Host, You're Targeted

The tight reading of the script did not end until the evening. When Fu Siyan and the director said hello, it was completely dark outside.

The winter night was deep and cold. Forsyan and maao went out together. As soon as they were going to drill into the nanny cart, they saw a tall figure standing at the door of the hotel.

The man was wearing a long, pure white down jacket, zipped up to the top, covering most of his face. The big hat of the cotton padded jacket lay loosely on his head and covered most of his face.

The man hung his face and stretched out a few fingers to brush his mobile phone. The weak light on the screen of the mobile phone hit the tip of his exposed nose. There was a little light in the only exposed place of the whole face, which seemed to have an inexplicable sense of joy.

Ma'ao has been following Fu Shian all the time. Now he can see that Fu Shiyan suddenly stops to look in one direction and follow his eyes.

But ma'ao only saw a man standing on the side of the road, wrapped up and playing with his mobile phone.

"What's the matter?" "Don't you go?" asked Mayo

Fu Shiyan's whole attention was focused on the man playing with his head down. He strode to the man, grabbed the man's hand, and quickly led the man into the nanny's car.

Ma'o stood in front of the steps at the door of the hotel for two seconds. However, he quickly reacted and ran to the driver's seat of the nanny.

After getting on the car, ma'ao glanced at the back seat of the car from the rearview mirror and found that the man with white cotton padded jacket was Qi Yue.

His boss is now holding Qi Yue's hand in the palm of his hand and rubbing his finger on it.

"It's cold or not. I've been standing outside all the time. My hands are cold. You're still catching a cold." Fu Shiyan had taken the medicine and was much better. Now he could not hear his nasal voice except his voice was a little hoarse. "Isn't it necessary to have a fever after blowing a cold wind? Come on, I'll feel it. "

Qi Yue head back to avoid his hand, pull his hand down, ten fingers clasped together, smile and shake his head.

"I'm fine."

Qi Yue said and went over and touched his face with his cheek. He almost avoided the ice.

Fu Shiyan took a breath of cold air and suddenly took Qi Yue's cheek in his hands and moved his head away a little.

The ceiling light in the car is on when they get on the bus. So fu Si Yan can clearly see Qi Yue's curved eyes and his upturned mouth corners, and he can also see the bad smile in his dark eyes.

"Cold?" Qi Yue clasped his hands on the wrist of Fu Si Yan's hands holding his cheek, "you are so hot."

"I just stayed in the air-conditioned room." Fu Si Yan said and approached Qi Yue and wanted to kiss him, "when did you come? Did you wait for a long time?"

Due to the presence of Fu's assistant in the front seat, Qi Yue deflected his head to avoid Fu's lips, put his forehead against him and asked him to return to his original position. After keeping a certain distance from his face, he said, "it's been a long time since I wanted to have dinner with you, but who knows you came out so late. I've been starving to death from dawn to dusk. "

Qi Yue finished this sentence, but also lazily raised his eyelids to scan Fu Si Yan, and gave him a look of resentment.

Fu Shiyan was held up by Qi Yue's small eyes. He pulled his wrist tightly and raised it so that he had to come towards his own direction.

Qi Yue is a face, his hands are squeezed very tight, subconsciously low voice exclaimed: "what are you doing?"