Host, You're Targeted

On the day of the death of nightmare, Yan Xiunian came from Lvcheng and crossed thousands of mountains and rivers just to send a bunch of flowers back to Cheng.

When Cheng Hui saw Yan Xiunian, he was still surprised for a long time. He said why no one sent him flowers. It turned out that Yan Xiunian was waiting here.

It was a fine day on the day of shaqing. After the beginning of spring, the weather gradually became warmer.

Cheng Hui only wears a thin long windbreaker. Looking at Yan Xiunian who is holding flowers, he suddenly comes up with an idea -- is this person real? Is this man holding a rose to propose to him? Is this man finally going to be public with him?

However, Yan Xiunian just put the flowers in Cheng Hui's hand, stood in front of him, bent his eyes and laughed.

"Happy killing."

Cheng Hui takes the flowers in a dull way and pokes Yan Xiunian's cheek.

A warm touch came from the fingertips.

There are many station sisters and reporters holding long guns and short guns around the scene. Yan Xiunian is afraid that Cheng Hui's reputation will be affected, so he steps back to avoid Cheng Hui's hand.

"Why?" Yan Xiunian stuffed the flowers into Cheng Hui's arms and took out his hand. He lowered his voice and said, "there are so many people shooting around here."

Cheng picked up his eyebrows, looked down at the bouquet and said, "I'm not afraid."

The crew members are walking around. Cheng Hui pulls Yan Xiunian's arm and pulls him to the director.

Just now, when the director was handing a bouquet to the male and female masters, he saw Yan Xiunian coming and left wisely.

Now the director is taking a picture with Lin Shan and them. Cheng Hui drags Yan Xiunian over.

Yan Xiunian sidestepped away from the staff carrying the equipment and nodded to the staff.

Cheng Hui holds the flower in one hand and finds that Yan Xiunian is behind. He naturally stops and reaches back to pull Yan Xiunian.

Yan Xiunian helped the staff, turned around and trotted two steps to catch up. There was no hand to pull Cheng back.

"What are you doing? I'm not afraid? " Yan Xiunian looked at Cheng's extended hand with a low smile, "do you really want to be open today?"

Cheng Hui follows him forward and reaches for his shoulder.

"Publicity is not out of the question." Cheng replied.

"Really?" Yan Xiunian didn't care at all, "what do you do when you're banned from the public?"

Cheng Hui pressed down his eyebrows to make a helpless expression and said, "then go home and inherit the family property."

Yan Xiunian grabs Cheng Hui's arm, covers his face and laughs in a low voice.

The director took a picture with Lin Shan and them not far from them. When he saw them coming, he waved to them.

"Come on, let's take a picture together!"

As soon as Yan Xiunian was about to go forward, he was pulled back to his arms by Cheng Hui.

Cheng Hui holds flowers in one hand and Yan Xiunian in the other. He pulls him around and looks at the crowd holding long guns and short guns nearby.

"Which side?" Cheng asked.

Knowing that Cheng Hui was talking about the reporter's direction, Yan Xiunian quickly glanced around with his deer eye radar, pointing to the direction where most media reporters and station sisters were.

"There."

"OK!"

Cheng Hui aims at the place where the cameras are the most. He holds Yan Xiunian's hand, lifts it around his neck and pinches his chin.

Then Cheng Hui breaks Yan Xiunian's face and kisses him in front of many cameras.

Cheng Hui: I have a big boy I like very much. I met him in the cold winter. I want to go through the warm spring with him and pass the hot summer. I also want to hold hands with him in autumn night and kiss him in the quilt in every cold night in the future. I like him very much. When I like him, everyone says he is unworthy, but I just like him. Like the future with him every day. @Reporter Yan Xiunian]