Host, You're Targeted

Yan Xiunian's family is a building built on the side of the road. The property lives on the first floor. Yan Xiunian takes Cheng back to the next elevator and enters the security duty room.

"Hello, excuse me. This is Yan Xiunian, a resident of 302." Yan Xiunian casually found an excuse to check the monitoring and said, "I heard something outside last night at home, and I didn't sleep well all night. So I want to see the monitoring last night and find out whether it's the sound outside the window or someone at my door."

After understanding the situation and verifying Yan Xiunian's identity information, the security guard asked them to sit on the sofa and wait for a while, and then they went to the computer to tune in and monitor.

Yan Xiunian was supposed to accompany Cheng back to watch the surveillance, but after five minutes of monitoring, the computer still hasn't come out.

When Yan Xiunian was thinking about whether to go to work first, Xiao Dadong's message came.

[Xiao Dadong: reporter Yan, your schedule has changed temporarily this morning. You usually arrive at the office at this point. Why haven't you come today? I'm waiting for you to send you a mission! 】

when Yan Xiunian saw the news, he immediately put the mobile phone dialog box in front of Cheng Hui, shaking it in front of his eyes, and explained, "have you seen it, too? I'm busy with my work. Just watch the monitoring here alone. I'll go first! Sorry

Cheng Hui grabs Yan Xiunian's wrist indifferently and drags him back with a hard hand.

"Where to go?" Cheng Hui raised his eyelids lazily, staring at him with a kind of indifferent eyes, "do you want to run before the monitoring has found out? I tell you that I am a public figure. If you are put on the Internet by me, it will not be a matter that can be solved by law and law. "

Yan Xiunian:

He also looks at Cheng Hui indifferently, and can only sit back to Cheng Hui's side.

However, as soon as his buttocks were on the sofa, Cheng Hui poked his arm with a finger, glanced at him askance, and said, "don't get so close to me."

Yan Xiunian's face was paralyzed and his facial expression was enriched by Cheng Hui's anger. He lifted the wrist that Cheng Hui still held in his hand, indicating that Cheng Hui didn't want double marks.

You're pulling me. You think I'm close to you? Why are you so busy? Are you a troublemaker?

However, Cheng Hui just glanced at their wrists and said in an extremely plain tone: "I don't like you to be so close to me. Is there any contradiction between my dragging you and your running?"

Yan Xiunian wanted to slap Cheng Hui in the face, but for the sake of this man as his future boyfriend, he tolerated.

"No contradiction." Be neither hot nor cold, Yan said. "You are right, you big star has the final say, my little reporter runs with public opinion, and my thoughts are not important at all."

Cheng Hui took the look on his face and returned it. He said, "if you make complaints about this, you may still be a little persuasive."

Yan Xiunian: "ha ha, I'm sorry, my face is paralyzed."

Cheng Hui: "Oh, ha ha, you are great."

The security guard over there finally found the monitor and asked the two of them to see it.

Cheng Hui does not care what Yan Xiunian is doing, but directly pulls him forward.

Yan Xiunian, who was organizing words to give Xiao Dadong a message, was suddenly pulled up and almost dropped his mobile phone with a slip of his hand. He managed to stabilize himself and stood in front of the monitoring system. Looking down, he found that his hand had just sent Xiao Dadong an expression package.

[Yan Xiunian: (you may die if I slap you. JPG)]