Host, You're Targeted

When Shen Chaosheng and Nanjiu came in, he saw Gu chaoluo, sitting at the end of the sofa with his legs folded, stretched out his arms and fell to the other end of the sofa.

"Pa --"

after a slight sound, he fell on the sofa with his bare upper body facing their Gu chaoluo.

Gu chaoluo had just wanted to hook his clothes, but he didn't expect someone to come in. He didn't get the clothes. Instead, he didn't even keep his balance. The TV remote control on the sofa just touched his waist.

"Lying trough..."

Gu chaoluo scolded in a low voice and collapsed there. Shen Chaosheng quickly put down his bag and came to help him up.

"What's the matter with you?" Shen Chaosheng saw Gu chaoluo wringing his brow and his face was in pain. He was extremely distressed, "is this yoga practice at noon?"

Gu Chao was so sour that he couldn't speak. He raised his hand and patted him twice, then shook his head.

What kind of Yoga? Is there a hole in his brain?

"What's the matter?" Shen Chaosheng kept rubbing and patting on his back, "when did you get up? Have you had breakfast? Why don't you wear the clothes I prepared for you? What are you doing? Why do you look so bad? Are you going to see a doctor? "

Gu chaoluo was hurt by his series of problems. He gritted his teeth and raised his head to cover Shen Chaosheng's mouth.

Shen Chaosheng: "um..."

Nanjiu station there did not know whether to enter or the leg, after thinking for a long time or raised the bag on the ground and walked awkwardly.

Shen Chaosheng raised his eyes and saw Nanjiu coming with the bag. He reached out and pointed to the direction of the Liuli platform and said, "sorry, Xiao Jiu, please put it there. Come and sit down."

After saying this, Shen Chaosheng turned his head along the movement of Nanjiu, and noticed the clothes at the other end of the sofa where he and Gu chaoluo were sitting.

Look at those clothes that have not changed much in folded shape. It is sure that they were put at the head of the bed before he went out in the morning.

He quickly took the clothes over to Gu Chao and put them on. He also said that if he had a cold, he would put them on quickly.

Gu chaoluo opened a pair of godless eyes and did not know what he was looking at. He sat there and let Shen Chaosheng dress him.

South nine upright sits on opposite small sofa, originally just inadvertently took a glance, who knew saw Gu Chao to fall waist several blue purple finger mark.

Although it was only for a moment, Nanjiu, whose binocular vision was 5.0, still saw it.

Is this The legendary cupping? But isn't the cupping round in shape?

"All right, all right. What's wrong?"

Shen Chaosheng touched Gu chaoluo's forehead and pinched his palm. He found that all the temperatures were normal.

"Towards the fall?"

Gu chaoluo pulled the bottom of Shen Chaosheng's clothes, sighed and looked up at him.

"Well?"

Gu chaoluo looked at Shen Chaosheng with a blank face, sighed, lowered his head and put his head on his shoulder.

"Chaosheng Wrong posture Now it hurts... "

Shen Chaosheng:

Nanjiu opened his eyes and froze for a long time before tasting out the hidden meaning of this sentence.

Looking at Gu chaoluo on the sofa opposite him, he raised his head forward, put his chin on Shen Chaosheng's shoulder, and then spread his hands in this posture. Leaning against Shen Chaosheng to relax, he suddenly flashed a very bold idea in his mind.

Oh, my God!