Host, You're Targeted

From the kitchen window, you can see the dark sea not far away. The blue sea is hidden in the deep night, and it sinks into the sea bottom with unknown secrets.

The clock on the wall has reached nine, and everyone is in the final finishing work, ready to finish the day's shooting and start to rest.

Fu Shiyan's hand also went around under Qi Yue's armpit and grabbed it on Qi Yue's shoulder from behind. Qi Yue looked at Fu Shiyan's eyes and looked behind him. He could not help but stab him in the face.

"Hello." Qi more crooked head to smile, "hair what to be in a daze?"

Fu Si Yan's lip collapses into a straight line. He looks at Qi Yue's hand and wipes it twice on his body. He suddenly tightens his hands.

Qi Yue didn't expect that he would suddenly exert himself, and was pushed forward by the force in his hand and threw himself into his arms. Fortunately, he tilted his head in time, otherwise he would kiss Fu Shiyan in front of the camera.

The camera has been standing on both sides of them. Qi Yue's side face bumps into Fu Shiyan's side face where the camera can't be shot.

Originally this bump should be quite painful, but Qi Yue actually laughed at that moment.

He stretched out his hands and hugged Fu Shiyan's shoulder, lowered his head to bury his face in his arms and laughed.

Fu Si Yan still has a cold face. It seems that he is holding a piece of wood with no feelings, instead of Qi Yue, who is bent over with a smile.

The photographer on the side suddenly had a strange feeling that he was the same as Qi Yue and Fu Shiyan. But these days, he always felt that he was not shooting a reality show of business, but a reality show of love observation.

Is it his illusion? Is it normal for a good brother to hold it like this?

But if not a normal good brother, dare to hold it in front of the camera?

For the first time in his many years of working career, the photographer has encountered such a problem. Qi Yue and Fu Shiyan are nothing, right? Or you can't hold it together?

Just as the cameraman held up the camera in confusion, Fu Shiyan suddenly grabbed Qi Yue's back collar and lifted him from his arms. Then he reached out and grabbed his wrist to pull him out.

"You come out with me."

Qi Yue pulled a collar and trotted to keep up with Fu Shiyan.

The cameraman followed up dutifully.

Fu Siyan pulled Qi Yue out of the B & B, and did not go to the residential area. Instead, he stood in front of the house, looking left and right, as if looking for something.

Qi Yue followed him for a long time, only to see a dark, so he asked: "what are you looking for?"

Forsyan ignored him, and the hand that held his wrist suddenly moved down, grabbed his palm, and then stepped out on two long legs to the beach.

Both of them wore canvas shoes on their feet, and when they stepped on the fine sand, they suddenly sank, and the fine sand leaked from their ankles.

Fu Si Yan walked too fast, Qi Yue almost twisted his foot, suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist and called out.

Fusyan immediately turned around and held him. He looked down at his ankle to make sure he was OK. Then he led him to the edge of the beach, but his pace slowed down.

The B & B is far away from the residential area, and the beach is closed to tourists after 7:00 p.m., so there is no one on the beach at the moment, it is very quiet.

But it's not ordinary silence. There's only the sound of waves rolling up on the beach.

They walked for a while before forsyan heard the footsteps of the camera.

He took Qi Yue's hand in the dark, turned to look at the photographer behind him when his fingers were tucked into Qi Yue's fingers. He said, "don't follow me, there will be pictures that can't be broadcast."