Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

The bull-faced man moved over to her, took her other hand, and clasped their fingers together.

Following what she meant, she said, Yeah, it's very similar.

Jiaoyang smiled again, holding her head and looking at him: I have nowhere to go now. Do you want to find a way to take me in?

The bull-headed man curled up his lips and reached out to touch her head: What's the matter? I'll take you to where I live.

Go to your home?

Jiaoyang raised her eyebrows. She could already imagine her father being so angry when he saw his precious son bringing a man back that he jumped up from his chair and started raping him.

Speaking of which, Marquis Guangping usually had an upright character, but he had such an out-of-character character as a bull-headed face. He should be lucky that he was not beaten to death by his father. Just like before, something happened to Liu Yuanwai, and the bull-faced man shielded her from the blame. She thought that tigers can't eat their own children, but Guangping Hou would still turn to his own son in private in the end.

Unexpectedly, when the verdict came out, Marquis Guangping shouted to the sky, I'm sorry to all the ancestors of the Xie family! and went back to his mansion to tell Dali Temple what to do. In the end, the royal family came forward to save Niutoulian's life.

When Jiaoyang recalled these things, she didn't feel any guilt or guilt at all. Anyway, Niu TouLian volunteered to pay for her sins. She didn't force him, she just felt a little emotional.

It turns out that he has been with me through so much along the way.

No, Niu Tou Lian smiled at Jiao Yang and raised their interlocked hands to show her, This is our home.

Niutoulian took Jiaoyang to his house in the capital, the same one she had visited before.

The two of them walked in hand in hand, with the memories of the last time still vivid in their minds, but they were walking in a hurry and hadn't looked carefully yet.

There was no one else in the house, not even a servant, but it suited her just right.

After Niutoulian showed her around, Jiaoyang went into the room alone. After taking a bath, she changed into new clothes, saying that she was going to get rid of the bad luck in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

When I came out, I saw a man with an ox-headed face sitting in the courtyard playing the piano, with his head lowered, his eyelashes hanging down, and his expression very serious. The butterfly flew over and landed on his strings.

Jiaoyang tilted her head, her hair twirling on her fingertips, somewhat attracted by this scene.

She walked over, lowered her body, and put her hands on the piano table, deliberately disturbing his attention, and blinked: What do you think, is the piano better-looking or me?

The bull-headed man raised his lips and smiled, pushed Qin to the side, picked her up with his hands, turned his head to meet her lips and teeth.

The two of them kissed in this position for a while, and the attraction that attracted her just now disappeared. Jiaoyang frowned dissatisfied and pushed her away.

Play, keep playing! she ordered, jumping down from the piano table.

The bull-faced man felt the stiffness in his lower body and continued helplessly.

Hearing the music in his ears again, Jiaoyang nodded with satisfaction.

When the mood came, she wanted to dance, but when she looked in the closet just now, she couldn't find any women's clothes, so she had to change into men's clothes.

So you can't feast your eyes today. Do you think it's because of you?

Since you can't dance, let's dance with the sword.

Jiao Yang casually pulled out a sword, tested the weight in her hand, and then danced. This dance combines hardness and softness, captivating the country and the city.

The bull-headed face was so drunk that he tried his best not to be affected by her, but she kept coming closer to him. First she sat on the piano table in front of him, and then she gradually moved closer to him and put one hand around his neck. , kissed his lips gently.

Jiaoyang took off one side of her outer garment.

The bull-faced man looked at her in shock: Scorching Sun.

Jiaoyang kissed her, and while kissing, she ordered dissatisfiedly: Shut up, don't stop the sound of the piano.

So the melodious piano sound continued, sometimes fast, sometimes only a few sounds, sometimes intermittently, intermittently.

Jiaoyang took off the other side of her outer garment and hooked it around his waist.

The clothes are all new, the bath you just took is filled with flower petals, and your body and hair have a faint fragrance. These are all prepared for you, bull-headed face.

Xie Beixi is leaving, just as Jiao Yang said, returning to the border that belongs to him.

The bull-headed man returned to the house with heavy steps and an unsightly look on his face.

In her ears, she could hear her father's aging face just now. His temples had turned gray for some reason. She held his hand and said, Go and see your brother off. Go and see him off. Beixi really regards you as his most important brother. ah

The bull-faced man pursed his lips and clenched his hands tightly.

Why? Who stipulates that if that person regards him as his elder brother, he must recognize him as his younger brother? Is he worthy? Since the father is so understanding of his son's emotions, why can't he understand himself?

That man was the son of the woman who killed his mother! How can he let go!

The mother is dead, what qualifications does the father have to forgive him on behalf of the mother!

Xie Nanning's hands tightened more and more, and his face was twisted with extreme anger.

Just leave, it's better to die at the border! No more eyesores for life!

He looked up at the plaque in front of him, couldn't wait to step in, and returned to her side, tired of her body. In this world, only her arms, her hair and shoulders were his only harbor.

After Niutoulian returned, he hugged Jiaoyang, buried his head in Jiaoyang's neck, and told her the anger in his heart and the injustice he had just suffered from his father.

Jiao Yang listened while cracking melon seeds and nodded without thinking: I support you. How can there be any reason in this world that forces people to accept and care about someone? Isn't this moral kidnapping?

The bullhead buried his face for a while, was stunned when he heard her words, and then nodded sharply: Yes, it's moral kidnapping!

Jiaoyang continued to eat melon seeds: If you don't want to go, don't go. Anyway, your father said it, and you didn't agree. The worst is, let them stare at you.

Perhaps it was Jiaoyang's comforting words that had the opposite effect, or perhaps it was because of Jiaoyang's words that the Niutoulian's heart, which had always felt unbalanced, found a fulcrum. You can calm down and think about this matter calmly.

On the day Xie Beixi left Beijing, Niutoulian still left. But I took Jiaoyang with me.

Xie Beixi was dressed in silver armor, with a high ponytail, and he was sitting on a white war horse. He was really heroic, and he really looked like a future general.

Jiaoyang stood next to Niutoulian, touching her chin to admire it.

Although Xie Beixi had some hope in his heart, he never expected that his brother would actually come to see him off.

Brother.

When he saw that figure, tears filled his eyes, and he was even more stunned when he noticed the person next to his brother.

The bull-faced man snorted coldly and took Jiaoyang beside him into his arms, as if to declare his sovereignty.