Host, You're Targeted

"Oh, oh

A wave of higher and higher noise reverberated in the hall on the first floor of the bar. A group of young trainees stood on their stools and watched the good play here.

Song Zhiye is still stuck in the back of the sofa, watching Xu Qingdu bite the chocolate bar close to him.

Xu Qingdu is half kneeling on the sofa. With the action of eating a chocolate bar, he slowly bends down. Song Zhiye simply reaches out and holds his waist.

"Ah, ah!" Looking forward to one side called out the momentum of the groundhog, "brother flushed duck! Go on

Song Zhiye looked at Xu Qingdu with his head tilted and bit off a large piece of chocolate bar. He felt that his nose was against the tip of his nose.

Before the taste of lemon sugar has long dissipated, song Zhiye smelled a faint smell of milk, is thinking whether it is the taste of milk tea, he heard a loud noise in his ear.

"Oh Lu Fei clapped his hands excitedly. He took out his mobile phone and screamed, "ah, ah, mom!"

Song Zhiye reflected that his lips seemed to be next to a soft thing. At that moment, the first thought that came out of his mind was actually: the baby's lips are really soft.

Xu Qingdu has been looking at Song Zhiye's eyes. When his lax eyes are focused again, he smiles and lowers his head to crush the last bit of chocolate bar.

"Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

People around were boiling, and everyone yelled and watched Xu Qingdu press song Zhiye on the sofa.

In the end, they don't care about the number of chocolate bars left for who to eat. They only care that Xu Qingdu actually presses song Zhiye in the sofa and makes a real match!

Song Zhiye raised his eyes and looked at Xu Qingdu's eyes. He found that the boy was looking at him with his eyebrows raised. His mouth was biting him, and his eyes were naked and provocative.

Song Zhiye's anger and desire for victory and defeat were immediately aroused by Xu Qingdu's eyes. He immediately straightened up to kiss him back, and his hands clasped on his waist also moved upward, pressing them on the back of Xu Qingdu's head to prevent him from hiding.

"Ah, ah, ah, the wild God ox fork! Come on, my friends

Song Zhiye straightened up to force Xu Qingdu to shrink back. His legs on the sofa were straight, unable to withstand the force on the cushion.

Xu Qingdu bit song Zhiye angrily and thought that this posture was really tiring, but he just refused to admit defeat. Even though he endured the pain of leg ache and back stiffness, he would persist until the last moment.

"The wild God is head to head. Who can't breathe first is the dog!"

It's a strange desire between men.

Around the sound of shouting and camera shutter, Xu Qingdu pressed his hand on Song Zhiye's shoulder, trying to push him back into the sofa.

But song Zhiye's waist is as straight as a wall. No matter how Xu Qingdu pushes him, he doesn't fall down. On the contrary, because he straightens up his waist and pulls up.

Two people are like the tall bamboo of the competition. If you sit up straight, I will catch up with you. If you look up, I will sit straighter.

I don't know how long it took for song Zhiye to let go of his teeth because he couldn't breathe. Xu Qingdu, whose face was red, pressed against his forehead to breathe with him.

Xu Qingdu put his hands on the shoulder of song Zhiye, gasping for breath and staring at him with big eyes, as if he did not admit defeat.

Don't admit defeat?

Song Zhiye picked up his eyebrows, and suddenly hugged Xu Qingdu's waist and threw it on the sofa beside him. He pushed the man on the sofa and pulled a big pillow to block the other people's sight.

Out of sight of others, Xu Qingdu loosened his fist and put it on Song Zhiye's neck, and raised his chin obediently.