Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Miss, you can go in. The housekeeper smiled at her.

Jiaoyang nodded politely, then looked at Sriya'an: Will you go in with me?

Sriyan's hand paused for a moment, then smiled: No way.

Jiao Yang said no more to him, turned around, and opened the door in front of her.

She immediately spotted the man inside, sitting on a chair and reading quietly.

His skin was excessively pale, and because he lowered his head, his face could not be seen clearly. He had a very special temperament, looking cold and melancholy.

Jiaoyang raised her eyebrows, feeling that she needed to correct her previous thoughts.

To be precise, the feeling this man brought to her was gentle and lonely.

Excuse me. She said quietly, looking at his face with his head lowered and focused, thinking for a while before continuing, Is it Mr. Zhai Li?

When the man heard her footsteps, he slowly raised his head. When he saw her face, his eyes froze in disbelief, and his pupils slowly dilated.

The man's face appeared in front of Jiaoyang. He seemed to be in poor health. He was wearing loose clothes and his skin was pale, without much blood.

His appearance was extremely good. The erosion and baptism of time had hardly left any trace on his face, but instead added a mature charm and charm.

Perhaps this is the natural advantage of being a man. Natural selection means that among the most popular, there are young and energetic teenagers, young men who are at ease with their abilities, and there are also charming and handsome men.

And the definition of beauty in women seems to always be that of a girl.

Jiaoyang held the ashes in her hand and looked at his face, the strange feeling in her heart resurfaced.

A smile appeared on her face: I don't know why, but when I look at Mr. Zhai's face, I always feel a sense of familiarity, as if I've seen him before somewhere.

By the way, I didn't mean to strike up a conversation.

Jiaoyang nodded at him, and then put the urn in her hand on it: Because of an accident, I was lucky enough to meet your nephew. Although I don't remember his name, he should be a good person, so before he left, He asked me to take his ashes back to the Zhai family, and I did it.

He said that he still wanted to be buried in the Zhai family, but if Mr. Zhai didn't want to, then forget it. I took his ashes away and flew away with the wind.

After Jiaoyang finished speaking, she found that Zhai Li was still looking at her, as if she was stuck in some memory and didn't react.

She frowned. Could it be that she really looked like someone they once knew?

This made Jiaoyang unhappy.

The front foot just gave away a peripheral, and now I have become someone else's peripheral? Why are there so many people who look like her? She is not a popular face.

So Jiaoyang raised her smile again and started to smile. She had something to do and didn't plan to stay here any longer: Mr. Zhai, how are you thinking about it? Are you going to accept these ashes or not? Down?

She put her hand on the jar.

At this time, Zhai Li, who had been immersed in deep memories, began to come to his senses and stood up from his chair.

He said calmly: Since you are a member of the Zhai family, of course you must return to your roots.

This was the second time Jiaoyang heard this man's voice. She could tell that he was really weak, but at the same time, she also felt more familiar.