Host, You're Targeted

Just for a night snack, Fu Jiyao Leng stayed at Liang Jingyi's house until 12 o'clock before leaving, and was still driven out by Liang Jingyi.

It starts with two bowls of plain instant noodles.

Two people have a meal while chatting about some things, the time is soon approaching 12 o'clock.

After dinner, of course, is to wash the dishes. Liang Jingyi consciously carries the dishes to wash, but Fu Jiyao feels that he can't.

"Shall I wash it?" Fu Jiyao stands behind Liang Jingyi and holds his waist naturally.

Liang Jingyi immediately put down the bowl, washed his hands and stood beside him, motioning Fu Jiyao to wash the dishes.

It's just two bowls. It's easy to wash them.

Fu Jiyao rolled up his sleeves and went to wash the dishes. Liang Jingyi leaned against him with his arms in his arms.

"Do you often work at home?" Asked Liang Jingyi.

Fu Jiyao washed two bowls, but also washed out a sense of superiority. He raised his eyebrows to Liang Jingyi and nodded with pride, "that's right. I'm a man who can go up to the hall and down to the kitchen. Are you excited?"

"Shut up, wash the dishes and go quickly."

Fu Jiyao was just addicted to his mouth and didn't really want an answer from him.

The cupboard is next to the washstand, next to the ground. Fu Jiyao shakes the water out of the bowl. He squats to open the cupboard and puts the bowl in it.

Liang Jingyi's home casual clothes have tight ribbons on both sides. He leans against the cupboard when Fu Jiyao washes the dishes. When Fu Jiyao opens the cupboard, the ribbon on his clothes is accidentally rolled into the edge of the cupboard.

But neither he nor Fu Jiyao noticed.

Fu Jiyao closed the ribbon and leaned against the cupboard and looked at Liang Jingyi sideways. "I've finished washing the dishes. Do we want to play games or something?"

"I don't like to play games, I don't play games," Liang Jingyi stretched out his hand toward the direction of the door and made a "please" posture, "goodbye, no send."

The rain outside the house pattered, and the air inside seemed to be damp and cold because of the rain.

There was no vivid expression on Liang Jingyi's face. The cold light made him look like a porcelain doll without any human feelings.

Good looking is good-looking, that is, the indifferent eyes and cold expression are too attractive.

In the cold snow, there will always be a large area of people running with the cold, and the cold in every corner will be accumulated by a pair of warm hands.

The colder the weather, the more people want to run out.

Fu Jiyao thinks that this is the same reason that he looks at Liang Jingyi so that he wants to make him cry and look at his red eyes begging for mercy.

"I'm tired. I'm going to brush my teeth and go to bed. Goodbye."

Liang Jingyi didn't give Fu Jiyao any steps. He stood up straight and was about to go.

However, the moment he turned around, he was caught by the belt in the cupboard.

Seeing that he was about to fall, Fu Jiyao took him into his arms with a long hand, and then stepped forward to reach his feet.

Liang Jingyi is pulled back by his clothes and leans against the edge of Liuli platform. Fu Jiyao stands in front of him with one hand around his waist.

"What's the matter?"

He said to himself in a very low voice, and looked down at the belt caught in the crevice of the cupboard.

The moment he lowered his head, his hair scratched from Fu Jiyao's chin.

Fu Jiyao couldn't help but look down at him. He saw a snow-white clavicle because he lowered his head and pulled his clothes.