Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Secretary Feng looked down at the knife in Jiaoyang's hand and frowned.

Why. He had a very strange feeling.

Jiaoyang!

There was a sudden voice outside the door. Zhai Li walked in and looked at the scene inside in shock. Four men surrounded her.

She was right in the middle, her back forced to the wall, her thin shoulders, as dazed and helpless as a lost lamb.

Master! Secretary Feng and others were stunned for a moment and looked at each other: Why is he here?

Secretary Feng stepped forward to stop him, but Zhai Li threw him away, while the other man held Jiaoyang's hand tightly, forcing her to sign the document.

Jiaoyang smiled: Has anyone ever told you that when you are the only one who knows the secret, you should hide it quietly and don't say anything. Don't get carried away, otherwise?

The bright smile instantly retracted and became extremely cold. She softly uttered two words: I will die.

As soon as she finished speaking, before anyone could react, the blade in her hand flew out instantly and inserted into the heart of the private detective next to her.

Ah - He touched the blade that pierced his chest. It was inserted very deep and blood spattered. When he looked down, it was sprayed all over his face.

Before anyone could react to what happened, the man fell down, covered in blood, and died with his eyes open.

The scene fell into a deathly silence.

They raised their heads and stared in shock at the little girl sitting on the table, crossing her legs and smiling happily.

Even Zhai Li was stunned. He covered his mouth and looked at the dead body on the ground with trembling eyes, his dark purple pupils full of shock.

Jiaoyang killed someone, and she also killed someone. It was because of her father that she became like this! The purpose of forcing her to this point is to take revenge on Jiao Yang, so do you want to force her to be like her sister? !

She still held the knife in her hand, and there was a piece missing from it. It was the blade that she had broken off just now and inserted into the man's heart.

One, two, three. Her hand was still on it, measuring the size inch by inch, with a thoughtful look in her eyes, she must divide them evenly.

Then they stared wide-eyed, watching how she easily broke the knife, and they could see it clearly this time!

She tilted her head and jumped off the table. He approached them with a smile and a bound, playing with the blade in his hand, with a bright and weird smile:

Since only you and Zhai Qiwu know about this matter now, I will kill you all first, and then go to Zhai's house to kill Zhai Qiwu. I don't believe anything. After I sign the documents, you will Pretending not to know about this.”

Jiaoyang tore up the documents, and white scraps of paper fell from her hand in front of them, like an unlucky flower.

Everyone opened their eyes wide, even suspecting that the incident before them was an illusion. The extreme fear suppressed her, and her legs even seemed to be embedded in place, unable to move.

Jiaoyang is still smiling, her eyes are crooked, and her face is bright and beautiful: I believe that the only people who can keep secrets are dead people. In this way, this secret will rot in your stomach and no one will know.

She walked toward them step by step.

The crowd collapsed, screamed, and fled.

Jiaoyang pressed the remote control, and the door closed slowly, leaving no gaps. Her eyes were calm, or rather indifferent.