Host, You're Targeted

It's still a short day to get up in winter.

However, because he was used to getting up in the morning and going to work in the dark, he left his warm quilt without any nostalgia after the alarm clock rang.

"Good morning. It's cloudy today. The temperature is 10-3 degrees below zero. It's suitable for coats and down coats. When the weather turns cold, please keep warm."

The emotional female voice broadcast the temperature with the "Ding Ding" sound of the alarm clock. Yan Xiunian yawned, put on long sleeves and plush jeans, opened the wardrobe and took out a sweater cover from inside.

Pulling down his sweater, he suddenly remembered that the ninth day of junior high was still at home. He yawned out of the bedroom and saw the cat's nest on the back of the sofa.

Yan Xiu said in a young voice, "good morning on the ninth day of junior high school."

However, when Yan Xiunian walked to the cat's nest by pulling the hem of his sweater, he found that there was no cat in the cat's nest.

"Well?"

A question mark rose from Yan Xiunian's mind. He lifted the cat's nest and looked at the floor. It was bright and clean, and even reflected his face.

So Yan Xiunian put down his cat's nest and looked under the sofa. There was still no figure in junior high school.

Yan Xiunian saw the other end from the bottom of the sofa and went to the back of the sofa on the other side next to the floor.

"Ninth day, ninth day, don't tease my brother, ninth day of junior high school..."

While shouting, Yan Xiunian felt the back of the sofa surrounded by a square and three sides. He couldn't find the figure of the ninth day of junior high school, or even a cat's hair.

Where has the cat gone?

Yan Xiunian got up from the ground, pulled his clothes, stretched his neck and swept around the room.

However, there is no figure in every corner.

Yan Xiunian grabbed his hair, turned his eyes in the room, and muttered to himself, "where is this going? Strange Horizontal trough

Yan Xiunian's murmur suddenly changed his tune. He covered his mouth, widened his eyes, looked at the people lying on the sofa and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

Why is there a naked man on his sofa?!

And why is this man so familiar?!

Yan Xiunian was frightened to break the sound of the cry wake up the man on the sofa, he frowned, impatiently turned over, turned his face into the sofa.

Yan Xiunian:

He looked at the white man on the sofa in amazement and rubbed his eyes as hard as he could.

However, no matter how he rubbed his eyes, there was a naked man lying on the sofa.

"Me, shit"

Yan Xiunian's eyes almost glared out. His surprise overcame his fear. For a moment, he didn't know what to do. His legs seemed to be filled with lead and could not move on the ground.

The man lying on the sofa stretched out his hand on the back of the sofa and found that his hands felt different. He immediately jumped up from the sofa.

"Damn it?" The man sat up and looked at himself, "what's the situation?"

The man didn't know what the situation was. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Yan Xiunian who was numb in front of the sofa.

He quickly grabbed a pillow to block the key parts, and roared at Yan Xiunian: "wipe! It's you again! What did you do to me? What about my clothes? You're a pervert, aren't you? Shit! Come on

Yan Xiunian looked at the man who had been swearing all the time on the sofa and recognized that this man was Cheng Hui.