Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Jiaoyang pushed him away, then pulled him back and kissed his lips in retaliation.

He froze in place, his lips were blocked and did not separate for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, but Sheng Yuzhi pushed her away, his expression pale, and he held his trembling hand in pain, "Scorching Sun, we can't do this" his voice was hoarse.

"What can't be done? Tell us what happened to us."

The corners of Jiaoyang's mouth curled up, but she didn't push it away and didn't care. She wiped the corners of her mouth casually.

"We can no longer be willful," he looked at her with red eyes and smiled desolately, "Now that I have passed the age where I can be willful, you are still a child, and you don't understand many things. But in the future, I believe there will be The appearance of that person makes you understand all this, and you and Nanning "

Jiaoyang raised her chin, with a smile on her lips, and deliberately interrupted him when he mentioned the bull-headed face: "What's wrong with the child? When you were a child, even if you cried a lot, even if you made trouble, at least you knew what you wanted, you Woolen cloth?"

"Scorching sun." My brother said hoarsely, his eyes full of red threads.

Jiaoyang glanced at him, then sneered and played with the nails on her hands: "I have already said that if you want to get married, then get married, no one will stop you. But you want me to come to your wedding, no possible."

She squinted her eyes and smiled darkly: "Master, I have never encountered anything like this in my life. You want me to happily toast that woman at my beloved brother's wedding and pretend that nothing has happened. It has nothing to do with me. It doesn’t look like it happened, it’s impossible!”

Why should she swallow this anger in her stomach and merge into such a lively atmosphere? It's really weird. She couldn't do the thing where everyone was happy for her to drink alone!

If Sheng Jiaoyang was angry, she wouldn't be able to swallow it! Whoever makes her unhappy, she makes everyone unhappy!

After saying this, Jiaoyang threw her brother away and strode forward.

The brother looked at her back and suddenly chased her from behind in panic. He was thrown away again before he could say anything. Jiaoyang was agitated and moved forward without any scruples, as long as she could leave people behind.

But before he took a few steps, he saw the young man in red with red eyes in front of him.

Jiaoyang was stunned for a moment, then stretched out her hand and said hello with a smile.

"Who are you, are you here to thank me?" After all, she had just helped him deal with his brother's affairs, so it was appropriate for him to rush over in a hurry to thank her.

The bull-faced man looked at her with wide eyes for a while, then suddenly reached out and pulled the person into his arms. He tightly wrapped his arms around her and blocked her lips. He was strong, aggrieved, afraid, lonely and possessive.

His emotions were conveyed to her, Jiaoyang stood on tiptoes, barely hooked her arms around his neck, and kissed him back passionately. Ignoring the looks from passers-by, they were enthusiastic and crazy.

While kissing him, Jiaoyang complained: Apparently, according to my mother, I can only pretend to be eighteen years old at most. Otherwise, if this continues, this height will no longer be concealed, especially around these men whose bodies are growing up as if on hormones.

Over the past few years, all of them have become taller and taller, but she has remained where she is. It’s impossible to be like this if you develop late, right? She didn't want to give people the impression that she was like a tall tree but a little melon.