Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

However, Fu Chiran just smiled maliciously, raised his leg, stepped on her face without hesitation, and crushed her hard.

"Little girl, don't be naive. There are no laws and morals in this world. Do you know why teachers in school, as well as your parents and relatives, have been teaching you laws, morals, and good character since you were a child? ?”

"This is just because I have taught you tolerance, taught you how to abide by the rules and obey, so that the people above who formulate these laws and morals can rule and control them more conveniently."

This is the world.

A world filled with falsehoods and lies.

Fu Qiran looked out the window.

yes

Living in such a world, how can we ask them to be kind?

He waved.

A man nearby raised the stone in his hand and threw it down hard.

Jiaoyang brought Sirian to the old Forester.

The old man was a little surprised when he saw her, thinking that his eyes were dim, but when he looked carefully, a smile began to appear on her face.

He was wearing a formal suit, and his blue eyes, which resembled those of Festerline, shone with wisdom and peace: "I never thought we could meet again, this beautiful oriental girl. The last time I heard about your death, I I'm still feeling sorry. It's great to see you again now."

"I went to see your son."

Jiaoyang smiled and got straight to the point: "But it's not like what you said. You said last time that my personality is very similar to his, and seeing me is like seeing your child, but I feel that I am not the same as him. It doesn’t look like it either.”

"Oh?" Lao Fu Lester was stunned.

"Because I would never be able to do something like this, sacrificing my life for others."

Jiaoyang raised the corners of her lips, as if she was remembering something, and Sriyaan held her hand.

"He has always wanted to see you again, but that side has never been seen again. I think there must have been some grudge between you and your son, but the fact that he wants to see you is enough to show that, in fact, he does not I blame you, I just don’t agree with your way.”

Jiaoyang looked at him with calm eyes: "He can't see you anymore, so if there are some things that I can't convey in time, I will convey them on your behalf. I came to see you today just to convey these two things to you, nothing more. .”

Old Forester was stunned, lowered his head, his blue eyes began to look complicated as he thought of his son.

Then he smiled and said: "We have already entered Mosca. There is no difference between being alive and dead."

"Whatever you think, I just need to do what I think it's my job to do."

Jiaoyang stood up and said, "Now you can just pretend that you have never met Sriya'an and I. If you reveal a word, I will definitely kill you."

Old Fulest looked at her back. He was actually able to subdue a pervert like Sriya'an. His eyes became more and more full of smiles: "You said you are not like my son? I think, goodbye. When I see you, you become more and more alike in my heart."

Jiaoyang paused and gave him a cold look.

The old man laughed inexplicably.

This little girl is really interesting. Every time he observes her psychology and feels that she is extremely bad, she will make one or two moves that break all his previous assumptions.

I can't see through it, let alone say it.