Host, You're Targeted

With memory, he comes to Yan Xiunian's house. Cheng Hui puts down his suitcase and tidies up his appearance at the dim reflecting wooden door. Then he raises his hand to knock on the door.

He thought that Yan Xiunian, wrapped in a big cotton padded jacket, scratched his hair haggardly. However, no one came to open the door until Cheng Hui knocked out the rhythm of the knock.

Cheng Hui vaguely feels that something is wrong.

He picked up his cell phone and looked at the time. It was five past seven.

Lvcheng news broadcast has just ended.

Yan Xiunian is a reporter who often goes to the field to record interviews.

Now, Cheng Hui finally understands what's wrong - Yan Xiunian hasn't finished work yet!

Cheng Hui's face broke down in an instant. He simply sat on the suitcase against the wall, supporting a pair of long legs and doubting life in the cold outdoor.

In the first few minutes, Cheng Hui was able to play with his mobile phone while waiting for Yan Xiunian to return.

But before long, his fingers froze, and his cell phone was frozen into a hard piece of iron by the sub zero temperature.

Cheng Hui puts his mobile phone and hands in his pocket, purses his lips and sits on the trunk motionless.

Why is Lvcheng not heated in winter! Why?

Cheng Hui waited for a while. His teeth were shaking with cold.

If Yan Xiunian was here, he would have to make fun of him and say, "are you so coquettish? Would you like to have my contact number, send me a message or call me and die on the spot or what? "

But Yan Xiunian was not there. He was eating hot pot with his colleagues.

Cheng Hui, leaning against the cold wall, shrinks more and more tightly. After a few minutes, he finally can't stand it. He suddenly lifts his foot from the trunk and stands on the ground.

The frozen feet suddenly stepped on the ground, and a feeling of crispy numbness went straight to the sky from the soles of the feet.

This sour makes Cheng Hui almost leave this beautiful world on the spot.

Cheng Hui takes out his mobile phone and looks at the time at 7:36 p.m.

Yan Xiunian has not come back.

After the numbness of the soleplate subsides, Cheng looks around the corridors on both sides, takes out the masks from his pocket and puts them on again. He jumps from the corridor here to the corridor over there, and then jumps from the corridor to the corridor.

After jumping for about two or three times, Cheng Hui finally got warm.

All of a sudden, Cheng Hui hears the sound of the door lock opening, and immediately bounces up. On tiptoe, he sits back on the trunk with lightning speed.

Then, the door of 301 next door to Yan Xiunian's house opened, and an aunt wrapped in an army green coat up to her ankle poked out her head.

Cheng Hui, still wearing a mask, sits upright on the trunk, pretending nothing happened just now.

Auntie is still looking around. Cheng Hui raises his eyes with a guilty heart, just in time to bump into his aunt's eyes.

Aunt's eyes with a murderous spirit, the tone is not good to ask him: "was you running here?"

Cheng Hui is stunned for half a second, and his mobile phone almost falls down.

Survival instinct made him shake his head, pulled down his mask, pointed to the stairs downstairs, and lied: "just a few children were playing here."

The aunt wrapped up the military coat and said angrily, "which dead child! I can't sleep well because of the noise! I just woke up crying, so that I can't even watch the live TV play that my Cheng played back! If I know where the dead child is hopping around at night, I'll take his pants off

Auntie swearing back to her home, "bang" of the door let Cheng Hui shiver.