Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Until Fu Leistlin came back and sat in the car, Sriyaan was still silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

"You haven't answered me yet, Sriya'an," Jiaoyang pulled the corner of his clothes, and her delicate face came close to him and looked into his eyes, "Are you going to leave me?"

"Everyone in this world must be separated sooner or later, sweetheart."

Forrestlin, who was pushed to the front to drive, couldn't help but speak. The bright smile on his face began to dim, and the meaning became unclear: "Isn't there a saying in your country, there is no such thing as a feast that never ends."

"We haven't completely separated yet, so we have to make it sad. It's really annoying."

Jiaoyang curled her lips and said, "But the ever-lasting banquet still exists."

It's just that they all know that there may be a banquet in the world that never ends, but it will definitely not be them.

The vehicle drove slowly, and the wheels left scratches on the snow, which would soon be covered by new snow, obscuring the marks.

Jiaoyang looked out the window and looked at the snow in America.

She raised the corners of her lips, extremely bright: "Perhaps we will separate soon. But let's make a promise, you, me, Sriya'an, and Qiao Yin, wait until next winter, we will get together again Here, let’s take a look at the snow here.”

Regardless of whether it’s fun or not, this experience is unique.

Sheng Jiaoyang has always been a loner, and this is the first time she feels like she has a companion by her side.

It's that feeling that they will feel uneasy when you are gone, and they will miss you if something happens to you. They live under the same roof, and the sun rises and the sun goes in. When you open the door, there may be such a person, he lives there. Opposite you.

"Okay." Fu Leistlin turned his hand on the steering wheel and couldn't help laughing, "You are so cute now that I can't help but want to kill you, so I will agree. If you get to Asia by then, you will still If you are not killed by me, I will come back with you to see the snow."

"Okay, okay."

Jiaoyang held her head in her hands with a smile: "By the way, are all pervert's expressions so unique?"

She didn't know why, but she suddenly wasn't afraid at all now, and she wasn't worried that these two perverts would really kill her.

Sriyaan leaned his arms on the bed and looked at them with a smile.

"It's a way to express your love." Fu Leistlin smiled and couldn't help but retorted.

"We're here." Sriya'an drove to the building in front of him, and for some reason his expression suddenly stopped and became solemn.

"We're here." Jiaoyang jumped out of the car with a smile. Just as she was about to open the car door, Sriya'an suddenly stretched out his arm in front of her.

"Where's Qiao Yin?" Fu Leistlin squinted. Normally, if they came back, that guy would be sitting on the balcony, looking at the snow outside the window in the distance.

"That it!"

Jiaoyang was the first to catch Qiao Yin's figure with sharp eyes. She reached out and saw him waving to them through the glass window, as if he was saying hello, but also seemed to be stopping them from moving forward.

She was stunned and before she could react, at that moment, a huge explosion suddenly came from the building in front of her.

"Get down!" Someone shouted. Jiaoyang was pressed down by Sriyaan's arms, and her body hit the ground.

Perverts are not afraid of death, but Jiaoyang is not afraid either.

So when the explosion happened, she kept her eyes open, instead of closing them in fear like most people do when they encounter danger.

So she saw it, saw how the house fell down and lay in ruins, with flames burning everywhere.

Jiaoyang blinked and saw clearly.

The familiar man, wearing the uniform of a special police officer, had a slender figure, dark eyes, and policemen behind him, standing condescendingly on a helicopter in the sky.

Qiao Yin disappeared.

She shouldn't be living with a pervert

At this time, Jiao Yang was thinking.

A smile appeared on her face.

Because there really is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever.

And now, this banquet should never have existed.

Going to disperse.