Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

After waiting for a long time, there was no response.

She called out cautiously: "Mr. Sriyan?"

The air was silent for a while, and then in the darkness, a pair of green eyes appeared, glowing with a cold light, which was cold and strange.

However, those eyes quickly curved up into a pair of crescents, and the man seemed to emerge from a mist.

He has pure white skin, a handsome and gentle face, and a mysterious and elegant smile on his lips. Although he is wearing prison uniform, he looks like an elegant and down-and-out noble.

The man spoke fluent American English and crossed his fingers on his chin: "Wow, my cute little sweetheart. Thank you for specially delivering food to me. God will have mercy on your kindness."

Jiang Xinyue's cheeks turned redder and brighter after hearing this. It was true that this man not only spoke well, but also looked so pleasing to the eye.

Everyone said this man was dangerous. But so what? No matter how dangerous he is, he is still a human being. There are copper walls, iron walls and tempered glass everywhere, and even bullets cannot penetrate them. How could he hurt anyone if he is locked in there?

It is really alarmist to spread the word that people are as mysterious as monsters.

What's more, this man was so good-looking, but rumors said that he was a heartless, hair-drinking, blood-drinking perverted murderer. But when she saw the man in front of her, he clearly had a gentle face and a gentleman's behavior.

Facts have proved that the rumors were false. And he smiled to himself.

Humanity is not the savior, and has no right to take away anyone's life. Every criminal should be given a chance to reform, but why can't Mr. Sriyan, such a good man, do the same?

Jiang Xinyue believed that the reason why Mr. Sriyaan killed people before was because he had some unspeakable secrets.

"I made this specially for you. It's Western food. It contains steak and pasta. Eat it quickly."

The woman glanced around, then put a hand in front of her mouth and said quietly to him: "I came here secretly without telling my brother. The prison guards saw that I was the third daughter of the Jiang family, so they couldn't stop me. I."

She looked at him with a look of elation on her face, like a believer eager to gain praise from God.

The woman was too impatient, so she didn't see the cold light in the man's eyes when he lowered his head and held the plastic knife and fork in his hand.

Srija settled down for a moment, and when he raised his head, the smile on his lips became more elegant and charming. This was the unique mysterious charm of this man.

"Sweetheart, you mean Jiang Mingluo?"

He seemed to be carelessly picking the spaghetti in his hand with a knife and fork: "Are you his sister?"

"Yeah." She nodded defensively.

Sriyaan seemed to just ask casually, and then the smile on his face became even bigger. He quietly hid the knife and fork in his sleeves, grinning at the corners of his lips with a distressed look: "Sweetheart, look, Why are there no utensils in the steak you sent?"

Jiang Xinyue was stunned: "It's impossible."

"Here, take a look." The man handed the plate with steak towards her and winked harmlessly.

The environment in the prison was too dark.

The woman poked her head towards the glass: "I can't see clearly?"

"Come closer."

“Still can’t see clearly”

"Come here again." The man said quietly with a smile on his lips, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

In the dark corridor, rows of lights lit up instantly. The leader, Jiang Minluo, led a group of prison guards in a hurry.

His eyes were sharp: "When did the third lady come? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"The third lady came so quickly that we were unprepared. Moreover, she was holding food for the prisoners, so our people didn't pay attention at the time."

"How much food does she have on hand?"

"Only an eight-inch lunch box."

"One?" Jiang Minluo frowned, "Which direction did it go to?"

The prison guard also noticed something was wrong and his voice became urgent: "North."

"broken."

When Jiang Mingluo led a group of prison guards with a pistol in his hand to open the last cell door, the bloody scene in front of him was enough to shock everyone.

The tempered glass that was originally enough to separate all dangerous objects now cut the woman's body in half like magic.

Half is inside the glass and half is outside.

She fell in front of Sriyaan in a prone position, her head facing up, a shocking red color.

The man, holding a delicate little spoon and fork in his hand, sat on the chair modestly and elegantly, chewing the "food" carefully like a high-end gourmet.

Everyone took a breath. Even though they had prepared themselves countless times, seeing this scene with their own eyes still made their souls tremble, and they were extremely frightened.

Even Jiang Minluo opened his eyes slightly.

When the man saw this group of people rushing in, he picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth very calmly.

He stood up, with a familiar and charming smile still hanging on his lips, extremely gentlemanly: "Warden Jiang, thank your sister for personally sending me such a sweet snack during my boring days. It's a pity."

Sriyaan smacked his lips, a pair of green eyes embedded in his fair skin emitted a strange cold light, and he showed a somewhat regretful look: "The taste seems a bit...unsatisfactory."

The man dropped his fork and it hit the plate with a sharp, sharp sound.

Jiaoyang was imprisoned alone in the room, with her head pressed against the door, listening to what was going on outside.

What are these people busy with at this late hour?

Thinking of something, she suddenly raised her head with an idea: "Could it be that this is what Shi Lingwen told me today, why Jiang Minluo will be too busy to harass me? The efficiency is quite fast."

Jiaoyang nodded with satisfaction. She lay back on the big bed and planned to sleep happily.

However, not long after the time passed, she vaguely heard a rustling sound coming from outside the door, and the door was opened.

Then, she felt a familiar breath pressing down on her. The man lifted the quilt and kissed her from top to bottom while covering her body.

The corner of Jiaoyang's mouth twitched for a while, she closed her eyes and pretended to be dead, motionless, neither rejecting nor catering, and she had no intention of getting up anyway.

As promised, would Jiang Minluo be so busy soon that he would have no chance to pester her again? What does the current situation mean? The plan failed, or did this man not forget to take time out of his busy schedule to bother her?

The man's slightly cold kiss fell on her lips, lingering and lingering: "My sister passed away today."

"..." Jiaoyang thought for a while, and then thought about it, it seemed a bit unkind to ignore someone in this situation.

"Well, my condolences."

Two chapters in one.