Quick Wear: The Cold Villain is Powerfully Loved by the Host

Sima Zhao's heart is well known to passers-by.

What's more, Si Lanyu is not a passerby in the so-called sense.

He slung his arm around Jiang Chenzhou as if to claim his sovereignty, and, imitating the clichéd eight o'clock dramas he watched every day before and after dinner, spoke in a coquettish tone, "Hubby, who is he?"

The two notes my husband pronounced were soft and long.

Jiang Chenzhou liked her obviously pretentious look very much.

I wish I could just kidnap him and take him back right now.

He cooperated and said, "I don't know, baby, do you want to eat some cake? Your husband will go with you."

Zhao Xiaoliang, who was completely ignored and a little disgusted, frowned tightly.

He took two deep breaths to calm himself down.

Shamelessly hefted his feet and followed.

Wang Minglu was surrounded by a group of people. They first showed concern for his legs, and then turned the topic to Jiang Chenzhou.

Wang Mingluo knew that these idiots were trying to trick him into talking.

He had a hypocritical smile on his face from beginning to end and did not answer any of the questions.

So naturally, he didn't see Zhao Xiaoliang being humiliated.

Si Lanyu was a little annoyed.

He looked at the person in front of him with a somewhat suspicious look, and with the tone of a wife, he snorted coldly, "I didn't realize that Mr. Zhao really likes to follow other people's boyfriends."

The meaning of this sentence itself is that he is sticking to the two of them like a dog-skin plaster.

But Zhao Xiaoliang, feeling guilty, immediately widened his eyes, and almost instantly thought of the incident between himself and Zhang Ji that was on the hot search.

He moved his lips, "Is it you?"

Jiang Chenzhou frowned, somewhat displeased, "Your imagination is a disease. Go get treated. Stop being a nuisance here."

Si Lanyu didn't know what he was talking about.

He learned all his lines on the Internet.

Could this be some secret code for a meeting?

He nervously pulled at the corner of Jiang Chenzhou's clothes.

She raised her head and started to chase him away, "Don't you understand? My husband asked you to get out, or do you insist on interfering in the indestructible relationship between me and my husband?"

Zhao Xiaoliang was a celebrity after all, so he remained calm even when being told that, revealing a harmless smile. "I think you must have made a mistake. I had some misunderstandings with Mr. Jiang before. Oh, I don't think you know, after all, I hadn't seen you next to Mr. Jiang at that time..."

This sentence is very cleverly said.

If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely be provoked.

But he miscalculated.

Because Si Lanyu was there at the time, but in the form of a cat.

Jiang Chenzhou picked out one that didn't look greasy for his wife and put it next to her lips.

Si Lanyu didn't even need to use her hands to take it, she just opened her mouth and took a bite.

Jiang Chenzhou watched his wife eat, and his brows softened.

But the words he said to Zhao Xiaoliang were as cold and biting as a gust of wind. "Mr. Zhao, if you really want to apologize, why not take some concrete action? Just saying a few words is really a zero-cost apology. When you said I was a businessman before, you should have realized that your apology is really not acceptable to me."

Zhao Xiaoliang was criticized and raised the corners of his lips in embarrassment.

Thinking that his mission was not yet completed, he stayed there shamelessly.

He picked up two glasses of wine and handed them to Jiang Chenzhou, "Of course, an apology is necessary, but for now, I can only express my apology through drinking..."

Si Lanyu doesn't like the taste of wine.

He covered his nose and said in a muffled voice, "Why did you let my husband drink it to express your apology?"

Zhao Xiaoliang frowned and cursed in his heart this idiot who didn't understand the ways of the world and only had a face.

Jiang Chenzhou now roughly understood what the other party wanted to do.

Somewhat boring.

He put his arm around his wife and fed cake to his good wife.

Zhao Xiaoliang raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.

He drank the other cup as well, then tilted his head, "Is this sincere enough, Mr. Jiang?"

Jiang Chenzhou ignored him.

All I could see were my wife's chubby cheeks.

It looks very soft.

Want to touch it.

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Zhao Xiaoliang didn't put anything in the wine.

He knew that Jiang Chenzhou was a cautious person and that he had seen many of these little tricks in the world of fame and fortune.

Give the other person the illusion that something has been put in their mouth, and then drink it yourself.

To a certain extent, it can dispel Jiang Chenzhou's vigilance and suspicion towards himself.

The idea was nice, but he didn't realize that Jiang Chenzhou didn't care about anyone except his wife.

Whether they are good or bad, they are just people in Jiang Chenzhou's eyes.

What’s more, he was the mastermind behind his wife’s evil transformation in the original plot.

Not even a human being.

It's just a corpse that is still breathing and jumping.

Wang Mingluo laughed and sent those people away.

Zhao Xiaoliang walked up to him, squatted down, and said softly, "It's pretty much what you thought."

Wang Mingyu nodded, reached out and touched his hair, and smiled gently, "Will you hate me?"

Zhao Xiaoliang concealed the disgust in his eyes and said, "How could that be? I know you won't hurt me."

Each of them had his own agenda.

Si Lanyu over there was full and looked at the beautifully colored drink beside her with some curiosity.

Pointing at the drinks, he asked Jiang Chenzhou for his opinion, "Zhou Zhou, can I have that?"

Jiang Chenzhou asked teasingly, "Why don't you call me husband anymore?"

Si Lanyu: (//?//)

Wang Mingluo's eyes lit up unconsciously when he saw Si Lanyu picking up those beautiful drinks.

But unexpectedly, the other party just seemed to look at it and had no intention of drinking it.

He took a deep breath, picked up his phone and wrote a text message.

The person on the other end of the phone was the demon catcher he had hired at a high price.

The master monster catcher made a living by catching monsters two years ago, but this profession was never well received.

After all, no one believes that there are really monsters in the world.

Since he was reborn in this life, in order to avoid any possibility of the things that happened in his previous life happening again, he cannot let the monster Si Lanyu live.

The other party replied with an OK.

About ten minutes later, the door of the banquet hall was opened again.

A strangely dressed man walked in.

Many people quickly moved away, and some even shouted, "Who is this? Who invited him? He must be crazy."

"Oh my god, what bad luck."

The man was wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe and holding an old-looking sword with complicated runes engraved all over the blade. The sword was pressed against his back with the tip pointing upwards.

There was a brown compass hanging around his waist and a yellow cloth bag on his right side.

Si Lanyu subconsciously revealed her vertical pupils the moment she saw the person coming.

Jiang Chenzhou was silent.

He didn't expect the male protagonist of Small World to be so crazy.

I haven't moved for so long, and suddenly I had a big bowel movement.

Even Zhao Xiaoliang was a little shocked to see the newcomer. Looking at the man sitting calmly on the chair, he frowned slightly and asked, "What are you doing?"