Host, You're Targeted

This is what yuan Hansheng saw when he came in carrying the takeaway. The ground was covered with glass fragments, some of which were reflected in the water. Tang Yan was squatting on the ground in plush slippers and was reaching for the debris.

Yuan Hansheng doesn't know what happened. He shouts uncontrollably when he sees Tang Yan picking up the pieces.

"Ah Yan!"

Tang Yan seems to be frightened by Yuan Hansheng's voice. His hand shaking to pinch the fragments makes his white fingertip exude a bloodstain.

"What's the matter?"

Yuan Hansheng put the take out box in his hand and quickly rushed to the sofa to pick up Tang Yan, who was still lying on the ground in a daze. He held Tang Yan's hands and put them in front of him. After making sure that Tang Yan's wound was nothing serious, he pulled him to the wooden cabinet in front of the TV set. With one hand, he took out a bottle of iodine from it and squatted in front of Tang Yan Disinfect his wound carefully.

The moment the iodine wine touched the wound was very painful. Tang Yan instinctively frowned and wanted to shout. But at the moment when he saw yuan Hansheng holding his hand, he bit his teeth and didn't cry out.

It doesn't hurt very much, does it?

Tang Yan thought like this. He watched yuan Hansheng take care of his wound and then apply medicine to his wound.

At the moment when he saw Tang Yan holding the glass, Yuan Hansheng was scared to death. He thought that Tang Yan couldn't think of it for a while. Unexpectedly, an instinctive cry would lead to Tang Yan's injury. Fortunately, the wound was not deep. He just made a small incision and scab would grow in a few days.

Yuan Hansheng raised his head and looked at Tang Yan when he was bandaging him. He lowered his voice and asked him, "does it hurt?"

Tang Yan originally frowned, but as soon as Yuan Hansheng raised his head, he loosened the word "Chuan" in the center of his eyebrows, forced out a smile, shook his head with a smile and said, "no pain."

Maybe Tang Yan is still in a tense mood, and his facial expression is too rigid, so yuan Hansheng sees his expression change.

At that moment, Yuan Hansheng really felt like a scum man. He cut Tang Yan, who was supposed to be smart, lovely, gentle and capable, all over the body with splashed glass slag. When he was bleeding, he had no remorse. He didn't even know that he was hurt, and forced him to smile with pain.

????????? Ah Yan. "

Yuan Hansheng's whole heart was filled with guilt and regret. He put Tang Yan's injured hand on his shoulder, took a small step forward, and once again held Tang Yan in his arms.

"I'm sorry..." Yuan Hansheng was so distressed that his voice was hoarse. He took Tang Yan's thin waist, hung his head, and put his chin on Tang Yan's shoulder. He felt as if he wanted to put Tang Yan's whole body into his body. "I'm wrong. I shouldn't tell you anything and ignore you. I'm not damned. I have to face down and not apologize to you. I'm really wrong."

Yuan Hansheng thought of Tang Yan's carefully hiding his loss and the way he had just forced his face to smile. He felt a numb pain coming out of his heart, through his internal organs and through every blood vessel in his body.

At the thought that Tang Yan had tasted this kind of taste alone after him several years ago, Yuan Hansheng felt that he was really not a thing.

"Ah Yan, I was wrong, ah Yan..." Yuan Hansheng suddenly choked.

Tang Yan doesn't know what's wrong with Yuan Hansheng. He listens to Yuan Hansheng's apology, and slowly touches his back with another hand that is not pinched on his shoulder, and gently taps him twice with an uninjured hand.

Then, Tang Yan heard yuan Hansheng say in a hoarse voice, "ah Yan, I love you so much..."