Host, You're Targeted

Just before the wrestling, Sheng Yinzhou still disliked him for letting him not be so close to him. As a result, Sheng Yinzhou had to take his shoulder and help him go.

Xia Zifeng agreed with Sheng Yinzhou's saying that "I don't want to laugh at you, but I think you'll hurt a lot if you drop your buttock marks." he holds an umbrella in one hand and helps him twist the snow on his head that hasn't been knocked off.

In fact, Xia CI Feng didn't fall very seriously, but he just wanted to walk next to Sheng Yinzhou.

A little white on the top of shengyinzhou's black hair is burned by the temperature of his fingers when Xia Cifeng reaches out his hand, and moistens Sheng Yinzhou's hair and his fingertips.

Sheng Yinzhou slightly turned his face to see him. His soft facial features magnified in front of him, which seemed to be out of tune with the cold weather.

"There's snow on my head. I've twisted it off for you."

With a smile, Xia Zifeng put his hand down and put it back on Sheng Yinzhou's shoulder to explain to him. Sheng Yinzhou didn't say anything and turned back his head with a smile, but his lips were separated because of his smile.

Xia Cifeng looks at Sheng Yinzhou's smiling face from the side and suddenly wants to kiss him.

Just as he thought of the sand sculpture video of "testing the reaction of a straight boyfriend to be kiss" that he had seen before, and was about to kiss him and then use this excuse to escape, Sheng Yinzhou suddenly stopped, making him unable to kiss.

"Here it is!" Sheng Yinzhou took the umbrella from his hand, put it away and pulled him in front of him. He pushed the door with a posture of holding him in his arms. "There are stairs. Be careful."

Xia Cifeng looked at the steps slowly down, smelling the meat fragrance floating inside, and sighed gently.

Sometimes opportunity is such a magical thing that it can't hold its tail a second later.

Sheng Yinzhou thought he sighed because he was hungry, so he patted him on the shoulder with a smile and comforted him: "it's ready to eat now. Don't sigh, little boy!"

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Sheng Yinzhou brought Xia Cifeng to a very famous self-service hot pot shop in the city. According to the agreement of two people, they ordered the abnormal hot pot bottom.

But when the pot, which kept rolling red soup and was still steaming out, appeared in front of Sheng Yinzhou, he still felt that life was a little difficult.

Xia Cifeng, who didn't take the opportunity to personally visit Sheng Yinzhou just now, takes Sheng Yinzhou's shoulder with a smile and goes to serve dishes and meat with him.

"Friend, do you eat coriander?"

Sheng Yinzhou is full of red soup in his head, and his hands holding the plate are somewhat unstable, "I'm not picky."

"That feeling is good!"

Xia Cifeng let go of his shoulder and slowly put vegetables in it. Sheng Yinzhou stood at the same place, looking down at Xia Cifeng, who was seriously putting vegetables on the plate. All of a sudden, he felt that all this was not true.

If someone told Sheng Yinzhou a year ago that he would have dinner in a hotpot restaurant with a student who was not in the same class because of a gambling appointment a year ago, and promised all the unreasonable demands of that student, Sheng Yinzhou would probably think that person was dreaming.

But it did happen.

The boy who is usually a little ruffian and plays rogue by virtue of his good-looking face and cute skills is standing in front of him now, holding the plate and constantly putting it into the plate coriander.

"No, do you really want so much?" Sheng Yinzhou came back to himself and brought him a plate, "OK, OK, I'll clip it later. I know you like coriander. OK, OK!"

If someone told Sheng Yinzhou a year ago that he would coax others like this one day, he would think that person was joking.

But the fact is, those can't be all because of the appearance of Xia Cifeng.