Host, You're Targeted

Xu Qingdu touched the back of his head and looked at the two of them. He felt that this scene seemed familiar.

"Dad." Xu Qingdu looked at Xu Hualin's eyes, which changed from bewilderment to anger and then to shame. He laughed and explained, "don't get me wrong. I don't have any clothes to wear. I want to borrow them from my brother. I don't want to seduce him. Really, I swear I'm telling the truth

Xu Hualin stares at Xu Qingdu, obviously does not believe his words.

Song Zhiye came out in time to round the field, turned his head and looked at Xu Hualin, but his words were directed at Xu Qingdu.

"Look for clothes and put them on. It's not good to catch a cold in such a cold weather."

Song Zhiye quickly walked towards Xu Qingdu in the room. He opened the door of the wardrobe and pushed him to the side of the wardrobe to block him. He said loudly to Xu Hualin: "come here, what do you want to wear, just look for the clothes you want to wear here. You can wear whatever you like."

After saying this, song Zhiye approached Xu Qingdu and said in a low voice, "how come you came here without wearing anything? How can you explain that?"

Xu Qingdu reached for his hand and rummaged in the closet and sighed, "how do I know you're not in the room?"

Song Zhiye gave him an indescribable expression. He took a piece of long sleeve and trousers from the wardrobe and put it directly into his arms.

"Put it on, brother."

Song Zhiye patted his head, turned to get his schoolbag, took out a book from it, and handed it to Xu Hualin, who was cold faced.

"Uncle, I brought it to you."

Xu Hualin takes the book from Song Zhiye's hand, but his eyes are always looking at Xu Qingdu, who is changing clothes behind the closet door.

Xu Qingdu dressed very quickly. When he got dressed and walked out, Xu Hualin pointed to him and asked him to go out with him.

"No, uncle." Song Zhiye pulled his head down to Xu Qingdu, who went out with Xu Hualin, and pulled the man behind him to protect him. "Don't get me wrong. Qingdu really came here to look for clothes. His clothes are all in the base. Now I don't have any clothes to borrow from me. I forgot to take them to him. He just came here. We all agreed before. Don't get me wrong."

Xu Qingdu looked at Song Zhiye's side face, as if he didn't expect him to speak for himself.

Xu Hualin wanted to say something else, but when he saw song Zhiye holding Xu Qingdu's wrist and hiding him behind his back, he and song Zhiye looked at each other for a moment, but still did not say anything, and turned away.

"Rest early."

Xu Qingdu listened to the sound of closing the door. He came out from behind song Zhiye and slapped his head with regret.

"All blame me!" Xu Qingdu hung his head and blamed himself, "I was wrong."

Song Zhiye kneaded his forehead and found that the palm of his hand was full of water. He pulled him to a chair and took out a hair dryer to blow his hair.

"What should I do with you?"

Song Zhiye opened a hair dryer to blow Xu Qingdu's hair. The soft hair became cold because it was stained with water. Song Zhiye's fingertips shuttled through his cold hair with the wind. His movements on his hands were extremely gentle.

"I said I was wrong." Xu Qingdu's words were covered by the sound of the hair dryer. He hung his head and allowed song Zhiye to catch him on his head. He was also very aggrieved, "who knows you will run out!"

"What do you say?" Song Zhiye turned off the hair dryer and turned Xu Qingdu to himself. "I didn't hear you just now. What did you say?"

Looking at Song Zhiye's gentle eyes, Xu Qingdu suddenly opened his hands and hugged his waist.

From Song Zhiye's waist came the dull young voice: "I say I like you so much!"