Host, You're Targeted

At the moment of leaving the clinic, Liang Jingyi felt that the weight of the person he was holding was withdrawn.

"Hard work, you accompany me to act." Fu Jiyao's hand is still on his shoulder and looks at him with a bright smile.

Liang Jingyi didn't throw his hand off his shoulder. He looked at him without saying a word and went on.

It was not until he turned a corner that Liang Jingyi slapped him in the hand.

"Hands, go down." Liang Jingyi said concisely.

Fu Jiyao snorted discontentedly. He took his hand off his shoulder and kneaded his hand in front of his face.

"Look! It's all red! You are a cruel man Fu Jiyao complained.

Liang Jingyi glanced at Fu Jiyao's hand, which turned red.

Fu Jiyao's hands are not like the hands that have been trained for a long time, but like hands that can be used as hand models.

How did this man get into the police?

The front is the CT room. Liang Jingyi stops and looks at him from the side of the corridor.

The lights in the hospital don't work, cold lights line up on the narrow ceiling, and the surrounding walls are covered with snow-white tiles.

The cool color environment makes Liang Jingyi's expressionless face even colder.

He looked at Fu Jiyao and said, "do you really want to take CT? Two hundred dollars at a time. Would you like to tell Dr. Lin your identity? Why do you want to play such an embarrassing play? You don't have to spend that 200 on a CT, it's not a real headache

"How do you know I don't have a headache?" Fu Jiyao laughed and walked closer to him, almost standing close to his face. "I don't know who's tracking you. To be on the safe side, you can't reveal your identity casually. Unless you ask for help and arrest the prisoner, the police card will show up."

Liang Jingyi stepped back and Fu Jiyao went forward.

"Besides, I have a lot of money. It doesn't matter if I take a CT. It's just a brain examination. You have to do it all, or how can you let others stay with you without suspicion? "

With these words, Fu Jiyao suddenly raised his hand to touch Liang Jingyi's face.

Liang Jingyi ducked his head.

"You have something on your hair." Fu Jiyao laughingly looked at him, "what are you hiding from? Think I'm going to touch you

Liang Jingyi dodged his eyes and bit his lips. He pretended that what he had just dodged didn't happen at all.

"I didn't hide," he said stiffly. "I just want to cough suddenly. I can't cough in your face."

Fu Jiyao's chuckle came out of the open corridor.

There is no one else in the corridor. Now we have just arrived at work. The patients who come to see a doctor have not come to the CT room.

Liang Jingyi bit his lower lip, and there were white teeth marks on the thin lips because they were pressed by the teeth.

He quickly retracted his teeth and his lower lip returned to its original color.

"Is there anything else in my hair?" Liang Jingyi asked not very kindly.

Fu Jiyao raised his eyes and looked at Liang Jingyi's hair, which even had no miscellaneous hair. He nodded with a smile, "and do you want to take it down for you?"

"Please."

Dark brown hair in the rendering of the cold light was dyed with a layer of snow-white light, like a fairy falling from the sky in winter, accidentally fell into the snow pit, and scrambled out to adapt to this world, but forgot to wipe off the snow on his head.

"Call brother, and brother will take it down for you."