Host, You're Targeted

As soon as song Zhiye walked out of the bar, Xu Qingdu called.

"Hello."

"Brother." Xu Qingdu laughed and looked across the road at Song Zhiye who had just come out of the bar. "I've come to take you home for dinner."

Song Zhiye:

Xu Qingdu, whose eyesight is both 5.0, pats the steering wheel and looks at Song Zhiye, who stands at the door and goes around in a panic. After a few seconds, he still laughs.

"Brother, look at the other side."

Xu Qingdu held his mobile phone in one hand and turned on the flash. Song Zhiye looked across the wide road and saw a man sitting in the black Jeep opposite.

He looked at the cars on both sides, crossed the sidewalk, held his cell phone and walked toward the jeep that had just been locked in.

Xu Qingdu rolled down the window and extended his hand to him. He hung up the phone and went to the window. He put his hands on the window and looked at the smiling Xu Qingdu for a moment.

Song Zhiye doesn't speak, and Xu Qingdu doesn't speak either. It seems that the two people are caught in some strange face-to-face competition. It seems that whoever speaks first loses.

Xu Qingdu's hands are still empty on the window, and song Zhiye's hands are still on his two sides, gently holding the window.

Two people a smile, a straight face, passers-by feel curious, have to look sideways for a few seconds.

"Brother, what are you doing?" The more he looked at him, the more amused he felt. He took the lead to speak: "my father asked me to pick you up, saying that your mother told you to go home for dinner."

Song Zhiye:

"Get in the car? It's a very cold wind

Song Zhiye looks into Xu Qingdu's eyes, pats his head and goes around the front passenger's seat.

Xu Qingdu grinned and watched song Zhiye fasten his seat belt and started the car.

At this time, it was more than five o'clock in the afternoon. It was the rush hour after work. Xu Qingdu went around to the deserted road in the suburb and drove slowly.

Song Zhiye has a faint smell of wine. Xu Qingdu feels familiar with the taste, but he can't remember where he smelled it.

Today's song Zhiye didn't know why he was so silent. Xu Qingdu stopped at a traffic light and took a look at him with the rest of his eye.

Song Zhiye wore a white shirt today, with a button on the collar of the shirt, revealing the lines of the collar bone and neck, which is a little sexy.

Xu Qingdu estimated that song Zhiye didn't drink much wine because he didn't think the taste was strong or bad, but the light fragrance was a bit appealing.

"Brother."

Xu Qingdu quietly took back his eyes from Song Zhiye, pretended to look at the indicator light in front of him, and gently called out to him.

Song Zhiye looked sideways and saw that the afterglow of the setting sun was plating a layer of gold on Xu Qingdu's face.

I don't know why. Song Zhiye always thinks that Xu Qingdu doesn't feel well when he calls him "brother". But if Xu Qingdu doesn't call him like this, song Zhiye feels that he is too affectionate to call him another one.

After all, Xu Qingdu is now his younger brother, and he is still the captain of Xu Qingdu, and Xu Hualin doesn't look like he would let Xu Qingdu call him by his name.

"Well." Song Zhiye was extremely helpless to agree to come down, some headache said: "what's the matter?"

The sky outside the window was dyed golden by the setting sun, and the whole sky with blue and purple background was eclipsed in that golden light.

Song Zhiye heard Xu Qingdu, who lit up in the golden light, asked, "do you have a girlfriend?"