Host, You're Targeted

"Back, are you there?"

Xiao Lei's shouts are accompanied by three rhythmic knocks on the door.

The man who is pressed by Cheng Hui is stimulated by Xiao Lei's cry. He snorts and bites Cheng Hui's neck.

Cheng Hui gives a low smile, takes his hand out of Yan Xiunian's clothes and holds up his broken hair hanging over his eyes.

"What's the matter?" Cheng Hui put one hand around Yan Xiunian's head and gave him a kiss on his red ear. "Little reporter, this speed is not very good!"

Yan Xiunian's whole person is soft. He stares at Cheng Hui with red eyes, and his brain is buzzing. He can't say anything.

"Back?" Xiao Lei is still knocking at the door.

Cheng Hui ignores him. He pulls some paper towels from the tea table and pecks Yan Xiunian's red eyes with his head tilted.

"Don't move!"

Yan Xiunian grabbed Cheng Hui's hand, bit his lower lip, and opened his eyes to see him. His voice, which was full of confidence, suddenly changed its tune.

"Cheng Hui..."

Cheng Hui falls on Yan Xiunian and laughs in a low voice. The voice is not big enough for Yan Xiunian to hear.

"Don't be so stingy. Tell me not to move when you've finished? I'll clean it up for you

Yan Xiunian was angry and ashamed by Cheng Hui's words, but his mind was empty. He couldn't think of anything to scold Cheng Hui.

Finally, he could only hum several times with anger. While pounding Cheng Hui's shoulder and grabbing his hair, he swore in a low voice: "Little Wang Ba!"

"Little bastard, little bastard!" Cheng Hui conveniently pulled some paper towels from the tea table. "I'll take it as a nickname, and now I'm lying on you in a big font. In this way, it's really like losing it with Wang ba."

Yan Xiunian was so angry that he lost his voice and pulled Cheng Hui's hair with red eyes.

"Pull it Cheng Hui was in a good mood. "Anyway, you don't want me to make a movie. I'll do it again later. It's just that you don't make such a fuss that people can see what we've done at a glance

Yan Xiunian: "it's You really I'm dying... "

Cheng Hui arranges Yan Xiunian's clothes with a smile. He lies in his ear and whispers, "is it cool?"

Yan Xiunian kicked him out directly.

"Cheng Hui, what medicine did you take today?" Is Yan Nian sitting up for me

Cheng kneaded his waist and nodded: "yes, or you won't be fooled by me here."

Yan Xiunian covered his face and sighed. If he hadn't been worried about Cheng Hui's waist injury, for fear that he would hurt Cheng Hui if he struggled, he would have kicked him away.

"Don't just talk about me!" Cheng Hui throws the tissue in his hand into the garbage can. "I think you just enjoyed it..."

Before the words fell, Yan Xiunian jumped up from the sofa and jumped over to pinch Cheng's neck.

Cheng Hui quickly closed his mouth and stretched out his hands to him: "no, no, no! I was wrong! I was wrong! I enjoy it alone... "

Yan Xiunian was so angry that he stood on the sofa and looked down at him: "tell me more!"

"I won't say it. I won't say it." Cheng Hui put one hand in front of him, and the other hand zipped up his mouth. "I don't want to talk about it. Don't be excited. It's all my fault. I shouldn't try to prove that I have nothing to do with you, let alone... "

"Shut up!" Yan Xiunian leaned down and covered Cheng Hui's mouth. "Are you going to be the first man to die in my hands?"