Host, You're Targeted

My wild God is a hero. One day he will walk with the whole team in the cold wind on the way to the bar. 】Xu Qingdu watched song Zhiye walk in front of him with his little schoolbag on his back, secretly took a picture of him and made a circle of friends.

After a few minutes of sending out, Xu Hualin commented: son, this is your brother. Don't think about it.

Xu Qingdu knew that Xu Hualin was reminding himself that song Zhiye was not bent and did not break him. However, songzhiye's kindness to him was 100% and it would not be a problem if he tried to speed up the strategy.

So Xu Qingdu replied to Xu Hualin: I didn't think about anything else, just thought my brother was really handsome.

Song Yun commented in a few minutes: you are handsome too!

Xu Qingdu moved his finger to reply to songyun: Thank you, mu~

Xu Qingdu looked at this comment, accelerated his pace to catch up and walked to song Zhiye and pulled the tape of the bag.

Song Zhiye was pulled back by him, looking back at him in the cold wind, and the tail of peach blossom eyes hung down, with a hint of indistinct kindness.

"Well?"

"I'll have sugar."

Xu Qingdu took the bag belt near song Zhiye, took two sugar from the small compartment inside, then covered the bag, patted song Zhiye's shoulder to show that he could go on.

Song Zhiye carried Xu Qingdu's small schoolbag and went on, pretending to be looking at a large group of crooked players behind, actually, he was looking at Xu Qingdu, who was looking down at his head and carefully peeling sugar paper.

Sugar paper in Xu Qingdu's fingertips issued a "chuckle and Chuchi" sound, song Zhiye looked at Xu Qingdu unconsciously beeping up his mouth waiting for sugar like, dry swallow a move away from the eyes.

Another traffic light intersection is about to song Xiang's bar, song Zhiye looks at the red light stop at the intersection.

"Little ferry, you..."

Turning around the moment, the cold fingertip from the lips between the seam, a cool sugar fell into song Zhiye's mouth, the tip of the tongue to taste the cool sweet taste.

Xu Qingdu bent his eyes and looked at Song Zhiye, with a lemon flavor fruit sugar in his mouth. He breathed with the aroma of lemon when he spoke.

"How about it? Are you a little sober? " Xu Qingdu clapped song Zhiye's head and smiled, "you just walked like a walking corpse, and there was no soul at the foot of the pace."

Xu Qingdu brought up the bag tape to songzhiye, and deliberately approached him, and the breath of speech hit him on his face from time to time.

Song Zhiye took a deep breath to put down the idea that came out of his mind, and then he looked at Xu Qingdu step by step in silence.

Xu Qingdu blinked innocently, it seems that he didn't understand why he had to return suddenly and put such a heavy expression.

"Brother..."

A complete "brother" has not been called out, song Zhiye suddenly went forward a step further, grabbed Xu Qingdu's wrist and pulled him to the zebra line that has become green light.

Xu Qingdu looks at Song Zhiye holding his hand, and runs two steps to chase up with him, and laughs and asks, "why do you want to lead me?"? Finally found myself like me? Shall we talk about it... "

Before he finished speaking, Xu Qingdu felt song Zhiye pinched his wrist, like he was closing his mouth.

"Children can't run around across the road, they just want adults to lead."

Song Zhiye's ear tip in the cold wind gradually red up, Xu Qingdu bad smile hit his shoulder.

"Then you need to hold it tight!"