Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

"It really has nothing to do with me, but it does have something to do with my Jiaoyang. Her business is my business."

Fu Qiran smiled meaningfully, with a ruffian look on his brows, looking particularly charming and beautiful, and put his hands behind his back: "Since Xiao Jiaoyang insists on going with you, I can't stop you, so of course I have to find ways to find out the information first. clear."

Fu Weiwei clenched his fists. What was the relationship between his uncle and that woman that made him protect her so much?

"If I'm not wrong, your current name isn't right?" Fu Qiran narrowed his eyes.

If that's what he guessed.

Then he could probably think of why Jiang Mingluo had been staying in the United States for the past five years and refused to come back. He didn't know if he really thought that he had lost all love and was willing to die and contribute to world peace in this life.

There was sarcasm on Fu Qiran's lips.

No wonder. During this period, Jiang Sicheng was always inquiring about his brother's news, calling every now and then. The company ignored him and left it all to the people below. He didn't know that he thought their brothers were more in love than Jin Jian.

It turns out that I just smelled it.

Only he and Bo Yunli were kept in the dark.

Fu Qiran clenched his fingers and raised his eyes again, staring closely at the little girl intertwined with the man next to her in the snowy sky.

He can't be in a hurry.

It will scare her and make her run away.

"Sheng Jiaoyang." Fu Qiran called out her name in a daze.

Jiaoyang turned her head, and the two men beside her also turned back and looked at him together.

The tall and slender frames of the foreign men made the delicate girl among them look even more slender and petite.

Her eyes looked over, and her big eyes were as smart and bright as he remembered.

Fu Qiran laughed. If the situation didn't allow it, her return to him would arouse doubts about her identity, and he would never let her go just like that.

After all, those two people were murderers sentenced to death in prison. No matter how anxious Jiaoyang was, from the beginning to the end, she only planned her mother's death.

"Do you have anything else?" Sriyaan's eyes showed impatience.

"I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to her," Fu Qiran looked at her, the corners of his lips raised tenderly, "I miss you, Sheng Jiaoyang."

"Oh," Jiaoyang blinked, tilted her head, and raised her lips with a half-smile, "Then what?"

"We haven't seen each other for so many years, why don't you say something?" Fu Qiran's eyes were slightly red, then he took a deep breath, looked at her, and said fiercely, "Say you miss me, tell me!"

It seemed that only in this way could he regain his confidence and the person he once was in front of her.

Jiaoyang lowered her head and smiled, looking at the footprints she left in the snow.

Why is this man still so childish after so many years?

"Stop daydreaming," Forrestlin raised her head proudly, "I tell you, our little sweetheart belongs to us, and she won't just do it so casually."

"I miss you." Jiaoyang's voice fell gently, gentle and soft, like a warm wind blowing in winter.

She tilted her head and smiled brightly, and no one could tell whether she was sincere or fake.

"Did you hear that? Sweetie, what are you talking about?" Fu Leistlin's proud expression froze for a moment, and he looked back at her with a betrayed expression on his face. He saw the two of them covering their chests after looking at each other, feeling heartbroken.

Jiaoyang looked at Fu Qiran with a smile, a smile on her face. When the man heard those words, his breath was choked, his pupils dilated in disbelief, and then radiated tenderness.

He really didn't expect that she would actually say it.

she smiles at him

She also said she missed him

Sweet emotions arose in Fu Qiran's heart, and a huge feeling of happiness washed over him, almost making him faint in confusion.

He looked at her back.

Since then, the last trace of resentment and grievance in my heart has disappeared.

In contrast, Xilin lowered his head, and after hearing what she said in his sleep, infinite sadness emerged in his heart.

The blood on my hands is still bleeding, the old wounds have not healed, and new ones have been added.

He laughed to himself.

This life is destined to be missed.

"Xilin," Fu Weiwei came over and held him, holding back his tears, "it will pass, all this will pass."

Xilin began to feel confused. She was clearly right in front of him, but he couldn't even see her clearly.

Will it really pass?

But he felt that he would probably never forget her in his lifetime.

That touch of red in the heavy snow

On the other side, Sriya'an grabbed Jiaoyang's good wrist and led her away with a gloomy expression.

"Sriyan. Sriyan!" Jiaoyang puffed up her face, he even hurt her.

After he stopped walking, she accidentally bumped into his back, which hurt her almost to death.

Depend on!

Jiaoyang covered her nose and cursed secretly with one eye open. She hit him with such force on purpose, but this man didn't fall down yet. A pervert is a pervert, he is really inhuman.