Host, You're Targeted

After two and a half hours of flight, the plane arrived in Lucheng, which was already in deep winter.

When they got off the plane, they felt a cold wind spreading from their feet. Fortunately, some assistants brought down coats and warm hands.

Except Qi Yue.

Qi Yue is different from those artists after all. He has no assistant, no agent, only a group of employees and a studio. Every time he works, he needs to contact himself and interview himself. So even if he knows that he is coming back today, no one from the studio will pick him up.

Because we all naturally think that Qi Yue is omnipotent. If you come back from Haicheng, you will prepare your own down jacket and coat.

However, Qi Yue did not prepare for this.

Thirty days ago, the thick clothes he was wearing could no longer resist the cold in the bone marrow of the tourist city. He stood shivering in front of the luggage carousel wrapped in a overcoat.

Fu Siyan got off the plane and picked up a call from Leiting. He said that there was a dinner party with the director in the afternoon. He promised to ask about other things, and then hung up.

Who knows a hang up the phone to walk outside, turn head to see Qi Yue standing in front of the luggage turntable shaking.

The heating of the airport is not enough. Without saying a word, Fu Shiyan took off his coat and walked towards Qi Yue, covering him all over his body.

"No clothes?"

Fu Siyan frowned and grabbed Qi Yue's hand. He found that his hand was cold.

"I forgot." Qi Yue's spirit is really not good, his voice is a little dumb, just for a moment, there are signs of a cold, "nothing, you wear it, I'm not very cold."

Finish this sentence, Qi Yue sneezed a loud noise.

Fu Siyan grabbed his hand to take off his clothes, forced him to put on his long cotton padded jacket, and then squatted down to pull up the zipper until it reached Qi Yue's chin.

Qi Yue stretched out his hand and struggled for two times, but he let go and gave up without struggling.

Fu Shiyan buttoned the top two buttons for him, raised his eyes slightly and looked at his face. After two and a half hours of flight,

"did I make too much yesterday?" "You don't look very well now," Fu said in a low voice

Qi more waved his hand to clap him open, mouth hard way: "I really have nothing to do."

After finishing this sentence, Qi Yue felt that the upper and lower eyelids seemed to be fighting, Leng was drooping together, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open it.

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when he woke up again, Qi Yue found himself lying in a strange room.

The heating in the room is so full that I can't feel the cool at all.

Qi Yue turned his head and took a look in the room. He found that the color of the room was either black or gray. The room was very clean and tidy, which made people feel that there was no living here.

There is a wall clock on the wall opposite the bed. Qi Yue sees the clock on the top pointing to the number seven.

Just as Qi Yue stares at the wall clock in a daze, other people's voices are faintly heard outside.

It's forsyan.

"Well, I can't get away with something, but I'll be there on time for the screenplay tomorrow morning. Don't worry. OK, I see." After waiting for a while, Fu Siyan felt that the matter should be reported to Lei Ting, so he said, "I have something else to tell you That is I'm in love. "