Host, You're Targeted

Yuan Hansheng is very focused on singing. His voice is very magnetic. It is a kind of obvious subwoofer. When talking to people, people often pay too much attention to his voice and ignore what he says.

His English pronunciation is very standard, Tang Yan has been pouring wine for himself, and finally drunk himself, temporarily forgetting those troubled things.

The other four people were stunned to see Tang Yan raise their heads and drink wine one after another. In their memory, Tang Yan poured out one cup after another!

Is this kid trying to get drunk and tell the truth by drinking?

Lou Yu, sitting on the other side of Tang Yan, kept an eye on his movements. When he was full of beer and couldn't fill it any more, Lou Yu took the glass from his hand at the right time and watched him stagger down. He pushed him to Yuan Hansheng.

Yuan Hansheng turns around in time to take Tang Yan to his arms. Wen Wei takes the microphone out of his hand and signals him to have a good chat with Tang Yan.

"You can send ah Yan home first! We'll make an appointment when you two have a good chat. Otherwise, if you look like this, we'll feel something is not right. "

Yuan Hansheng packed up his things and hung Tang Yan's small satchel to hold his cell phone around his neck. He put his hands under Tang Yan's armpits, picked him up close to his body and dragged him out.

Yu Liang waved goodbye to them on behalf of the whole dormitory. As soon as Yuan Hansheng got out of the box, he hugged Tang Yan's shoulder, changed his direction and helped him go out.

Finally, he came to the door of the KTV. Tang Yan was awakened by the cold wind. He opened his eyes and looked at Yuan Hansheng, who was holding him by the side of the road. He blinked desperately to see his face. When he saw that this man was yuan Hansheng, he grabbed yuan Hansheng's collar and scolded him as a bastard.

Yuan Hansheng stretched out his hand to stop the taxi. He pulled it back and held it in his hand. Yuan Hansheng held his waist firmly, patted his head and said to him, "I'll take you home. Don't make trouble."

"I didn't make a scene!" Tang Yan tugged at his collar and tried to shake his head to make himself sober. "I don't want to take a car. My home is not far from here. I'm going to walk back."

Yuan Hansheng knew that it was useless to reason with the drunkard, so he pulled his hand off his collar and coaxed him: "good, good! I'll take you! Where to go? Well? "

Tang Yan blinked, his eyes askew, and he reached out to show the way. Yuan Hansheng caught him in his chest and didn't let him fall. He squinted at him and pointed the way.

"Go to the end of this street, then turn left, and then cross two traffic lights to get to the community, and then enter the community. The 309 building is my home."

Yuan Hansheng pinched Tang Yan's hand in his palm, propped him up with his chest, put one hand around his shoulder and led him along the sidewalk.

"Good, good, I see, 309, right?"

Tang Yan leaned obediently in Yuan Hansheng's arms, half squinting at the road ahead, and nodded at a loss.

After walking for about five or six minutes, he came to the end of the street. Tang Yan, who had been leaning quietly against Yuan Hansheng's arms, suddenly pushed yuan Hansheng aside, covered his mouth and ran to the public toilet nearby. He covered his mouth and began to spit.

Yuan Hansheng was pushed aside by Tang Yan. When he found that Tang Yan was vomiting, he called out. He wanted to go to see how he was doing. Tang Yan suddenly yelled, "don't come here!"

Frightened by Tang Yan's roar, Yuan Hansheng stood outside to watch Tang Yan throw up and keep balance on the sink.