Host, You're Targeted

At 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, song Zhiye wrapped Xu Qingdu in his windbreaker. He dragged Xu Qingdu and his suitcase to the gate of Pol's base.

Fortunately, song Xiang's bar is not far from the pol base. Otherwise, there is a drunk who doesn't want to take a taxi when he doesn't drive. Song Zhiye has to call someone to pick him up in the middle of the night.

After Xu Qingdu began to cry, the guests on the second floor all ran away, and even the lovers who were so affectionate and selfless all slipped away.

Finally, song Zhiye was afraid that song Xiang's business would be scared away by the child, so he had to hold the man in his arms and took him out of the door. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell song Xiang that he had not finished drinking wine to give him ice, and he would come to pick it up tomorrow morning.

Xu Qingdu is not heavy, so for song Zhiye, who has a regular fitness time every week, it is not a problem to carry this person.

But passing by the net bar that can pack the night, Xu Qingdu suddenly opened his eyes and did not go.

"Mine."

"Ah?" Song Xu said, "what do you want to see in the net? This child is really... "

But Xu Qingdu did not go, he suddenly pushed song Zhiye away, carrying his small schoolbag askew to the Internet bar.

Song Zhiye took a breath in his waist and caught Xu Qingdu with his chest before he fell down.

"What are you doing? Don't want to disturb other people's surfing the Internet

Xu Qingdu leaned his head against his chest, raised his head and looked at him with misty eyes. He grabbed his shoulder and repeated it again in a soft voice: "well Mine. "

Song Zhiye lowered his head and looked at him like this. Suddenly, he felt a block in his heart and immediately gave birth to the idea of pressing this man on the wall and kneading his head.

This is so cute, too! Shit!

"What's yours?"

Xu Qingdu said again, stood up straight, took his schoolbag to the front, took out his wallet from it and handed it to song Zhiye, who was confused.

Song Zhiye didn't know what he was going to do. He took his wallet, watched him zip his schoolbag and put his hands through the bag to carry the bag.

“……” It's a foul for you to back your bag.

Xu Qingdu watched song Zhiye holding his wallet still, so he staggered forward and opened it with his hand.

Song Zhiye's idea that he won't give himself money disappears instantly when he sees the only five yuan note left in it. This child is really What a pity

However, Xu Qingdu just took out his ID card from it, pushed song Zhiye aside, and staggered to the front desk.

Song Zhiye closes his wallet, which is so chilly that he goes to hold Xu Qingdu, who is drunk and can't even walk.

Obviously, he just wants to return to the private room, but Xu Qingdu can only say "mine" with his big eyes open. He is so drunk that he can only say half of it, just like a lovely intellectual.

Finally, when the front desk attendant brought song Zhiye and Xu Qingdu to Xu Qingdu's private room, song Zhiye looked at Xu Qingdu, who had been repeating "my, my, mine," pointing to the trunk. He was so angry that he put his windbreaker on his face, walked over and carried the man to his shoulder and dragged his suitcase away.

The waiter looked at Song Zhiye, who had both hands hooked on Xu Qingdu's legs and carried him with his back. He was so impressed that he almost knelt down.

However, five minutes later, song Zhiye finally arrived at the gate of Pol base. As soon as Xu Qingdu put down, he sat down on the ground, "damn me! I'm so tired

Xu Qingdu, still clutching his windbreaker, stood by, biting his fingers, blinking his big eyes and looking at him innocently.