Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Jiaoyang tilted her head and tried hard to remember.

Is there a possibility that they have actually met?

She shifted her gaze and saw a guitar placed in a corner.

Jiaoyang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Do you like playing guitar, Mr. Zhai?"

Zhai Li looked at her deeply for a while, then answered with a gentle smile.

"dislike."

dislike?

Jiaoyang blinked in confusion, and then smiled: "I think we have probably met before."

Zhai Li smiled, stretched out his hand, and approached cautiously. When he was about to touch her face, he hesitated for a while.

Seeing that she didn't want to hide away, he put his hand up and touched her face gently.

"I feel the same way."

There are too many doubts that remain unsolved, but with her expression, the way she speaks, and her smile, Zhai Li has always believed that there will be no second Sheng Jiaoyang in this world.

When people live to this point, when they see it, they see it, and they no longer have so many worries.

The sad thing is that now he is standing in front of her and touching her face like an elder.

"Sheng Jiaoyang" Zhai Li called her name with sadness and joy.

Jiaoyang was stunned. At the same time, she heard the man calling her name outside the door, which meant that Jiaoyang was probably in danger. Siriyaan kicked open the door of Zhai Li's study!

The old housekeeper was startled. He was inquiring about some information from this man just now, about the origin and life experience of this girl, where he met this girl, and her identity.

He didn't expect this man to have a sudden attack.

But when Sriyaan broke into the study, he was stunned, his steps slowly stopped, and he froze in place.

Green eyes, eyelids trembling.

He saw the man inside, very close to her.

The man even stretched out a hand to caress her cheek affectionately, like a lover.

It's ridiculous. At that man's age, he can be her father, right? Do you still want old cows to eat young grass?

It's obviously the first time we've met, and it's only been a while

Sriyaan clenched his fists, feeling unbearable.

But he still controlled it, controlled the violent impulse in his blood, and smiled: "Did it bother you?"

"What do you think?"

Jiaoyang turned around and looked at his move, her mouth twitching silently: "You rushed in all of a sudden, you were almost scared to death, okay?"

"It's my fault." Sriyan sneered.

"Of course it's your fault."

Jiaoyang took a few steps forward and was a little angry: "Because of the noise you made just now, I almost lost my grip on the urn in my hand. You didn't want it to fall to the ground in front of others. I have How embarrassing?”

"Yes, I told you it was my fault."

Yes, this man I just met is more important than me, and that man’s ashes are also more important than me.

"What's your attitude?" Jiaoyang almost had a heart attack. She walked up to him and pushed him, "Didn't you show off to me first?"

How could she be such a pervert and have so many petty tempers? Others had obviously taken care of her in the past.

Sriyaan glanced at her, said nothing, and swallowed his anger.

The old housekeeper stood aside and looked at the two of them with a sweet smile on his face.

It’s so interesting for today’s young people to have troubles.