Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

At that time, Sriyaan rejected him almost without thinking, and even became so angry that he wanted to drive him out directly.

At that time, he was so arrogant that he could give her happiness.

Did he really think that?

Siyaan sat on the sofa, his eyes becoming more and more confused.

The next day, Sriya'an accompanied Jiaoyang to Zhai's house, wearing a mask and covering her body tightly.

The Zhai family is far away from the Fu family and the Bo family. They are not in the same country, but they are both in Asia, but they are quite close to their current location.

When Jiaoyang jumped into the passenger seat, she couldn't help but glance at him one more time, and then blinked: "Are you so vigilant today? This is not like your style."

Aren’t all perverts so arrogant that they want to step on the police’s faces?

"Stop talking," Sriyaan replied, glancing at her from the corner of his eye, "Sweetheart, sit in the back."

"Why," Jiaoyang blinked even more inexplicably, and then hugged his waist, "I'm right next to you. I can talk to you whenever I want, and I can hug you if I want to hug you. How nice."

When her hand touched him, Sriyaan's whole body trembled, but he took a deep breath and said in a stern voice that he had never heard when facing her: "Sit in the back."

Sriyaan saw that the smile on her face dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He looked back calmly, his heart hurting like a knife.

This time, she walked directly outside, walked around the back, opened the door, and sat in without saying a word.

Along the way, I didn't speak to him again.

When they arrived at Zhai's house, Sriyaan went around to the back and opened the car door for her. Jiaoyang came out directly, even bumped him, and walked straight to the door of the villa without looking back.

Sriyan looked at her silently.

"Is Mr. Zhai here?" Jiaoyang first asked the housekeeper, took off her sunglasses, held the ashes in her hands, and a sweet smile bloomed on her face.

The old housekeeper was stunned for a moment. When he saw that face, he thought for a moment that he had been blinded.

"Sheng, Sheng" he stretched out his fingers, eyes wide open, emotional.

Who is this little girl and why does she look so much like that woman? Judging from her age, could she be the granddaughter of that woman? Unexpectedly, before she died, the woman secretly gave birth to a child by herself without telling them all.

Seeing his reaction, Jiaoyang was shocked and secretly screamed.

Does this guy know her? She thought that five years had passed since the "Sheng Jiaoyang case" and it was not in the same country. She had just arrived here and no one should know her.

This time, she was careless.

Jiaoyang pulled Sriyaan, who arrived later, and was about to run with him when the housekeeper suddenly said something that shocked her.

He showed a wistful look in his eyes: "It's been so long, ten, twenty or thirty years, and yet even that woman's granddaughter has grown up so big and brought her boyfriend back. Unlike Zhai Anyway, it’s really, alas, fate plays tricks on people.”

Jiaoyang raised her eyebrows and stopped walking.

She turned back: "Huh?"

The butler, who looked shrewd but actually seemed to have a bad brain, lowered his head and looked at the ashes in her hand, and the emotion in his eyes became even more melancholy.

When he looked at her again, his eyes showed sympathy.

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