Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

But at this time, no one knew that the lingering white moonlight in Mr. Bo's heart was back.

Jiaoyang seemed to particularly enjoy spending time with Sriyaan during this period.

Maybe it's because he is the only person left behind on this trip to a foreign country, maybe this perverted guy has the aura of the two of his kind, Jiaoyang is recalling Qiao Yin and Fu Leistlin through him, or maybe , she simply discovered Sriya'an's kindness at this time.

So she acted extra clingy.

Every time Fu Qiran came to see her, he heard her sweet voice coming from various places in the house.

"Sriyaan!"

"Sriyaan."

"Sriyan."

Sometimes they cook together, sometimes they play pops together, sometimes they hug each other tightly, clinging to each other on the sofa, and they have just gotten up when they see him.

Fu Qiran did not shy away from these things, but on the contrary, he started to get angry.

"You just can't let go of this foreign man who has nothing. I didn't expect that after you went abroad, your taste became heavy."

He now began to feel that he was too prescient in asking Bo Yunli to come over. They can join forces to kick out this perverted serial murderer who appears out of nowhere, and then compete again.

"It's not a strong statement to like Sriyan."

Jiaoyang blinked her eyes, and her tone was somewhat protective. She pushed Sriyaan in front of Fu Qiran, "Look, how good-looking he is. Foreign mixed-race men are different after all."

The foreigner had just finished making love with her at this time. His long golden hair was scattered, his green eyes were misty, especially the provocative slight hook at the corners of his lips. This all showed that he was a winner. .

Fu Qiran came up with a mouthful of old blood and almost spit it out.

What did she say to him when she was No. 3?

All perverts deserve to die. Anyone who likes perverts has something wrong with their brains.

What the hell is she now? Or is Sriyaan special to her?

Fu Qiran couldn't help but look back and glanced at the proud gringo with a smile on his face.

During this time, he ate his food, slept with his people, and dominated his people.

Oh, the way they look now, it really looks like their wife brought back a pretty boy, and then told her husband that he must take care of the pretty boy just like he raised her.

Why?

Whatever it is, let him get out of here as soon as possible!

This is his fucking house!

How can this guy be so thick-skinned? He is a criminal who licks blood from the knife edge, does he really think he is a pretty boy? What's more, he is now wanted at home and abroad. It is best to stay away from his little Jiaoyang, so as not to implicate her if something happens.

Fu Qiran took a deep breath, trying his best to ignore the triumphant face of Sriyaan next to him. He raised the corners of his lips and looked at Jiaoyang: "Jiaoyang, your old acquaintance is here, and he wants to see you."

In fact, Bo Yunli had been here a long time ago, and he had come several times, but he kept stopping him.

Although he had been informed, Fu Chiran did not intend for them to meet so soon, but given the current situation, Fu Chiran no longer had the need to stop them.

It’s not like he can eat alone anyway.

"Old acquaintance?" Jiaoyang sat on the sofa, wearing fluffy slippers, her calves dangling, eye-catchingly white.

She held her chin up and said with a smile, "Let me guess, Bo Yunli?"