Host, You're Targeted

It's 11 o'clock for Fu Jiyao to leave work. Liang Jingyi, with a bag of roast chicken legs in his hand, quietly follows him to the police station and sits down on the bench across the street from the police station.

Fu Jiyao didn't want Liang Jingyi to wait for a moment. He went back to the police station and quickly changed his clothes. He rushed to the opposite side of the street.

Qin Cong had just finished the phone conversation with his wife and children, and was about to return to the Institute when he saw Fu Jiyao rushing out from inside.

"What are you running for? Be serious! What are you doing when you walk? There are no cases! "

Fu Jiyao stood up straight at once, saluted Qin Cong with a standard ceremony, and then ran outside.

"Goodbye to Qin team!"

Qin Cong didn't have time to stop him, so he took a look around the side of the road and quickly walked up the zebra crossing and walked across the street.

If he was right, he seemed familiar with the people sitting on the street bench.

Who is that?

Liang Jingyi?

Qin Cong looked at the man who had collected his mobile phone and stood up. He was hugged by a bear Fu Jiyao before he could stand firm.

Do children and brothers meet so warmly now?

"How delicious! What did you buy? " Fu Jiyao picked up Liang Jingyi's hand and saw the drumstick he had bought. "Wow! Can I have extra food? "

Liang Jingyi and he went to the direction of the community together, "well, look where you stand for so long and hard, where you use more, you can make up for it. But I went around and didn't sell pig's feet, so I bought chicken legs."

Fu Jiyao didn't turn back. He chuckled and pinched the cheek of Jingyi.

"Jingyi has grown up and knows how to buy food for his brother."

"Go away. I want to eat it myself."

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after they got home, Fu Jiyao did not go home, but went to Liang Jingyi's.

Fu Ting had already fallen asleep at this time, and Fu QingHan should brush his mobile phone in the quilt. No one would know if he didn't go home.

"I'll get a bunch of paper towels out." As soon as Liang Jingyi entered the door, he found that there was no paper towel on his tea table, so he went to the small study to get the paper towel.

Fu Jiyao washed his hands, sat on the sofa, opened the plastic bag, and waited for Liang Jingyi to come out with the paper towel.

Liang Jingyi forgot to buy drinks when he bought chicken legs. He was used to keeping healthy all the year round. At present, the only drink at home is boiled water.

Oh, no, and the altar of daughter Hong.

"Have a drink? It's very dry to eat chicken legs like this. It's a little salty. " Fu Jiyao suggested.

Liang Jingyi opened his refrigerator and found that there was no other drink in it. In addition, it was troublesome to go downstairs to buy drinks outside the community at this time point. He agreed to Fu Jiyao's suggestion.

He keeps ice in his refrigerator all the year round. Sometimes it is to make the boiled water cool down quickly. Sometimes he is afraid of being hurt and hit by ice.

The transparent liquid was poured into the water cup. Liang Jingyi had not yet tried drinking, so she took a small sip and found that the taste was acceptable.

But he forgot that Fu Jiyao couldn't drink any more.

Fu Jiyao, a person who pours a cup of wine, is stunned by the feeling that he has drunk a large bottle of coke.

After a supper, Fu Jiyao slumps on the sofa and burps.

Fu Jiyao is not drunk, and Liang Jingyi is not aware of Fu Jiyao's abnormality. He cleverly tidies up the garbage soldiers on the dining table, sorts them up, and puts them at the door to be taken out the next morning.

When he was still sorting garbage there, he heard Fu Jiyao's footsteps behind him.

He didn't think much. He put the garbage away and turned to wash his hands.

It was not until Fu Jiyao, who was confused, put his arms around him, clamped his chin, and came to kiss him with a strong breath of wine. Only then did he realize the danger of the matter.