Host, You're Targeted

"You son of a bitch, say it again! Say it again

People in the whole car looked in horror at the direction of violent impact. The boy sitting in the seat leaned against the railing beside him, pulling the collar of the boy opposite with one hand and greeting him on his head with the other.

Su Muyang can't believe that Luo Yibei actually started on him in public. Moreover, this schoolmaster is really fighting!

Instinctive survival reaction let him hold his head to hide, Luo Yibei pulled his collar but refused to let go.

Three weeks later, Luo Yibei, a gentleman of ten thousand years, was finally driven mad by Su Muyang.

"You tomato took the wrong medicine today? Ah? Son of a bitch, say what you said

Su Mu Yang a pair of originally big apricot eyes, because surprised all stare round, he embraces the head innocently to repeat: "schoolmaster, can I sit on your leg?"

Seeing that Luo Yibei's palm wind was about to chop off, Su Muyang quickly covered his face and changed his mouth and said, "maybe I can sit on your leg. Wow, ah --"

LUO Yibei politely greets Su Muyang on his head.

Son of a bitch, do you really think he's banging?

"Don't slap your face, schoolmaster!"

Luo Yi was so angry that he couldn't extricate himself, "son of a bitch, are you wrong?"

Su Muyang: Why is the schoolmaster crazy all of a sudden?

"I ask you something!"

Su Muyang's pain from his head made him hold his head and beg for mercy: "I'm wrong, schoolmaster! Wrong

Luo Yibei just took his hand, pulled Su Muyang's collar and pressed him in the position. He straightened up and breathed out his turbid breath.

He seems really crazy.

Just hear Su Mu Yang a word, think of Lin Ji naturally stretch out his hand to hook Su Mu Yang's shoulder in the morning.

When he gets along with other people, will he use his hands and feet to stir up words?

As soon as the idea came out, it took root in Luo Yibei's heart and quickly grew into a towering tree. The branches ran straight to his forehead along his meridians, and the feeling of his head bursting constantly stimulated his central nervous system.

But the sower was still smiling brightly.

So Luo went crazy.

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after getting off the subway, Su Muyang, who suffered a terrible beating, walked behind Luo Yibei in silence.

Luo Yibei three steps a turn back, he looked back at Su Muyang, Su Muyang moved his face to avoid his eyes.

Su Muyang knows that it may be that he has gone too far. After all, Luo Yibei's mental cleanliness is still very serious.

But what does he always look back on? Shouldn't he get off the subway and leave him and head back to school?

When walking out of the station, Luo Yibei finally can't help turning around and standing in front of Su Muyang.

Su Muyang scared the whole person to shake three shake, "how What's the matter? "

Luo Yibei has a cold face, and his originally white skin shows a terrible paleness because of the expressionless and backlight. The cold and hard lip line is pursed into a straight line without emotion.

Su Muyang was so nervous that his heart would jump out.

"Schoolmaster..."

For a long time, Luo Yibei, who pursed his lips, sighed and reached out to help Su Muyang sort out his hair which had been rubbed by him just now. His voice was full of helplessness:

"if you don't show me the way, where am I going

Beat him a meal to vent Luo Yibei, still did not forget what he suffered from this indiscriminate provocation.

Isn't it because you have to help sumiyan get his clothes?

Don't you just worry about him?

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finally came to sumuyang's home, Luo Yibei looked at this not gorgeous but also clean and tidy community full of life atmosphere.

It turns out that sumiyan grew up in this kind of place.

Su Muyang's home is very simple, ordinary two rooms and one hall.

To Luo Yibei's surprise, he lives alone.

"My parents are out of town." Su Mu Yang called Luo a North door, "don't change shoes, I'm not so particular."

"You can sit down as you like. I'll go and pack my clothes and come out."

Su Muyang went into the bedroom to look for clothes. Luo Yibei was wandering around the room.

Perhaps because no one lives, the room is still clean and tidy, and the boy's small items are less, so the room with simple decoration is more monotonous.

Luo Yibei suddenly gave birth to a feeling that it was not home at all. Compared with here, he felt that Su Muyang would be more comfortable living in the dormitory.

After the idea came out, it was killed by Luo Yibei before it sprouted.

What does sumuyang have to do with his comfort or discomfort? Why does he care so much?

Is it difficult to find out that you really have the skill of caring for people after taking care of patients for a long time?

Luo Yibei thinks he can't think about it any more, or even he doesn't know what will come out next."How are you doing?"

When Luo Yibei came to the bedroom door, Su Muyang was bending down to throw clothes into the suitcase. They piled up in a mess, and many clothes were wrinkled.

Su Muyang is still rummaging in the closet, "almost."

Luo Yibei, standing at the door of the bedroom, closed his eyes, sighed and went to fold the clothes that Su Muyang had left in the trunk one by one.