Host, You're Targeted

"What would you like to eat?"

Su Muyang and Luo Yibei are walking side by side on the shady path of the campus. When he hears Luo Yibei asking, he subconsciously wants to say "casual", but as soon as he looks up, he bumps into a pair of vaguely expectant eyes.

Looking at Luo Yibei, he seemed to be flattered. Su Muyang swallowed the sentence "casually".

"Hot pot

Luo a North's eyes have a moment of surprise color, but still nothing said.

Two people all the way speechless out of the school gate, ready to cross the road, Luo Yibei suddenly reached for sumuyang.

Su Muyang for a moment some did not stand firm, was Luo Yibei suddenly a drag, he was taken to his side to fall, almost directly into the arms of people.

Su Muyang's chin knocked on the shoulder of Luo Yibei, and the muffled sound was in Luo Yibei's ear.

He was so hummed by Su Muyang that he couldn't move. He stood there with his hands empty around him.

And there was a car behind them.

Some female students scolded "neuropathy" in a low voice, while some male students yelled "I, you, Da Ye, can you drive?" Luo Yibei and Su Muyang seemed to be still.

Walking behind them, the students were shocked to see the two people leaning together at the school gate!

Su Muyang kneaded his chin and straightened up. He stepped back and looked at Luo Yibei.

His face showed puzzled, the pain on the chin made him squint slightly, "Schoolmaster?"

Luo Yibei took back a pair of hands that he didn't know where to put. He felt that his heart beating with abnormal frequency was ridiculous.

"There was a car that didn't let people just now, and almost hit it."

Su Mu Yang knew clearly, rubbed his chin, wanted to continue to move forward, but also talked about the late, hot pot shop more people.

"Sumiyan."

Luo Yibei is still standing in place, looking at Su Muyang with complicated eyes.

Su Mu Yang rubbed his chin, and his eyes were full of puzzles.

Luo Yibei suddenly narrowed his eyes, that pair of peach blossom eyes did not know when to be filled with the light full of exploration.

"Su Mu Yang, I just remembered that you still want to eat hot pot when you have a cold?"

All the people who want to cross the road have passed by. There are only Luo Yibei and Su Muyang standing face to face at the school gate.

Su Muyang didn't know why he felt guilty. Suddenly, he sneezed three times as if to prove that he had a cold.

He covered his mouth helplessly looking at Luo Yibei, saw Luo Yibei cold face handed a paper towel to him.

After finishing, Luo Yibei picked up his collar and pulled him from the pedestrian crossing to the school.

Su Mu Yang is still stupid to ask Luo Yibei: "schoolmaster, do we not eat hot pot?"

Luo Yibei gave him a look at the mentally retarded, "drink porridge."

So, two people sat next to the school in a small shop, one of them drank a bowl of mushroom lean meat porridge.

After feeding sumuyang, Luo Yibei began to settle accounts with him.

"I hear you're going home tonight?"

Su Muyang: "well No

Luo Yibei nodded and seemed to believe it.

After a few minutes, Luo Yibei asked him, "where is the schoolbag?"

Su Muyang, a cute baby dog, replied, "in the library, I was going to go directly."

Luo Yibei: "Oh?"

Su Muyang: "well I'm sorry, I was wrong

Su Mu Yang follows Luo Yibei with his head down, like a dog who has been reprimanded for making a mistake. His head is drooping behind his master in silence. Even if he is accidentally trampled on by his master, he only dares to sob softly.

Looking back, Luo Yibei was soft hearted.

He stretched his arm around sumiyang's shoulder and took him into his arms, as if he had been injured by his foot and was unable to move. He walked with his shoulder every time.

Some intimate, but also appear some estrangement.

Su Muyang's shoulder bumped into Luo Yibei and felt his abnormal heartbeat, but he didn't think about it for a while.

"Sumiyan, I think I want to make it clear to you." Luo Yibei took him to the direction of the library. "I'm not angry with you, I'm just a little annoyed recently."

Although Luo Yibei is a man who wants face, he is not always above the top and refuses to admit his mistakes, apologize and correct them.

His hands on sumiyan's shoulder tightened a little, and moving up, he could feel the pulse of the artery behind his ear.

The temperature of the skin and the pulsation of the arteries gave him a real feeling that the man in his arms was real.

"When I'm in a bad mood, I don't try to smile, and I don't have a good face for people. So don't think it's your fault. It's just that I'm wrong. It's my own fault. It's none of your business."

Su Muyang did not speak, just nodded his head to show that he understood.However, Luo Yibei seemed not satisfied with his answer. His hand moved up from behind his ear to his head and rubbed it hard.

"I'll talk to you and answer me well! Don't please me in the future. I'm not so nice. Take good care of yourself if you feel uncomfortable. Don't think about me. Do you hear me? Sumiyan. "

"Yes, I hear you!" Su Mu Yang stretched out his hand and patted on Luo Yi's North back, "but senior, don't call me sumuyang. If you call me the full name, there will always be a feeling that we are very unfamiliar."

Luo Yibei laughed when he said this, "do you still call me a senior student every day? Follow Lin Ji and they are brothers. "

Two people have come to the library downstairs, Su Muyang from Luo Yi Bei Huai Li forward a step, Luo Yibei also put down his hand.

"That's not the same." Su Mu Yang's expression on his face also became soft, "otherwise, I'll call you elder martial brother later."

Elder martial brother is a little more intimate than a senior.

Luo Yibei low eyebrow smile, "then I call you younger martial brother?"