Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

"Just leave when you feel bad. You can come back anytime if you want. Who do you think you are, Sheng Jiaoyang?"

Xilin threw Fu Weiwei away and raised his lips sarcastically: "Have you ever thought that you would be dependent on men forever for the rest of your life, with one man after another around you, like a walking zombie? "

Jiaoyang's life experience is a mystery. Even though what happened at the engagement party that day caused a stir in the city, no one found out about this woman's family background. Xilin once thought about whether she had been hurt in the past, which was why she became like this.

He tried to convince himself to forgive her, but then he thought about it, so what if she was really hurt? Just because she has been hurt doesn't mean she can be a reason to hurt others.

"It doesn't matter what the walking dead is, as long as I'm happy."

Jiaoyang twitched her lips, indicating that she was offended. She didn't like what he said about "living dependent on men."

The corners of her lips turned up in a vicious way: "I have never been attached to any man. It is obvious that those men can't live without me. Look, I have had so many boyfriends now. Have I been affected in any way? I still wear a princess dress, carry a brand-name bag, and own countless gems. But you, Xilin, are you tired now pretending to have no influence at all? "

"you"

Xilin opened his eyes wide and couldn't believe that she would say such arrogant and nasty words.

He stretched out his hand, grabbed her neck, and held her tightly against the wall. His eyes were bloodshot, and his fingers continued to tighten.

"Xilin!" Fu Weiwei opened his eyes in horror, ran up to him and slapped his arm that was holding Jiaoyang, but was thrown away and fell to the ground.

Fu Weiwei ignored the pain: "Are you crazy?!"

Jiaoyang looked down at him grabbing her neck, and her expression finally changed. She raised her eyes, and the raised corners of her lips retracted a little.

"You said there would be no impact at all if you left me, right?" Xilin's blood surged angrily, and the corners of his lips elongated strangely. This woman, she deserves to die.

"Then I will let you die in my hands to see if you have any influence or not."

"It's useless, useless Master Xilin." Jiaoyang was silent for a while, and her smile became brighter.

She stretched out her fingers, held the man's chin, and gently rubbed it in an ambiguous and provocative way.

Xilin's hand on her neck trembled visibly and became slightly loose.

"like this."

She bent her eyes and smiled like an innocent and naughty child, "If at this moment I kiss you on the mouth like this, then hold you in my arms and say..."

Jiaoyang hugged his waist, and Xilin trembled all over. She leaned into his ear with an ambiguous expression and whispered softly: "I love you, my dear, let's get back together."

His heart was shocked, and his pupils suddenly trembled as he looked at her, and his eyes were a little moist.

Xilin let go of his hand on her neck, threw her away, and then strode away with his back to her, his chest still heaving as he breathed in the cold air.

His expression was colder than ever: "Get out."

Xilin pulled Fu Weiwei, who had been unable to regain his senses for a long time, and walked together to the other side of the street, passing through the deserted streets. He would never be in a state of turmoil again at this moment.

Perhaps only by being hurt, deeply hurt, can one truly transform from a young master into an upright man.

The lavender eyes were dead.

From now on, he has nothing to do with this woman, whether she is alive or dead. He will never care about anything about her again, and will not be like a fool who runs away like crazy at the slightest sign of trouble. Go to her.

Jiaoyang looked at him silently, then lowered her head and looked at the ring in her hand.

Fu Weiwei's arm was pulled by Xilin, and when he followed his footsteps on the road, he was still in a daze and couldn't recover.

She couldn't help but look back at her to see what the woman who had always called herself the winner would look like if she lost.

When he saw Jiaoyang lowering her head and holding the diamond ring in her hand, Fu Weiwei couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.

What does she want to do?

As a result, the next second, Fu Weiwei couldn't hide his eyes and was shocked to find that the woman actually raised the diamond ring in her hand and suddenly smashed it on his finger!

Her eyes widened and she shouted in horror: "No!"

At the same time, or in front of her shouting voice, Xilin had already rushed towards the woman quickly.

He almost ignored the flying cars and couldn't care about the constant abuse coming from around him. He grabbed Jiaoyang's wrist tightly, grabbed her hand holding the diamond ring, and wrapped it tightly in his hand.

The sharp edges of the diamond pricked his flesh, and blood continued to flow down.

Fu Weiwei covered his mouth, widened his eyes, cried, and screamed in fear.

Xilin squeezed Jiaoyang's shoulders. He was so scared that he almost lost his soul. Xilin's voice was so trembling that he could hardly hear it. His eyes were red and he was choking: "Are you really crazy?"

Stop pushing me. Stop pushing me, okay?

Between us, it was never me who was sorry for you, but you who was sorry for me.

So, don’t take revenge on me, okay?

It's not that I don't want to love you, it's you who forced me away, it's you

Xilin's throat was so choked that he could not speak. He shed tears silently and breathed tremblingly.

Jiaoyang pried open the fingers that were holding her hand one by one, with a stubborn look on her face, and without saying a word, she once again swiped toward the little finger.

"Sheng Jiaoyang!" Xilin grabbed her wrist tightly to prevent her from continuing.

They were entangled like this. The sharp edge of the diamond ring not only pricked his fingers and palms, but also hers. Her hands were dripping with blood. Their blood and water mixed together, and it was no longer clear whether it was his or hers.

Drop by drop of bright red blood fell from the palm of the hand and dripped on the snow, as if a coquettish and dazzling flower bloomed in winter.

"What are you going to do?" He was in an unprecedented state of embarrassment, and all his sense had already collapsed. He shouted hoarsely, "Please let me go, let me go. Sheng Jiaoyang can do anything, as long as you behave well." .”

Fu Weiwei had already been frightened out of her mind. At this time, a phone call came from her pocket. When she saw the name on it, she seemed to be grasping at the last straw to answer the call. She was crying and almost delirious: "Come on, little one." Uncle, come quickly. Help.”

On the other side, Sirian walked down the corridor, but surprisingly found that there was no one downstairs except Forrestlin who was occupying the sofa.

He frowned and walked down the last two steps: "Where is Sheng Jiaoyang?"

Two chapters in one.