Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

"So" Fu Leistlin came over and put his shoulder on hers with a smile, "Next time you meet Xilin, you'd better take me with you, so that you won't be at a disadvantage."

"oh?"

Jiaoyang smiled brighter than him, and then pulled down Fu Lestlin's hand on her shoulder.

"The fact that you think this way only means that you don't understand me yet. But that's right. Even your father would have misjudged me in the past. No matter how great your attainments and achievements in psychology are, at this age, it is still difficult for you to reach this level. It’s already pretty awesome.”

The potential meaning is that he should go back to study for another two years.

Fu Leistlin's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes became cold.

"Don't try to figure out my thoughts with such a self-righteous look," Jiaoyang leaned her face closer and curled up the corners of her lips, "Xilin and that woman did make me unhappy, yes, but it's not what you thought. .”

She looked down at her intact little finger, her eyelashes drooping, and her memory returned to an hour ago, when Fu Weiwei fainted in front of them.

An angry Xilin swept everything off the table: "You wanted to leave on your own, and now you appear in front of us. What on earth do you want to do?"

"What she said made me unhappy, so I made her unhappy and helped her see the reality clearly. She should also be grateful to me. Is there a problem?"

Jiao Yang lowered his head and gave him a nonchalant look, and raised a smile, "But now the idlers have left. Because I am about to leave this hellish place, I am in such a good mood that I can't help but talk a lot of nonsense to you. Now It’s time for us to get down to business, Master Xilin.”

Is she leaving?

Xilin tightened his fists and his eyes darkened: "What did you say? There is nothing left to say between us."

Jiaoyang raised her eyebrows: "You're right, there's really nothing more to say, but there are some things I owe you that I want to return to you before I leave."

Of course it’s not jewelry, jewelry, or bags.

She knew that as the young master of the Sichaer family, she wouldn't care about this.

But when Jiaoyang was doing this, she didn't want a third person present to see it, and how that would be perceived.

"Return?" Xilin's heart completely turned cold. He was silent for a while, then sneered, and the little finger of his left hand ached slightly.

"No need."

He raised his chin, and the arrogance in his eyes remained the same as before: "There is no true love between us. What can happen between a young and beautiful commoner girl and a wealthy young man who spends a lot of money? Idol drama or fairy tale.

It's just that you took a fancy to my money, and I took a fancy to your young body. We looked at each other and wanted to have fun. You wanted to play with me, and I was also playing with you. We just hit it off. The things I gave you were just a little fun between lovers. Do you really think they came from the heart?

To be honest, I should also thank you for your service during this period. After all, you are really what I like in bed. "A nasty smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"Huh?" Jiaoyang crossed her arms and walked over with a half-smile, pinched his chin with her fingers, and looked at him like this until Xilin completely retracted the forced smile on his face.

She smiled brighter, but her eyes were dark and deep: "Do you know what I can do based on what you just said?"

"What?"

"Once again, I will make you bow under my pomegranate skirt, and then I will completely play with you and then kick you away, so that you will never be able to say such a thing to me in your life."

Xilin's eyes darkened: "Do you think it's possible? Every experience makes you wiser. When I see a woman like you, you're so dirty that I don't know how many men have touched her. I don't even bother to look at you again in my life."

"Because you came to see me today. And since you said that we are bastards who have taken a liking to Mung Bean, why are you so angry now?"

She said with a sweet voice, her eyebrows were arrogant and evil: "Don't deliberately provoke me like this and make me interested in you for the second time. If you don't want to lose your second finger."

"You" Xilin's nails almost dug into the bottom of the wooden table.

"Since you said that I don't owe you anything and you really want to get engaged to this woman, then there seems to be no need for me to stay here."

Jiaoyang walked to the door, but Fu Weiwei on the ground blocked her way, and she raised her leg to kick it.

"Go and live a good life with her, be a good gentleman, dear Master Xilin." Feeling very angry, Jiaoyang replied with a smile.

"Also, I would like to thank Young Master Xilin for your service during this time. I never thought that the noble young master of the Sichaer family would be so good at serving women."

"Sheng Jiaoyang!" Her amethyst-like eyes were filled with anger of shame and annoyance.

She rolled her eyes and turned away. The moment the door was closed, the last surviving cup in the room was not spared.

The memory comes back.

Jiaoyang looked at her fingers with deep meaning.

"Yes," Foresterlin said absently, "who can guess what little sweetheart is thinking."

"By the way, I forgot to tell you, we are leaving the day after tomorrow."

"So soon?" Jiaoyang was startled. It was the second day after Xilin and Fu Weiwei got engaged.

This time, the vicious and mean man in Xilin made her so angry that she forgot all about the business. She couldn't go to someone else's engagement party and make a big fuss. I don't know, they thought she could not forget her old love for Xilin and wanted to linger on it. Qing.

Fu Leistlin nodded: "Otherwise? It's not easy for us to be able to wait for you to stay for such a long time."

"Furthermore, as far as I noticed, just recently, there has been another group of people checking our tracks, and I don't know who they are coming for." He muttered for a while, "Anyway, it's best to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible. "

"Looks like I have to go there again tomorrow," she said, touching the handrail and walking towards the second floor.

"Where are you going?" Fu Leistlin moved his eyebrows and wiped his bloody gloves, "Do you really don't need me to accompany you?"

"Need not."

"Then I ask Sriyan to accompany you?"

"No."

"Really?" The man raised his eyebrows, and the door to the room closed with a click.

Forrestlin was silent for a while, then raised his lips with interest.

“Really looking forward to it”

A story that will happen after I go to Asia.

There is also the option of Sriyan.

His instinct told him that it would be interesting.

In the emergency room of the hospital, Fu Weiwei was pushed in for treatment. The Sichaer family and Fu Qiran all came.

Xilin leaned silently against the corner over there, with his head lowered. Thinking of the dispute with her just now, he didn't know how he felt.