Host, You're Targeted

More than eight o'clock, the city has awakened from sleep, but the winter sun is still lying behind the clouds.

White clouds occupy the position above people's field of vision, the cold covers the city, people walking in the street in a hurry.

Yan Xiunian zipped the zipper to the top, and left over the button that had never been buttoned on his fingertips. He slipped through the white air and black down jacket cloth that he uttered when he spoke, and hid in his sleeve.

"Your beauty?" Yan Xiunian looked at the impatient Cheng Hui from a distance of one meter, and asked, "am I jealous that you didn't brush your teeth and wash your face in the morning, or the saliva marks on the corner of your mouth?"

Even though he has been brainwashing himself, and the target of his strategy is his future boyfriend, Yan Xiunian still can't help but hate this arrogant little Wang ba.

It's a bad face.

Cheng Hui, who had been growing up with a gold spoon in his head, had never heard of this before when Cheng Hai stopped him from entering the entertainment industry. Now, Yan Xiunian said this with a cold face, and his face immediately collapsed.

"You..." Cheng Hui, who has always maintained a good image of an actor, wants to take it back, but after thinking about it for a long time, he can't think of anything but shut his mouth bitterly.

First, he didn't know what to scold Yan Xiunian. Second, he was Yan Xiunian. Now it's too normal for him to pick out the thorn.

Thinking of this, Cheng Hui can only turn around and drill into the nanny's car.

"Don't go in a hurry." With a shy face, Yan Xiunian got in before Cheng Hui closed the back door. "I have something else to tell you."

Looking at the car door closing behind Yan Xiunian, Cheng Hui's face was livid with anger. He gritted his teeth and yelled with trembling, "get out of here!"

"Tut." Yan Xiunian took out the deaf ear that was almost yelled at by Cheng Hui, patted Cheng Hui on the shoulder and said, "young man, don't be so impatient, OK? I told you something else. "

The assistant in the driver's seat in the front row looked at his family's artistic popularity and trembled. He immediately came around from the front to drive Yan Xiunian, an unknown person.

"Don't be nervous. Don't get excited." Yan Xiunian pushed the palm of his hand toward his assistant. With his other hand, he zipped his cotton padded jacket and took out the press card in his pocket. "I'm Yan Xiunian, a reporter from Lvcheng TV station. I'm going to interview your family and go back to my little brother."

The assistant took Yan Xiunian's press card and looked at it carefully. After confirming that the certificate was true, he returned it to Yan Xiunian.

Cheng Hui turned his eyes angrily and said, "I care who you are! Get out of here

In the process of hiding, Yan Xiunian kicked his foot back and said, "Oh, I said, don't be excited. I said I'm going to interview you! If you don't believe it... "

Cheng Hui's face was full of anger. He raised his voice and interrupted Yan Xiunian's words. He said coldly: "it's the first time that I heard that you are going to interview me here. There is no radio microphone, no recording pen or camera. Do you come to interview with your press card? Or are you going to interview with ideas? "

Yan Xiunian silently pulled the corner of his paralyzed mouth and said to Cheng calmly, "this is my future boyfriend, I'm not angry." then he calmly said to Cheng, "I mean, I'm waiting for the same destination as you, so you shouldn't mind if I take a free ride."

"Oh." Cheng Hui grinned at Yan Xiunian with a grin, "I mind, so you open the door and roll yourself."