Host, You're Targeted

Qi Yue changed clothes to hold the mobile phone "mm-hmm" two times, vaguely made a guarantee to hang up the phone.

"Hey, big seven." Every morning, he comes to do modeling for Fu Siyan. Yuan fan has unconsciously become familiar with Qi Yue, "shall I spray you a hair spray to make a shape?"

Qi Yue is still casual today, wearing a T-shirt with jeans.

Fu Siyan looked at Qi Yue's white short sleeves and blue jeans, and felt that Qi Yue was full of youthful spirit and hormones.

Is this unique to men in their early twenties? Is he more than 20-50, not worthy to have how to wear can have juvenile ability?

"No! I'll just grab a hairstyle myself Qi Yue took out a bottle of hair gel from the trunk, swayed to Yuan fan, and walked to the bathroom.

When Qi Yue finishes modeling, Yuan fan is no longer in the room.

"How are you?" Fu Siyan sat on the leather sofa with his legs up and raised his eyes to see him. "Go out for breakfast."

Qi Yue folded his pajamas and put them at the head of the bed. He sighed in his heart that Fu Shiyan would wait for him when he got up for breakfast.

Seeing Qi Yue grasp the mobile phone ready to go, Fu Si Yan just stood up from the sofa, put his hands in his pocket and walked towards the door.

Qi Yue grabs the mobile phone and follows him. Looking at Fu Shiyan's back downstairs, he suddenly thinks of something. He deliberately opens the distance from Fu Shiyan and opens the mobile phone in the place Fu Shiyan can't see.

A few minutes later, the two people arrived in the kitchen for breakfast. Qi Yue sat beside Fu Siyan and ate his breakfast in a big way. Fu Shiyan's eyes showed that he was in a good state of eating. He even saw the picture that he was holding a bowl and eating and laughing.

Fu Shiyan, who peeked at Qi Yue, almost didn't hold the bowl. He held the bowl and blocked his face. He glared at the place where the camera couldn't reach and made a frightened expression.

What's the wind from Qi Yue? Can you laugh at a meal? Wasn't it normal when he just called in the room?

Five minutes later, fosyan finished his meal and was ready to start his day's work. He said hello to ma'o and sheppan, his assistant on the shooting site, and rushed to him.

"Si Yan, sister Leiting has something to do with you. Shut down Mai first."

For the first time, Fu Siyan saw ma'o's face full of anxiety. He turned off Mai's radio, took the phone from ma'o's hand and went to the corner behind the room. Ma'o was negotiating with the photographer that this section involved other work and hoped that the camera would not be shot.

Fu Siyan held his mobile phone and walked to the seaside. As soon as he said "hello", Lei Ting over there called out: "Fu Si Yan! What's going on with you and July? Why did he shoot you in the microblog video he just posted? Have you agreed? "

Fu Shiyan was in a fog. He looked at the sea which was sparkling by the morning light. He blinked his eyes blankly and asked, "ah? What? "

"Don't you read Weibo? Oh, I forgot. You're still recording variety shows... " Lei Ting looked at the CP powder cheering again and Weifen pinched up again after a month on the Internet. She only felt that the first two were big. "In July morning, I sent a microblog video, that is, you walk in front of you, and he takes pictures of you and dubs you in the back."

The more Lei Ting said, the more tired she felt. She covered her face and looked at the word "burst" on the back of the hot search list and said helplessly, "this is the carnival of CP fans!"