Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Jiaoyang and Tanswick went to the party together. The foreign customs and customs were particularly hot and unrestrained. A group of people were having a lot of fun, and for a moment, Jiaoyang wanted to settle here in the future.

Until there was a gunshot.

In recent years, country D has been in turmoil. Gang wars are even more chaotic.

Jiaoyang followed Tanswick and sat up from the sofa, blinking. The one who heads

She actually saw an old acquaintance.

——Huo Huaishao.

It turned out that he had escaped to this place. No wonder so many people were searching for him but there was no trace of him.

The corner of her mouth curled up.

"Everyone, raise your hands." The dark hole pointed at them. Huo Huaishao stood in front of everyone, and behind him was dyeing mirror dyeing, who was also an old acquaintance.

Tanswick grabbed Jiaoyang's hand and whispered, "Don't be afraid."

Jiaoyang chuckled.

Huo Huaishao looked over with a scrutinizing gaze. His dark eyes swept across everyone present, and suddenly paused on one person. He was a little surprised at first, and then smiled: "I didn't expect that the little princess of the Sheng family is also here."

Dye Jing dyed ink looks incredible.

Jiaoyang blinked at him, as if she were shining brightly, she was still the charming little fox she was when she first met her.

Her hand was still held by Tanswick. He frowned and asked her, "Do you know each other?"

besides

Huo Huaishao talks about the little princess of the Sheng family

Is it the Sheng family he thought of?

Jiaoyang nodded and said with a smile, "A former enemy."

His brow relaxed.

"It's really sad that Xiao Jiaoyang said such things," Huo Huaishao smiled, his eyes full of coldness, "I thought we had an unforgettable memory."

"It's indeed quite unforgettable." Jiaoyang spread her hands.

"Let's do this," Huo Huaishao looked at her, as if he was calculating something in his eyes, "For Xiao Jiaoyang's sake, I won't take action today."

He smiled innocently and ordered his men to remove their guns: "If you accidentally bump into it, not to mention Mr. Sheng, even I will be angry."

"I'm back, Han Xiaoshou." Jiaoyang opened the door, but the living room was quiet.

She was a little confused and heard movement in the room, so she stepped in.

But they saw Han Shuqi lowering his head, his eyelashes trembling, and holding a blade in his hand. His eyes were red, as if he had lost his soul, and he was slashing his wrist, blood dripping. There is also a striking wound on it, which has scabbed over, but is still hideous and terrifying.

She was slightly stunned, walked over and snatched the blade from his hand: "What are you doing?"

His eyes were still dim and dazed.

He stared at her blankly, then began to tremble violently, almost convulsing. His body was covered in blood and still bleeding, but he grabbed her and threw her heavily on the bed.

The things on the table "pinged and banged" and fell all over the floor.

"Where have you been? Why are you back so late? Didn't you promise me?" He asked her pleadingly, his eyelashes moist and his face full of tears. Tears kept flowing down and fell hot on her face.

"I" Jiaoyang frowned and was about to say something.

He kissed her and tightened his arms around her, so tight that it was almost breathless.

He caressed her and tore off her clothes, frantically, tears still flowing. His eyes were red, painful and desperate, as if he was at ease only at this moment.

what to do.

Jiaoyang, I seem to be crazy. I am crazy.