Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

   Chapter 620 Mental Prison No. 036 Murderer (54)

   Sriyan did not speak, he clenched his fists, his face was not very good-looking.

   "Chi" Jiaoyang's mouth raised inexplicably, "You guys are also half a catty."

  Fu Lestlin's face stiffened, then he looked at her and forced a smile: "You can't sentence to death without giving a chance, sweetheart, it's not fair."

  Jiaoyang ignored him.

   She sorted out her clothes, came to the first floor, took her white fur coat and bag from the sofa, and walked out of the white door.

   "Where are you going?" Sriyan's voice came from behind.

   "I can't go anywhere." Jiaoyang raised the corners of her lips.

   "Going to find your boyfriend with an embroidered pillow?" Sriian sneered, his chin raised arrogantly, "So you have this kind of vision."

   "What about the embroidered pillow, I want him to be good-looking, I want him to be rich. I want him to come to me after reading all the sails."

  Jiaoyang raised the corners of her lips, and now with this pervert for comparison, she even felt that Xilin was a perfect male companion.

   There was malice in her eyes: "At least. It's better than a man who clearly has aristocratic blood, but still has a bad life."

   Sriyan's face stiffened, and then he kicked the chair hard, making a loud noise.

   Jiaoyang nodded, expressing his satisfaction with his response.

   Even if it is a pervert, but if it makes her unhappy, it has to be returned.

   "I went to him, bye everyone."

  Jiaoyang waved to them happily, "I hope that one day in the future, I won't see you on the latest news bulletin."

   When her back completely disappeared in front of her eyes, Sriian's face was still gloomy.

   "Aren't you going to chase?" Qiao Yin asked Lesterling.

   The blond, blue-eyed man shook his head.

   "A woman with a personality like Little Sweetheart, she insists on leaving, but she can't catch up with her." On the contrary, it will further deteriorate the relationship.

He looked at Sriian with a somewhat sarcastic expression on his face: "You think about how to solve it. After all. This is what you caused. Although the little sweetheart and the man like the flower peacock are just playing, But I can't help but feel a little sad and heartbroken when I think of the cold wind blowing while I'm alone."

  Sriyan turned his eyes away and looked at him coldly: "What does this have to do with you."

   "It doesn't matter."

Fu Lestlin raised the corners of his lips with a smile: "I originally thought that my biggest rival in love was you, but now you kill yourself and get yourself out of the game. In this way, every second sweetheart leaves here, she will It's my loss."

   Sriyan snorted: "You're joking, but it's not funny at all."

   "Whatever you say."

Fu Lestrin shrugged: "Anyway, according to what I know about Little Sweetheart, no matter what kind of man she is, she will soon get tired of it. That Xilin and the man who showed up to pick her up that day will also come one day sooner or later. It will be the rest of the game, and what I still have is a chance. At that time."

   He narrowed his eyes, as if thinking about something.

   "Then, as Sheng Jiaoyang said, while she was having **** with you, would you dig out her eyes for collection?" Qiao Yin interjected.

"Do not."

Fu Lestlin shook his head and rolled his eyes with interest: "Such a cute little sweetheart, don't you think it's a pity to dismantle her? I want to keep her intact and keep her by my side. Because she's the only one special."

   (end of this chapter)