Host, You're Targeted

When the second issue of "youth inn in progress" was broadcast, the topic of "postponement of CP" became popular again.

[mom, Fu Shian and his wife in July are so lovers! In the daytime, we chat about Sao, and at night we share the bed and talk quietly! awsl！ 】

[I don't know what to say, I asked them to marry in situ! 】

[it's really funny to buy vegetables there. Fu Siyan looks at the vegetables in July and seems to doubt his life. Later, he bought flowers and sent them to Fu Shiyan in July, which was also very wonderful! Oh, the two gods love each other! 】

[ask for the same culture online, wuwuwu, delay and have a good knock! 】

[there are already groups in CP! Let's join us quickly! 】

the program was broadcast in the evening when Fu Siyan and Qi Yue got together on the sofa after dinner.

No one was listening to what was broadcast on TV. There were only ambiguous gasps and suppressed low sobs in the room.

Finally, Fu Siyan waited on Qi Yue to take a bath. Qi Yue was lying on the big bed in the bedroom and watching the tail of the program.

This period happens to be Shaoying and Xiaodong to this period, Qi Yue saw Shaoying and Xiaodong to the B & B, Fu Shiyan left the picture.

The section where Fu Shiyan left for was cut off, and the lens was directly cut to Shaoying and Lin Kaikai.

Finally, Qi Yue saw that one minute before he came out of the live broadcast, the camera in the glass corridor captured the figure of Fu Siyan coming out of the accommodation area.

"Eh?"

Qi Yue suddenly felt a little strange when he saw this, but he soon realized that Fu Siyan might have been listening outside the door when he was broadcasting.

What did he say? Qi Yue began to trace back to his memory.

But to the end of the program, Fu Si Yan took a bath, Qi Yue did not remember what he said at that time.

No wonder Fu Shiyan's attitude towards him has changed since that day's live broadcast. He has also changed from a look that he doesn't like at all to a degree of liking of 50%.

Oh, a man of duplicity.

"Little Yue ~" Fu Si Yan came out and rushed toward Qi Yue. Qi Yue stretched his arm and pressed it on his face. He pointed to the hair dryer at the head of the bed and said, "dry your hair and come back again."

"Oh, I don't have hair." Fu Siyan, relying on his short hair, forced himself into the quilt and said, "give me a hug."

Qi Yue was still afraid of Fu Shiyan's madness just now. He looked at him with sharp eyes and looked at the quilt. His eyes separated a 38th line between them.

"Comrade Fu Siyan, pay attention to it." Qi Yue still maintained the posture of leaning against a pillow to collapse at the head of the bed, "your hair is still dripping down."

Forsyan looked at him, immediately got out of bed and ran back to the bathroom. He picked up the dry towel hanging on the wall and wiped it on his head.

The advantage of short hair is here, you can easily wipe your hair and dry it back quickly.

"I'm dry!" Fu Si Yan is like a child who asks for help from an adult. He once again gets into the quilt and holds Qi Yue's waist arch. "I don't believe you touch it."

Qi Yue stares at Fu Si Yan's head for a while, and actually reaches out to touch two.

In this way, the feeling of touching is different from the feeling of grasping when it is difficult to restrain. The soft skin of the palm of the hand can quickly catch a more normal feeling.

The hair is not very short. It is longer than the ordinary inch.

The hand feeling is not the kind of stubble in the imagination. Although it is a bit prickly, it feels surprisingly good.

"When will you keep your hair back?" Qi Yue forced Fu Si Yan to look up at him. "I still like the way you shake your hair."