Host, You're Targeted

The assistant drives the car to Cheng Hui's villa, and Cheng Hui gets off the car quickly, wrapped in his big cotton padded jacket.

As soon as he got out of the air-conditioned car, Cheng Hui felt the cold air coming from the bottom of his feet. He wrapped up his cotton padded jacket and walked forward without turning back. He thought he was an assistant when he heard the footsteps coming up the stairs behind him.

Cheng Hui quickened his steps up the stairs. Hearing the footsteps behind him, he also stepped up to follow him. He turned his face slightly and said to the people behind him, "look at that reporter. I'm afraid he will take pictures and move my things."

Yan Xiunian, who followed him, nodded and agreed: "OK, I'll look at it. I won't move anything. Don't worry about it."

When Cheng Hui heard Yan Xiunian's voice, his steps were disordered and he almost fell down.

Yan Xiunian called out after him: "Oh, be careful!"

Cheng Hui holds the handrail of the stairs in time, and Yan Xiunian rushes to him at the moment when he is about to fall.

"Don't touch me." Cheng Hui frowned and blocked Yan Xiunian's hand. "What are you doing with me?"

After being blocked by Cheng Hui, Yan Xiunian puts his hand back into his pocket. His face does not change because he is frustrated here.

"I don't move you, I don't move."

With these words, Yan Xiunian really stood upright with the handrail of the stairs, waiting for Cheng to go back to the last stair and go up the corridor, then he slowly followed up.

Cheng Hui stands at the door of the room, turns to look at him, frowns and looks at him strangely.

"What are you doing with me?" Cheng Hui blocked the door of his bedroom and refused to let Yan Xiunian go in. "Do you still say you are not a paparazzi? What are you doing with me in my bedroom? Are you going to watch me change? "

Yan Xiunian spread out his hands and made a helpless gesture. He stepped back to keep the distance between Cheng Hui and Yan Xiunian and said, "I follow you into the bedroom just to get evidence."

Cheng Hui's face is puzzled. Just about to curse, he sees Yan Xiunian, who is paralyzed, pointing to his bedroom.

"The surveillance showed that it was the cat that I carried home, but it turned out to be you when I got up in the morning, so I'd venture to guess that you might have gone through something incredible when you went to bed at night." Yan Xiunian was not flustered when he told the story. "The surveillance didn't catch you sleepwalking naked at my door, and my window was closed. So why did you suddenly appear and why my cat disappeared suddenly? I think there must be a connection between the two."

Yan Xiunian solemnly finished this sentence, and Cheng Hui was blown up again.

"I fuckin '"

"Ah, ah, ah!" Yan Xiunian immediately raised his chin and pointed back to Cheng. He interrupted him, "you are a public figure! Don't breathe fragrance! I said, these are my guesses, so I'm going to follow you to your bedroom and have a look. I'm not doing anything

Cheng Hui closed his eyes, clenched his hands and took a deep breath. He breathed out all the turbid gas in his chest, glared at Yan Xiunian and said, "you'd better not do anything, just have a look, or if you expose anything about my house, I will send a microblog saying that you molested me, stripped me naked and threw me on your sofa! Anyway, the monitor has a display! Don't blame me for your unkindness

Yan Xiunian looks at Cheng Hui, whose eyes are staring like a big iron ball. He nods and agrees with him helplessly. He is just like coaxing a child.

"I swear, I'm just looking, OK?" Yan Xiunian said.