Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

"Sister?" Fu Qiran smiled half-heartedly. Why didn't he even know that Jiaoyang had an older brother who lived abroad? Just as he was about to say something, Jiao Yang actually let go of his hand and walked towards the man.

"Sheng Jiaoyang."

Fu Chiran called her, his eyes darkened as if they were rolling in waves: "Are you really going to leave again?"

Siriyan grabbed Jiaoyang's hand, the expression on his face softened a little, and he glanced at Fu Leistlin beside him, who was smiling with a malicious look on his face.

They told him not to follow him, but he still insisted on following to increase his presence. He also said that having one more person to pick up the sweetheart would make him look more majestic. Sriyan had no doubt that if Qiao Yin hadn't been recovering from his injuries in the house at the moment, he would have paid the price. Leistlin must pull him up too.

On this trip, he was redundant.

"Well," Jiaoyang replied with a bright smile, "I met Mr. Fu today. I saw that you were in such good spirits and that you didn't look like you were going to die early, so of course I left with peace of mind."

"Are you afraid that I will die early?"

"Yes," Jiaoyang responded carelessly, without much sincerity. She raised the corners of her lips, "After all, if you die, who will protect me from behind?"

Fu Qiran said that the truthful and false words he said to her were very helpful, and the lingering haze above his head dispersed.

She always had a way of easily getting him to compromise.

So what if she is following those two men now? The faster the relationship develops, the sooner they will break up.

"where you go?"

"Go back to Asia."

This answer made Fu Qiran freeze on the spot, after all, her identity.

She looked at the two foreign men behind her carefully and asked with caution, "Are they going with you?"

"Well," Jiaoyang nodded, "There is still unfinished business."

"I was just thinking about how this gentleman looks more familiar the more I look at him." Xilin stepped forward and squinted his eyes. "It turns out to be Mr. Snellpu."

Hasn't he been missing for a long time? And isn't that blue-eyed American man named Ai Lin Sheng Jiaoyang's new boyfriend? Why do they look like they've known each other for a long time?

When Xilin's eyes fell on Fu Lestlin, he smiled and waved to Xilin and Fu Weiwei with a bright smile: "Hi, we meet again."

The weird feeling in Xilin's heart became more and more serious, as if a big conspiracy was brewing somewhere. Looking at Jiaoyang standing between the two of them, he always felt like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth.

He bit his white lips.

Even though he thought countless times not to care about anything about this woman, whether she was dead or alive had nothing to do with him, but he still

Siriyan looked at him, and Xilin twitched the corners of his mouth with an inexplicable smile: "Mr. Snelpo, where is Miss Yaliva, the one you fell in love with? Where did you do her?"

Fu Qiran raised his eyebrows and looked at the blond, blue-eyed, gentlemanly man with Xilin.

His eyebrows deepened and he looked carefully.

Why do I always feel that this man looks vaguely familiar. And that familiar direction is still a bad aspect.

"Oh, long time no see, Master Xilin," Sriyaan smiled and gave a gentlemanly salute, "Don't you know that as a gentleman, you should care about your ex in front of your current and ex? Is it a very rude behavior?"

Tips will be added x 3, thanks to the little cuties for their tips~

(Go to bed early, don’t wait)