Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

   Chapter 68 Seemingly ruthless but affectionate, seemingly affectionate but ruthless (68)

  Huo Quci did not dare to see Jiaoyang, but he was restless.

   He had always felt that he could not leave Sheng Jiaoyang. But after that incident, she aimed the gun at herself, and the scene where the bright red blood kept flowing down became his midnight nightmare. He woke up again and again and found that he was covered in cold sweat.

  Huo Quci found out that, rather than Sheng Jiaoyang leaving his life, he was more afraid of Jiaoyang disappearing from his life completely.

   He will never force her again.

   After several days of repeated torture and tossing and turning, Huo Quci called Jiang Cheng and asked him to see how Jiaoyang was doing now.

   This is the only person he can think of right now, the only person he can trust.

   Jiang Cheng had a headache when he heard the name "Sheng Jiaoyang" when he picked up the phone. Fortunately, he finally complied.

  Three poles in the sun, Jiaoyang is sleeping in the top luxury VIP ward of the hospital.

   There was a knock at the door, and she got up from the bed impatiently, her cheeks slightly bulging, and her long black hair like seaweed poured down, looking a little messy.

"Come in."

   The footsteps at the door hesitated for a while, and it was Jiang Cheng who pushed open the door and entered.

   ".You?" Jiao Yang was a little surprised, then his eyes became more interested, the body under the quilt leaned back, and his legs were slightly bent. In Jiang Cheng's view, this appearance was typical of not being afraid of death.

   He held the fruit basket in his hand, put it on the table beside him, glanced at her, and nodded as a greeting.

   "It's Azi, please let me come and see you."

   "Oh" Jiaoyang raised his eyebrows and nodded, his expression still unchanged.

The corners of Jiang Cheng's mouth twitched, and he began to sit on the chair beside him, with his legs crossed, he looked at her seriously: "Sheng Jiaoyang, I found that I really underestimated you, saying that if I shoot at myself, shot himself.

   Are you embarrassed because you saw the adultery with Huo Quci exposed, or you really think your life is too long. And this self-recovery ability is almost catching up with Han Shuqi. "

  Isn't it? I had to live and die a few days ago, but now I feel like I have nothing to do. I really feel sorry for those few people who hurt God for her.

   But could it be. Is this just a fake she made?

   Jiang Cheng couldn't help but glance at her again.

   And although she was only injured on the shoulder blade, and there was still some distance from the position of the heart, the scene at that time, the blood flow, was really scary.

  Sheng Jiaoyang has never received formal training, so that shot is very likely to miss, and she is really likely to die.

  Jiaoyang didn't open his head, changed the subject and refused to cooperate. She cast her eyes on the fruit basket that he had put aside when he came in just now, and stretched out her hand like a child: "I want to eat fruit~"

   The little girl's eyes were wide open, she looked at you with watery eyes, her voice was sweet and soft, her whispers were delicate, with a softness that could not be opened.

   Any voice that a normal man would not refuse.

   But obviously, the current Jiang Cheng is not so normal in Jiao Yang's eyes.

   Hearing Jiaoyang's voice, his brows knitted tightly, as if he was trying to endure something restless, looking fierce: "Then you should eat."

  "..." Jiaoyang stared at each other for a few seconds with his eyes, which were painted with the same eye makeup that only bad guys would have.

   Then he suddenly fell back on the bed and pretended to be dead like a catfish: "It hurts. I can't move."

   (end of this chapter)