Host, You're Targeted

Before walking out of the toilet, Yan Xiunian also stripped Cheng Hui of his dirty work clothes.

Cheng Hui is so unprepared that his coat covers his chest and gives Yan Xiunian a frightened look.

"What are you doing?" Cheng asked.

However, Yan Xiunian ignored him, stripped off his clothes and pulled the buttons of his cotton padded jacket.

"Chua" zipper to the bottom, Yan Xiunian took off his cotton padded jacket, handed it to Cheng Hui, and ordered him to "put it on."

Cheng Hui covers his chest, looks at his clothes and looks at Yan Xiunian. He doesn't dare to take it.

Yan Xiunian uttered a "tut" and put on his cotton padded jacket for the patient who was injured in the waist but was still thinking of something messy in his brain.

"Do you know what the temperature is outside?" Yan Xiunian put Cheng Hui's hand into the sleeve of his cotton padded jacket. "Now you have a long sleeve. Do you want to get frostbite if you wear work clothes directly?"

The height difference between the two was only a few centimeters, and Yan Xiunian's cotton padded jacket could be worn by Cheng.

Cheng Hui was half forced into his cotton padded jacket by Yan Xiunian, watching him pull up the zipper and button up again.

When Yan Xiunian pushed his hand into his sleeve with his head on his side, his wide white sweater turned to one side, revealing his beautiful curved clavicle.

Cheng Hui feels a little out of breath.

Is the toilet too heated? He felt hot when he put on Yan Xiunian's sweater.

"The restaurant I ordered is not far away from the hospital. It's just a few steps away. It's just a long way to go." Yan Xiunian said.

Cheng Hui nods his head dully and follows Yan Xiunian out with the same hands and feet.

Before reaching the hospital gate, Cheng Hui suddenly feels something in his pocket vibrates.

Before he reached for the zipper, Yan Xiunian reached out.

Two pairs of distinct bony joints, long fingers touching Cheng Hui's waist, Cheng Hui's cold hands touching Yan Xiunian's warm hands, subconsciously want to retract.

Just a second before he retracted his hand, Yan Xiunian's hand grabbed him up.

Yan Xiunian asked coldly, "Why are your hands so cold?"

Cheng Hui looks down at Yan Xiunian and can't speak.

Yan Xiunian tugged at the corner of his mouth, let go of his hand, took out the mobile phone in his pocket, unlocked it and looked at the news.

The news is from Xiao Lei that he has already started.

Yan Xiunian back a good, put the mobile phone into his pants buttock pocket.

Cheng retracts his cold hand, trying to hide it.

"Where to hide?" Yan Xiunian said in a deep voice, "do you know that you are a patient now? Won't you say it when it's cold? Are you a fool? "

Cheng Hui had no choice but to lie and say, "you may not believe me. I am a cold-blooded animal. My hands and feet are cold in winter."

Yan Xiunian said that you fart. You wake up in my bed like a stove every morning.

He grabs Cheng Hui's wrist angrily, puts his cold hand into the pocket of his padded jacket, and orders him not to take it out with a cold face.

"We're going out to eat now. You should pay attention when you walk. If you have low back pain, you should say it in time. Don't hold on. Face can't be used as a meal. And now there are no fans."

Speaking of this, Yan Xiunian lifted the hat of his cotton padded jacket and put it on Cheng Hui's head. Then he pulled down the elastic rope of his hat and buried Cheng Hui's face in his hat.

Cheng reaches back and struggles to loosen the rope a little, revealing half his face to breathe.

"It doesn't matter." Cheng replied, "did you hurt your waist? Don't make a fuss because you haven't hurt your muscles and bones again. "

Yan Xiunian solemnly replied: "no, we need to pay attention to it. Men's waist is very important."