Host, You're Targeted

The viewing platform of the room is facing the center of the stage, with the right height, which can clearly see the flow of people and the scene of the stage.

Court yuan bit ice sugar gourd, incredibly looking at a face calm Yan Huai.

Isn't it?

It's not a brothel of Yaozi. It's so ambiguous to ask maid to serve?

Can you still do this?

But what makes Tingyuan shocked is that Yanhuai actually likes the girl with water spirit.

Why is it straight again?

You're not human, can't you change your taste?

look at me, how handsome I am, how handsome, and how sweet I am, but the handsome brother who I rarely see in thousand years is me.

Where am I worse than those servant girls with water spirit?

I am also very water!

Tingyuan's gloomy expression expressed all his feelings and thoughts in his heart.

TingYang was very happy to watch.

He didn't misunderstand. It seems that there is something between his childe and the little bookboy!

He had long felt that it was not right. Yan Huai, a cold-blooded and merciless man, could have been so interested in a naughty little fart child.

But after Ting yuan completely became human and became cute because of his mental injury, he understood.

Yan Huai likes the Tingyuan.

What he ran into just before he entered the door might be what Yanhuai wanted to force Tingyuan to do.

Tingyuan is a vegetable chicken who can't do any Kung Fu. It's not a matter of minutes for Yanhuai to eat dry and wipe it clean?

Yan Huai is an old fox over 200 years old.

Smart TingYang out of the fog, but also understand the current situation.

Take a look at his childe's smile or not, and then look at Tingyuan, who is leaning against the other side of the private room.

Those who have eyes can see what's going on.

As for Tingyuan himself TingYang felt that he was no different from being blind.

Tingyuan is still too tender.

But Yan Huai's identity, if really and court yuan together, it will inevitably cause a bloodbath.

TingYang has considered the future of Yanhuai and Tingyuan, but Tingyuan is still breathing.

This is probably the difference between a smart bodyguard and a clumsy little schoolboy with a bad skull.

Some people can close protection, some people only suitable for warm bed at night, it is not unreasonable.

In TingYang divergent thinking, is about to laugh when the sound, just quit the boy with the servant girl.

Five servant girls in blue, white and pink clothes came in quickly with small steps. Each of them lowered their heads slightly and put their hands together to show their appearance.

"Young master." The boy went to Yan Huai, bent over and motioned to him, "these are the new servant girls in our building. Do you have a look?"

Yan Huai patted the clothes on his lower body, stood up with the table, and deliberately walked from the court yuan.

When passing by Tingyuan's side, he also deliberately put the fan into his arms.

Tingyuan held the ice sugar gourd in one hand and held Yan Huai's fan in the other hand. His face was puzzled.

Yanhuai has already walked towards those maids. The opposite TingYang takes the opportunity to wink at the court yuan and signals that the court yuan will follow.

Tingyuan looks down at the fan in his arms. His teeth bite into the last hawthorn on the chain of iced sugar gourd. He loses his stick and chews the hawthorn, and follows Yan Huai.

Court yuan just stood behind Yan Huai, Yan Huai stretched out his hand to him.

He looked at the hand in front of him with a strange look on his face.

"Fans." TingYang warned in a low voice.