Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Forestlin smiled coldly, like a cold poisonous snake: Is it love? It turns into gentle poison, slowly corroding you and your sharp heart.

He motioned Sriyaan to look down. Three cold scalpels were pressed against his abdomen. As long as he exerted force, they could easily break through the flesh and penetrate inside.

Sriya'an's pupils suddenly dilated, he let go of the hand holding his neck, lowered his head in disbelief, and looked at his fingers.

Have you degraded to this point, Sriyan?

Forrestlin shook his head.

Is this your current strength?

The reason why the pervert is extraordinarily powerful is because he is calm and rational enough and will never be disturbed by any external factors. He can react and fight back at the first moment with the most accuracy and speed.

But now, Sriyaan seems to have lost this ability.

Now, every time before he takes action, he begins to worry that he will die, begins to worry that he will be injured, and begins to worry that he will not be able to keep her safe. Even before taking action against Lesterlin, he would think about whether she would be angry if he killed him, and whether there would be one less person in the world who could protect her.

Because he had concerns in his heart, he had worries. Because he became gentle, he lost his sharp and invincible heart.

He became like a normal person.

Don't forget, we are criminals.

Before leaving, Forrestlin leaned into his ear and said meaningfully: In this perverted world, if we don't commit crimes, the world will be dark, and we will lose the value of our existence.

The reason why perverted criminals can survive is because they are decisive and ruthless. But for you, Siryan, I can tell you responsibly that if you continue like this, you will die.

So answer me now, are you going to give up the value of your existence for that woman, or are you going to give up your life?

Actually there is another way

It was late at night, and Sriyaan opened the door in front of him and walked in with deep blue eyes.

The little girl lying on the bed was covered with a quilt and sleeping soundly.

He stood there, looking down at her face. He couldn't see the expression on her face clearly, but he could only see a pair of green eyes shining coldly in the darkness.

Sriyan recalled the conversation just now.

Let's kill that woman. Forrestlin lowered his head and said calmly.

Do you know what you are talking about? Sriyan, who was still at a loss, raised his head, his green eyes looking cold.

Since she is someone who will affect us, then kill her. Isn't the survival rule among perverts always like this?

Forestlin smiled extremely brightly: What's more, her heart is not in us, is it? In other words, she may care more about Mr. Xilin of the Sichaer family than us. But we can't let that happen. Little sweetheart has become a threat to us.

He smiled meaningfully, turned and left.

Stiyaan looked at Fu Lestlin's back with half-squinted eyes.

By the way, I forgot to tell you something.

What's the matter? Forrestlin paused.

Don't mention the news that the young master of the Sichaer family will be engaged to the daughter of the Fu family the day after tomorrow in front of her. Sriya'an's pupils were cold.

Are you afraid that she will steal the marriage? Fu Leistlin smiled, recalling the scene when she and she met Xilin and that woman that day.

I'm just afraid that she will do something impulsively. After all, you know, she is no worse than any of us.

Be careful not to irritate that precious woman of yours. Forrestlin's smile became even brighter, But have you been affected to this extent? You actually learned to consider others, a few months ago I won't believe it, Sriyan.

His eyes darkened: I can keep her until the ashes are delivered. If you are still unwilling to take action at that time, I will do it for you.

Sriyaan looked blank, turned around and left without looking back, I know.

The memory comes back.

Sriyaan raised the corners of his mouth and let out a cold sneer of unknown meaning.

He stretched out his hand and placed it between her shoulders and neck.

The movement seemed like he was going to strangle her, but it also seemed like he was simply reaching out and touching her hair.

So...is there really no way to have both?

He was asking her and himself.

Sriyan laughed to himself, turned and left.

Just when the door clicked shut, the little girl who was supposed to be sleeping on the bed suddenly woke up.

The next morning, in a hidden private room in the bar, Xilin walked in and sat opposite the exquisitely dressed woman.

He looked at her, his lips curling up secretly.

Sure enough, she still had no worries about food and clothing without him. The man she saw with her in the coffee shop last time must also be rich or noble.

How outrageous must he be to think that he was her only support during that time.

Why are you looking for me? Xilin said in a cold voice, It seems that you are having a good time during this period.

You are also very good, Master Xilin.

Jiaoyang smiled and dragged her chin with her hand.

What's the use of showing that he doesn't want to come anymore? When he hears her name, he's not here yet.

I heard that the engagement date has been set?

Xilin stopped holding the paper and his fingers trembled: Why are you asking these questions?

He turned his head with cold eyes: It seems that none of this has anything to do with you.

I'm just curious. You said you could forget that I married her, right?

The corners of Jiaoyang's lips curled up: Can you really do that?

Whether you can or not, it has nothing to do with you. Miss Sheng, please respect yourself! Fu Weiwei walked in on high heels, with anger in his eyes.

Sheng Jiaoyang, what are you going to do? It was you who hurt him and he left you. You were the one who felt sorry for him from the beginning to the end. He has never felt sorry for you at all! Now he has finally made up his mind to leave. You are engaged to me, how can you let him go?

I don’t ask for anything else, I just want Xilin to be safe and to spend the rest of my life with me! Isn't it just that you don't want to do this? !

Huh? Jiaoyang raised her eyebrows and looked a little impatient at being disturbed as she walked over to block Xilin. Who asked you to come in?

So what if I come in.

Fu Weiwei clenched his fists: If I don't come in, will I give you a chance to hurt Xilin again? Sheng Jiaoyang, he is my fiancé! Are you going to be a mistress?

Xilin didn't speak. He was in so much pain that he could hardly move, and his fingers were clutching his chest tightly.

Jiaoyang looked at the two of them, thinking about what she had to do later, her mood couldn't get better, and the corners of her lips raised in a bad way.