Host, You're Targeted

"You Don't you feel afraid? "

Cheng Hui's voice is shaking. He can't believe that Yan Xiunian didn't respond.

Yan Xiunian looked at him for a long time before he lowered his eyes and looked at the floor. He put away all his tender love.

When he looked up again, Yan Xiunian regained his cold look, and there was no emotion in his big eyes. He said to Cheng, "I am a reporter. Although I am not a reporter of" anecdotes and secrets ", I have seen a lot of strange news in the past few years. And I've figured out the most ridiculous things that could happen since I found you in my house to fill in all kinds of reasons. It's too late to be surprised

After listening to Yan Xiunian's explanation, Cheng Hui's expression suddenly changed.

Cheng Hui's expression is very complicated. It is hard to say whether he is grateful or palpitating. It seems that he is grateful that Yan Xiunian did not regard him as a monster, or that he is distressed that such a reporter knows about him.

Cheng Hui is very easy to be influenced by emotions. Whenever something happens, his emotions will immediately appear on his face. Yan Xiunian, who is good at finding small details, is a good observer of words and deeds. He can easily understand Cheng Hui.

Good at the present, Yan Xiunian just saw Cheng Hui's tangled expression and knew what he was thinking.

In order to amuse Cheng Hui, Yan Xiunian, a facial paralysis, said, "but I didn't expect that you would be associated with my cat. In fact, I was afraid that I would sleep after polishing the cat every day, but I woke up the next morning and saw a naked man. Although the structure of the human body is beautiful from an aesthetic point of view, I am a shallow person, and my appreciation of human body aesthetics is limited to above the abdomen and below the thigh, and other parts are just... "

Before Yan Xiunian's words are finished, Cheng Hui throws him out of the room with a cold face.

"Shut up and get out of here!"

After being driven out by Cheng Hui, Yan Xiunian didn't turn around and bang on the gate. He just tidied up his cotton padded jacket, looked at the assistant who had been looking at him anxiously downstairs, and walked slowly down the stairs.

The assistant probably stayed with Cheng Hui for a long time, and the expression on his face was easy to understand. He was worried about something between Yan Xiunian and Cheng Hui!

After all, many people subconsciously think that they are paparazzi when they mention journalists, and paparazzi and stars exist like natural enemies.

Although Yan Xiunian's face was cold, his heart was hot. He said directly to his assistant, "Cheng Hui has nothing to do. Don't worry."

After Yan Xiunian went downstairs, he patted his assistant on the shoulder. Under the gaze of the assistant, terby sat on the sofa in the living room.

The assistant turned to look at Yan Xiunian, who was sitting here, and then looked at the closed door upstairs. After weighing and weighing, he went to Yan Xiunian's side.

Yan Xiunian was not at all restrained when he sat on the sofa. He laughed at the restrained assistant and asked, "are you Cheng Hui's assistant? What do you call it? "

The assistant looked a little older than Cheng Hui, but he was very shy.

After Yan Xiunian asked questions, he looked down and thought for a long time before he said, "call me Xiaolei."

Yan Xiunian nodded, simply took out his mobile phone, opened the recording software, and wanted to take advantage of this time to interview Yan Xiunian's assistant.

"As I told you before, I'm going to interview Cheng Hui later. Before that, may I ask your impression of Cheng Hui first?"