Host, You're Targeted

After coming out of the pub, out of Gentlemanliness, Yuan Hansheng and Chen Ruo get into a taxi together and take Chen Ruo home before returning home.

After coming back and forth twice, it was very late.

Yuan Hansheng paid the money and looked at the time. It was more than ten o'clock in the evening.

The lights of the street lamps downstairs are full of light. Yuan Hansheng remembers that he broke away from Tang Yan's wrist when he went out. In a trance, he seemed to see Tang Yan's figure again.

He was still sitting at the edge of the flower bed, his light hair wandering aimlessly in the light, his dark eyes and white face buried in his legs.

It looks like a kitten abandoned on the side of the road, poor and helpless.

Yuan Hansheng was startled by the sudden appearance of the picture in his mind, and quickly shook his head to throw his idea out.

How could Tang Yan be here so late? impossible.

Yuan Hansheng laughed at himself, quickened his pace and walked towards the direction of his own floor under the cold wind.

There were two cat calls in the flower bed. Yuan Hansheng didn't stop. He took a turn and went downstairs. The scene in front of him made him shrink his pupils uncontrollably.

On the edge of the flower bed where Tang Yan was sitting this afternoon, there was a man with light hair, dark eyebrows and white skin. The metal can beside his hands and feet was shining in the light of the light.

Yuan Hansheng didn't expect that Tang Yan was actually sitting here. He quickened his pace and walked past. He reached out and pulled Tang Yan up.

Tang Yan's beer cans fell on the floor, banging on the floor and spilling bubbles.

"Tang Yan!"

Yuan Hansheng reached out and patted Tang Yan's face. He held his shoulder and called out his name to wake him up.

Tang Yan opened a pair of drunken eyes, trying to see who the man was in front of him.

"Ah Yan!"

"Ah."

Tang Yanying blinked and looked at Yuan Hansheng. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on Yuan Hansheng's face. His strength was so strong that Yuan Hansheng frowned.

Tang Yan pressed the fingertips of his cheek on his face, as if to insert it into his cheek.

Yuan Hansheng blinked at Tang Yan, pressed his shoulder, shook him, and called him again.

This time Tang Yan began to smile, and he was drunk. He looked a little dazzling in Yuan Hansheng.

Tang Yan hung his head and staggered forward, as if to bump into yuan Hansheng's arms.

Yuan Hansheng raised his head to prevent Tang Yan from bumping into himself, and his hand moved down to support his waist.

"Raw brother."

Tang Yan's voice when he accidentally kicks the can is interwoven with his cry. Yuan Hansheng holds his waist and pulls him to his home. He shouts again with a smile.

"Yuanhansheng."

Yuan Hansheng casually responded and dragged Tang Yan to his own house to take off his clothes and wipe his body. He cooked the wake-up wine soup when he was asleep and called him to drink it.

It's already 11 o'clock after finishing all this. Yuan Hansheng goes into the room to turn off the light and go to bed.

When Yuan Hansheng lay down beside Tang Yan, he found that Tang Yan suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him. He was frightened by Tang Yan's vigilant eyes. He tentatively touched Tang Yan's head and whispered, "it's me."

After a while, Tang Yan said: My brother. "

Yuan Hansheng breathed a sigh of relief, turned off the lamp at the head of the bed, and closed his eyes with his back to Tang Yan.

Suddenly, Tang Yan stabbed him in the shoulder behind him. As soon as he opened his eyes and turned around, Tang Yan came to embrace him.

"Sleep."

Tang Yan held yuan Hansheng in his arms like this. He didn't know whether it was because he was drunk that he obeyed his heart, or he took advantage of it by pretending to be drunk.