Host, You're Targeted

The water cup in the room was empty. Fu Jiyao rubbed his head and sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled out his trousers from the messy clothes on the ground, and put them in with his legs.

Tired of looking for his coat, he went out barehanded and went to the kitchen to look for hot water.

The door of the bedroom was not closed, and the cold wind from the door made Liang Jingyi shiver.

He sighed, trying to get out of bed and find a dress to wear.

But he didn't want to move any more after he moved. It was more comfortable to wait on others to serve him.

A minute later, Fu Jiyao came in from the door with a cup of warm water.

Fu Jiyao's upper body is naked, and there is a very obvious black-and-white line on his arm, which is the trace of being exposed to the sun when he was wearing his uniform for a long time.

His muscles are smooth, and the blue veins on his arms are particularly sexy, as if the blood vessels are full of hormones.

Liang Jingyi thought of the incident last night and sighed silently.

"Here it is." Fu Jiyao came and sat down by the bed and handed over the water.

Liang Jingyi drank the warm water in one breath and handed the cup to Fu Jiyao.

"Is it still hard? Do you want to buy some medicine? " Fu Jiyao takes the cup with one hand and reaches out to explore the forehead temperature of Jingyi.

Liang Jingyi avoided his hand, shook his head, wrapped up the quilt on his body, "no, it's not so fragile. I'm a medical student at least, and I know what my physical condition is like."

"But the doctor does not cure himself." Fu Jiyao said.

This sentence in exchange for Liang Jingyi a white eye, he simply skip this topic, pointing to the clothes all over the ground, let Fu Jiyao to clean up the mess.

"Don't talk nonsense. Go clean the room first and help me get some clothes out of the closet."

"OK, OK," Fu Jiyao picked up the clothes on the ground one by one and put them together. Then he opened the wardrobe to help Liang Jingyi find clothes. "What do you want to wear?"

"All right. Take whatever you like. Isn't my wardrobe full of white T's? Just take one of them. "

So fu Jiyao took his clothes and pants, and helped him clean up the dirty clothes he had thrown down the day before and put them into the washing machine, and cleaned the house by the way.

Liang Jingyi sat on the sofa with a cup of tea and watched Fu Jiyao clean his house.

Although Fu Jiyao still has to go to work in the afternoon, getting up in the morning is always late, so it seems inhumane to let him clean up all the time.

However, Liang Jingyi felt that he had been in love with him last night, and it was nothing to ask him to do some hard work in the morning.

In the middle of cleaning, Liang Jingyi's door was suddenly knocked.

Fu Jiyao happened to be mopping the floor at the door, so he opened the door.

It was Fu QingHan who came to knock on the door.

The two brothers and sisters looked at each other at the door of Liang Jingyi's house. Fu QingHan looked at Fu Jiyao with a mop in shock.

“…… Brother Why are you here? "

Fu Jiyao did not answer her question, but asked her, "do you want to come in?"

Fu QingHan shook his head in shock.

"If you don't come in, I'll continue to mop the floor. What can I do for you?" Fu Jiyao bent down to put the shoes at the door and continued to mop the floor.

Fu QingHan stupidly stood at the door, looking at his brother, who can only cook at home, but mopping the floor in the neighbor's house. For a time, he forgot what she came to knock on Liang Jingyi's house door.

Liang Jingyi was reading on the sofa and noticed the movement at the door. He walked over in slippers.

"What's the matter?" He asked Fu Qing for a letter.