Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Jiaoyang was stunned and looked at him: What are you doing sitting here, Sirian?

I'm leaving, Sheng Jiaoyang.

The man stood up and looked up at her with a smile on his lips.

Huh? Jiaoyang raised her eyebrows.

These days, I have thought carefully about it, and I think we should separate. Sriyaan lowered his head and looked at the ground.

Are you kidding me? She raised the corners of her lips and looked at him with a half-smile, What's the reason?

Because I feel like you don't need me anymore.

He said quietly, From Europe to Asia, I have lost too many, Qiao Yin, Fu Leistlin, but I can't accept losing you, Sheng Jiaoyang. So I decided to Leave before I lose you completely.

Jiaoyang looked at him silently and twitched the corners of her mouth: Why do you think you will definitely lose me?

You really didn't say that, Sriya'an raised the corners of his lips and looked out the window with the clear sky. But I have already felt it. There will definitely be one day. Jiaoyang, look.

Sriyaan stretched out his hand, and the sunlight outside the window fell on his hand, emitting a soft halo: There is no snow in the Asian sky.

Nonsense, Jiaoyang rolled her eyes at him, This is not American time.

But now, I really want to see Xue, with you.

Sriyaan watched silently, the corners of his mouth gradually raised.

Snow is very strange, very much like meeting, very much like separation, very much like regret, very much like reunion, very much like love that cannot be found, very much like love that ends in vain, very much like me standing here now, talking to you. Goodbye.

I can no longer love you, but I make a wish that someone will always love you, Jiaoyang.

Sriyan is gone, and no one knows where he went.

The police didn't know, and neither did Sheng Jiaoyang.

Jiaoyang became more irritable than ever. She stood in front of the flowerpot, picking the petals one by one and destroying them with her hands.

Zhai Li stepped forward and saw her actions. He was silent for a while, and then asked softly: Is it because of Sirian?

He already knew the identity of the man, the most terrifying serial killer in Europe, the notorious Ogre.

The blood debt on his body has long been forgotten.

He left probably so that she wouldn't be hurt.

Ah, Jiaoyang replied, lowering her eyelashes, Probably, I don't know what's going on. However, she didn't like others making decisions without her permission.

Zhai Li was silent for a while: So... he still loves you.

Whatever, whether he likes it or not.

Jiaoyang turned her head gloomily and took out her mobile phone, I've been so bored lately. I'm going to ask Fu Qiran if there's anything interesting nearby.

Zhai Li looked at her for a while, and then said: I have a way, maybe I can get him back. Do you want to try it?

Huh? Jiaoyang put down her phone, blinked, and looked at him curiously, her eyes shining, What can I do?

The news that Mr. Zhai, whose family owns countless assets, is about to marry a girl of unknown origin, caused a sensation all over the country.

The most terrible thing is that after countless reporters dug in, it was finally discovered that this unknown woman was actually Sheng Jiaoyang, the daughter of the Sheng Group who was supposed to have been dead for five years.

But Mr. Zhai held the whole world in his hands, calling a deer a horse, insisting that she was not the Sheng Jiaoyang, but a distant relative of his.