.

Of course Fu Qiran noticed it, and smiled whether it was ridiculing or retaliating: "Who?"

"You know what I mean." His eyebrows knitted tighter, and the corners of his mouth also raised in a mocking tone.

Otherwise, why was he reacting so strongly today? He didn't believe it was just to seek justice for No. 3.

However, Jiang Sicheng just wanted to test it, and did not want to point it out, let alone make him wake up after what he said, which would only cause more trouble. So in this conversation, he had to be careful.

"I'm sorry, I really don't know what you mean," Fu Qiran sneered, "I'm just here for No. 3. I stay away from women like No. 2. Don't think that you like such a woman. It’s incredible, I thought all the men in the world would be jealous of her.”

Jiang Sicheng was silent.

He continued to sneer sarcastically: "It's you. When you talked to me last time, where was the cold and fair Dr. Jiang? You kept saying that the secondary personality should not exist, but now you are helping No. 2 secretly. Your memory and Did your medical ethics fly to an alien planet together?"

Fu Qiran couldn't help but care about this. Although he knew that No. 2 would not give up so easily, most of what he said to Bo Yunli last time were angry words. He knew that No. 2 was not simple, but he really didn't expect that she would have no limits to this extent and had already taken advantage of her. After his elder brother kicked him, now he went to provoke his younger brother.

He really didn't expect that she would reach into the hospital so directly. This is really detrimental to No. 3.

And what she said to him in the hospital today gave him a vague premonition.

It was because of his stupidity that he was fooled by her again and again. No. 2's actions were always frighteningly direct and unexpected. He should have thought of it. Last time, she was able to seduce Jiang Mingluo to get her out of the police station. Now, of course, she could also provoke Jiang Sicheng to reverse the situation.

She was always unscrupulous, and there was nothing she couldn't do that he couldn't think of.

Fu Qiran tightened his fingers, and his heart seemed to be clenched, almost suffocating.

"That was before."

Compared to Fu Qiran's emotional excitement, Jiang Sicheng said calmly: "I didn't understand her before. Now I find that number one is too weak, number three is too tough, or number two is the person who should live in the world the most. .”

He changed his legs and crossed each other: "I am a doctor. In addition to doing my necessary duties, I should also fulfill some of my other obligations. For example, I will screen out some of the weak and garbage in this society."

Fu Qiran laughed angrily.

With a "bang" and with overwhelming anger, his fist hit his face, and Fu Qiran grabbed Jiang Sicheng's shirt collar.

His facial features were distorted by anger, he sneered, and his eyes were scarlet: "Who are you calling trash?"

"I have records of what you and No. 3 did. Do you want to see it?" Jiang Sicheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and threatened lightly.

Fu Qiran squinted his eyes, but suddenly calmed down, loosened his collar, and leaned back casually.

"It seems that you are determined to help her now."

He twitched his lips: "I really don't know how you can be so shameless and express your selfishness in such a high-sounding way. You even dare to ask for your brother's ex-girlfriend. From this point of view, you two are really meant for each other."

"Thanks."

Jiang Sicheng nodded, his eyes mean and cold: "Then thank you Master Fu for your wishes."

"Okay," Fu Qiran took a breath, then opened the car door and went out, "Since you have made your choice, let's go our separate ways, that's fine."

There was an inexplicable feeling of relief in his heart.

Fu Qiran resisted the urge to beat him to death: "Then please tell the woman No. 2 that after dealing with No. 1, our official confrontation will begin."

Now they each have a handle on the other.

Jiang Sicheng looked at his back and thought of what Jiaoyang said just now about changing his mind and dealing with No. 3 first.

His eyes gradually darkened.

The next day, school.

On the playground, there was a bustling crowd, and the maple leaves were falling one by one. Jiaoyang was wearing a school uniform and knee-length black boots.

During her morning jog, she stopped in front of Fu Qiran with a smile and said in a good mood: "Should we make a deal?"

Two chapters in one.