Host, You're Targeted

"Isn't this the first time you've been hurt?" Liang Jingyi's face was full of cool words, "not only this time, you sometimes run into some unreasonable people when you go out of the field. It's either bruised here or twisted there. Although it's not seriously injured, every time I see a wound on your body, do you know what I'm thinking?"

Liang Jingyi bit his teeth, "every time I see you have a wound, I always think, finish this task quickly, let's go quickly. Max also told me before that I can't tell you about the end of the mission, or it will trigger punishment, but to be honest, I really can't stand it. "

Fu Jiyao's skin is white. The skin of other places is white and luminous, except for the place where the arm is exposed all the year round.

The wound on the skin is like white rice paper stained with ink, conspicuous and abrupt.

These are just small wounds. They don't even need to be smeared. They can clot in a few minutes and heal in two or three days.

But in Liang Jingyi's eyes, it is very abrupt and strange.

If one day Fu Jiyao's body is no longer a small wound, but a startling red how to do?

He always doesn't brush his mobile phone to watch news. When chatting with Liang Weixin today, he accidentally slipped his hand into the news pushed by the video software. When he saw the figure of the person dragged on the car in the picture, he recognized it as Fu Jiyao at the first time.

In the panic, his fingers were trembling. He did not remember how he searched for the reports about the incident. He only remembered that after seeing Fu Jiyao dragged so far, his whole heart was half cold.

Fortunately, Fu Jiyao can still be alive and kicking in the end.

"What if one day you are seriously injured and sent to the hospital?" Liang Jingyi asked Fu Jiyao calmly, "even if it's just a game, I can't bear it. I don't want to see that picture, I... "

The more Liang Jingyi said, the more flustered Fu Jiyao thought he was just joking. Later he found out that he was serious and his expression on his face sank.

"No," Fu Jiyao knelt on the sofa, pressed his head in his arms, put his big hands around the back of his head, and gently rubbed them up. "It's just a game. It's just a game. There won't be such a day, I promise."

Liang Jingyi tilted his head and buried his face on his stomach. Through a thin layer of cloth, we could feel the lines of his abdominal muscles.

It's hard. It's not good to stick to your face like this.

So he raised a hand, went along the hem of Fu Jiyao's clothes, felt his abdominal muscles, and then pasted his face across his palm and cloth.

It's much better to stick it on the back of your hand through your clothes.

But Fu Jiyao was "hissed" by his cold hands.

"Your promise is a ball of wool," Liang Jingyi buttoned his abdominal muscles with his fingertips. "Who knows which one will come first tomorrow or the accident? I don't care. Let's finish this meal, sleep and wake up and let max return to reality. "

Fu Jiyao rubbed his chin like coax a kitten. "But the plot line has not finished. We haven't come out with our parents yet."

"Out of the cupboard!" Liang Jingyi suddenly raised his head and glared at him, "don't think I don't know the plot line. It should be over when I am 100% fond of you! Are you chasing me or coming out? Why don't I find you a loudspeaker now, and you stand on the windowsill of my house and shout to the whole community that you are gay, will you come out with everyone? "

Fu Jiyao said with a lack of confidence: "there are also no documentaries broadcast..."

"You have fans! Not yet! Who are you lying to? " Liang Jingyi is actually jealous.

Fu Jiyao subconsciously took the words he had not finished just now: "over."