Host, You're Targeted

"Dong Dong -"

when the knock on the door sounded, Liang Jingyi just came out of the bathroom after taking a bath.

He hung the towel on his head on the shelf at the door of the bathroom, strode towards the door, and took out a pair of home slippers the size of his feet from the porch shoe rack.

When he opened the door, he saw that it was Fu Jiyao.

"Come in," he said, stepping back from the porch and pointing to the shoes at the door. "Where are the slippers?"

Seeing that Liang Jingyi was not surprised at his arrival, Fu Jiyao's prepared greetings were all useless, and he was just as deflated as a basketball.

But because of the thick skin and good quality, I can't see that I'm out of breath, unless I poke it.

But Liang Jingyi has already turned around and walked to the TV cabinet in the living room.

"Why are you not surprised?" Fu Jiyao came in carrying something and closed the door of Liang Jingyi's house.

Liang Jingyi sat down on the carpet in front of the TV cabinet, plugged in the hair dryer and began to blow his hair.

The sound of the hair dryer blows Fu Jiyao's problem far and far. Liang Jingyi holds the hair dryer with his eyes down and immerses himself in the hot wind.

Fu Jiyao changed his slippers and came over. Hearing the sound of the hair dryer, he knew that Liang Jingyi had not heard him.

He was not in a hurry. He put the things he had brought up on the tea table and found a seat on the sofa facing Liang Jingyi, who was sitting on the ground.

There was only the sound of the hair dryer in the room. He took a pillow to hold it in his arms and collapsed in the sofa in a very casual and comfortable position.

The fluorescent lamp in the living room is a new one, and the light shed does not take any selfishness, showing the original color of all the objects in the night.

The warm yellow incandescent lamp has been replaced and sealed in the past garbage can. The black inner shell left by the burning tungsten wire is its protective clothing for itself.

The sound of the hair dryer suddenly stopped. Fu Jiyao took back the sight of Liang Jingyi's family and transferred it to Liang Jingyi.

Liang Jingyi also sat on the ground with legs folded, his fingers inserted into the dark brown hair, and casually picked up half dry hair.

Like a girl whose skin is like snow, she lifted her skirt and stepped into the grass with bare feet. Her snow-white feet went into the grass knee high, but she could not stop her happy pace.

After grabbing the hair for two times, Liang Jingyi turns on the hair dryer again and blows at the hair that hasn't dried thoroughly.

Fu Jiyao waited patiently until Liang Jingyi's hair was almost completely dry by blowing, and then he put down the hair dryer and got up from the carpet.

"Why are you not surprised at all?" Fu Jiyao looked at him and sat down beside him. "Don't you wonder why I came to you?"

Liang Jingyi took up the kettle on the tea table and poured a cup of water to Fu Jiyao. He handed it to him and poured himself a glass of water.

"Do you need to think about it? Either to visit the new neighbor or to see my little nephew for your father. " Liang Jingyi said.

Fu Jiyao picked up the beautiful porcelain cup, hummed twice and took a sip of tea.

The taste of tea melts on the tip of your tongue. Well, it's not tea, it's plain water.

Fu Ji thought, Liang Jingyi actually took boiled water to treat me.

Liang Jingyi sipped the water in the cup and saw the gift box he put on the tea table. "What did you bring?"

Looking at the shape of the gift box, Liang Jingyi felt that the contents were like a jar of wine.