Host, You're Targeted

Yan Xiunian finally finished the hot pot and returned home. As soon as he got out of the elevator, he saw Cheng Hui sitting on the trunk shaking his legs.

Cheng Hui is wearing a scarf and a mask. His hands are in the pockets of his cotton padded jacket. His long legs wrapped in black jeans are against the floor and shaking.

"Are you here?" Yan Xiunian went to take the key from his cotton padded jacket pocket, stood at the door and asked Cheng Hui, "did you wait a long time?"

Cheng Hui Ming's lips were frozen purple, but he still had to harden his scalp and say, "no, I'm just here."

Yan Xiunian said that you had been frozen like this for at least half an hour.

But he didn't tear Cheng Hui apart, because the young master wanted face very much.

"Oh, really?" Yan Xiunian took out the key to open the door.

The door locks open with a click, but Cheng Hui is still sitting on the trunk shaking his legs.

After a year's work, he asked, "you've been taking a good look at it? Don't you know the old saying "men shake poverty"? As a big star, you are shaking like a sieve. You are not afraid to be seen by others, which will damage your image? "

Yan Xiunian didn't rush in. He stood at the door and pointed to the door of 301 next door. He reminded Cheng Hui: "the aunt next door is your mother's powder. When you shake here, you should be careful not to be recognized by her. She likes you very much. Maybe she can recognize you by seeing her legs."

Cheng Huixin said that I had just been scolded by her to die of a child. How could someone be so mysterious as you said.

Cheng Hui's face is so frozen that he can't make his facial expression freely.

Yan Xiunian continued to say, "every time the aunt sees me, she will tell me that if I go to interview you, I will ask me to sign for her."

Cheng Hui said coldly, "but you didn't ask for it."

Yan Xiunian puts one hand against the door and still stands at the door talking to Cheng Hui.

"If I ask you to sign your name, you can't make up a 1500 word essay to mock me on the spot? I refuse! My aunt may not like you next month. Why should I waste my time? And I didn't interview you. "

Cheng Hui: "Yan Xiunian, I'm the sun, you big Ye!"

Yan Xiunian sneered and glanced at him up and down.

"Are you thinking about peach? Big star, stop shaking. Can't you get in? What's wrong with chatting here

Cheng Hui's upper and lower teeth collide and make a crisp sound. He stares at Yan Xiunian and says reluctantly, "I, he The feet are freezing! It's not what I want to shake! It's a stress response! You know a fart

"Good, good, I know you." Yan Xiunian stretched out his hand to pull him, "can I help you up?"

Yan Xiunian grabs Cheng Hui's arm and pulls Cheng Hui out of the trunk.

However, Cheng Hui's muscles were frozen and stiff. As soon as Yan Xiunian pulled him, he felt his muscles numb and his legs softened and he knelt down.

"Ah

Yan Xiunian hurriedly went to take Cheng Hui's waist and put the man in his arms.

The suitcase against the wall is pushed aside by Cheng Hui. He bends his knees and bumps into Yan Xiunian's arms. His whole face is buried in the soft cloth of Yan Xiunian's chest cotton padded jacket.

The aunt of 301 next door just went out to throw garbage. When she looked up, she saw the man sitting here hunched over Yan Xiunian's arms and threw himself on Yan Xiunian's chest.

"Oh, my mother!" The aunt was shocked.

Yan Xiunian nodded to his aunt, patted the back of Cheng Hui's head and said to her, "we haven't seen each other for a long time. He wanted to give me a big gift when he met. I didn't let him kneel down."