Host, You're Targeted

Spring rain moistens things silently. The rain on this day, treading on the tail of the night, landed in Lvcheng at four o'clock in the morning. Only when it hit the bushes on the roadside, did it make a little sound.

Qi Yue was awakened by the biological clock at more than six o'clock. He opened his eyes and looked out of the window. It was still dark at six o'clock in spring. The window was covered with mist. There were dense raindrops falling on the misty windows, leaving a complex water mark.

Because of the gossip news the day before yesterday, Qi Yue didn't meet Fu Shiyan. He didn't know whether he was deliberately hiding himself or because he was very busy with his work. However, no matter what the reason was, Qi Yue deeply realized that the feasibility of exerting his strong pursuit was not high - Fu Shiyan and his work were not the same, and there were few opportunities to meet, if Fu Shiyan deliberately If you want to avoid him, you can leave him behind.

This morning, Qi Yue was going to meet the director of the variety show that he had received last month. In order not to bring his irritable mood to work, he went to run outside the community together and bought some coriander buns at his favorite steamed stuffed bun shop.

When Qi Yue returns to the community with steamed stuffed buns after running, Fu Siyan just sits in the nanny car and goes out to the studio.

When the car drove out of the gate of the community, the car at the door was getting better. For the sake of safety, ma'o always paid attention to the road conditions, didn't drive the car too fast, and always paid attention to the traffic outside.

Qi Yue came from the opposite sidewalk at this time. When he saw someone coming, the car would slow down and let him go first. When he came to the nanny car, he didn't know what his psychology was. He just took a look at the window of the paparazzi outside Fu Shiyan's neighborhood.

At the gate of the community, two people looked at each other through a window, even if only Fu Shiyan saw Qi Yue, because the window glass was the kind of black glass that was anti peeping.

I don't know if it's a bit cold because of the drizzle. Qi Yue turns his head and looks at him. It's not Fu Siyan's memory that Qi Yue looks at himself.

All the cars on the road left, and ma'o accelerated to drive forward at this moment. When the car entered the road, it immediately drove to the destination at the normal speed.

But in Fu Si Yan's mind, Qi Yue's cold eyes just now couldn't be moved.

In the meeting with Qi Yue only a few times, Fu Si Yan has formed a Qi Yue image in his mind, which is decent and generous, gentle and polite, and is outlined with a layer of dazzling skin by self-confidence and pride. However, is that the real Qi Yue he just saw?

Cold and dark, like a monster coming in the rain.

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Qi Yue and the director agreed to meet at nine o'clock in the morning. It was nearly eight o'clock when he returned home after running. He slowed down his pace when he passed the next door, but he didn't hear anything.

Qi Yue went into the room and took off his sweater which was wet by the fine rain, revealing his thin and white skin.

He walked into the bedroom with his bare upper body and bare feet. He chewed the bun and took out the change of clothes.

Forget it, if you don't see it, there will always be opportunities in the future. Even if you really don't have a chance to see Fu Siyan, the system will automatically create opportunities for him.

Thinking like this, Qi Yue was happy, holding clothes and humming songs to the bathroom.