Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

The memory came back, and Song Anning had a wound on her face bandaged.

She thought of what the doctor said, as long as she took a good rest during this period, she would still have a chance to recover in the future. It's just that there is little hope.

How could she not hate it in her heart?

She was tricked into entering the company and became Bo Yunli's stand-in. She has been deceived for three years. What's wrong with her? Is it her fault that she looks like that woman?

Song Anning looked at the man near the floor-to-ceiling window, his expression looked extremely melancholy.

She watched silently, unable to tell what she felt.

She had loved and hated this man, but in the end, he still saved her life.

Song Anning couldn't help but think about the girl she saw that day.

Who is she? Has she known about her existence for so many years? Just for that girl, Yunli ignored the friendship of the past three years and ran back to find her as soon as he heard the news of her return.

Song Anning bit her lips. She knew that Yunli had been suffering from serious stomach problems because he loved drinking but did not smoke.

Ask him why, and he will answer that it's because people who like it don't like the smell of cigarettes.

Song Anning didn't understand at that time and thought he was guessing that she didn't like the smell of cigarettes. After all, no woman would like to endure the smell of cigarettes.

I once thought it was the root cause of my illness in the business world, but now I think about it, could it be because of her?

Song Anning bit her lips, feeling even more frightened and confused inside.

At this moment, the man sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window suddenly and slowly fell down without warning.

"Yunli!" Song Anning's eyes were shocked and she ran up.

After Jiaoyang and Sirian came out from Old Forester's place, they held hands. The man suddenly put his arms around him and let Jiaoyang's head rest on his chest.

"What's wrong?" she asked him with a smile.

Sriyaan looked at her, "You never told me before that you are Sheng Jiaoyang, the eldest daughter of the Sheng family."

Jiaoyang smiled, lowered her hand, intertwined her fingers with his, and walked forward side by side: "What's there to say? Now that the Sheng family is gone, where can the eldest lady of the Sheng family come from?"

Sriyaan lowered his eyelashes to hide the thoughts in his eyes.

"I understand, is it because you came to Asia that you feel insecure?" Jiaoyang teased, "After all, this is my old territory, not your base camp."

"That's not what makes me feel insecure."

Those green eyes looked at her like moving gems.

"Because you are Sheng Jiaoyang, you know so many people, and so many people are working hard for you, sweetheart. For a moment, I feel like I have become dispensable."

The man raised the corner of his mouth and said this with a pretentious smile, but his heartbeat slowed down and the feeling in his chest became very strange. Everything here, including the surrounding environment, It all became so heavy and depressing.

He really doesn't like it.

"I don't have many people."

Jiaoyang smiled, took the initiative to approach Sriya'an's arms, and hugged his waist: "Look, so many people have come and gone, including Fu Leistlin and Qiao Yin. Now, there are only You are left alone, Sriyan."

Sriya settled down for a moment, looked at her deeply, then stretched out her arms, closed her eyes, and breathed in the fragrance brought by the little sweetheart almost addictedly.

"Wait a few days and go somewhere with me, Sriyan."

"Um?"

"You know, that man's ashes."

"Okay." He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled at her.

Jiaoyang raised her head and smiled brightly.

At this moment, accompanied by a burst of shouting, a woman suddenly rushed over recklessly and knelt down in front of Jiaoyang with a "pop".

Everyone looked over, and some even raised their mobile phones to take pictures of the scene in front of them.

"What are you doing?" Sriya'an immediately rushed to Jiaoyang and blocked the camera in front of her, with a cold expression that could kill someone.

Jiaoyang was stunned for a moment. She looked forward from behind Sriyaan and saw the woman kneeling on the ground with her face covered. She didn't realize who she was.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really have nothing to do."

Song Anning knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to the ground, with tears all over her face.

"Yunli, Yunli is about to die. Please look at him and save him."