Host, You're Targeted

"Well, Mr. Chengchao..."

Shen Chaosheng put down the microphone and strode straight through the crowd to go to Gu chaoluo. When Gu chaoluo leaned back his neck due to inertia, he pulled his scarf and pulled it up, only showing his big eyes.

There was a lot of hustle and bustle around him, but he could only see the man standing in front of him.

"Gone."

Shen Chaosheng patted Gu chaoluo's head and pulled him away. Before the crowd around him could react, Gu chaoluo was dragged by Shen Chaosheng through the gallery and went directly to the second floor.

Along the way from the gallery, the paintings with wooden frames are arranged neatly on the macarone solid walls of different colors, which looks simple and atmospheric.

"Chaosheng..."

Gu chaoluo is dragged into a room by Shen Chaosheng. Before he can stand still, he is hugged by Shen Chaosheng, who turns around and closes the door.

"What are you doing?"

Gu chaoluo is wondering whether he has got up early and his head is not good. Why does he think Shen Chaosheng is not normal?

Shen Chaosheng stares at him for two seconds, suddenly holds his cheek, bows his head and makes a wild kiss.

Gu chaoluo was stuttered by him. He pulled his arm in a daze. It took him a long time to get back to push him away.

"For what?"

Shen Chaosheng leads him to the room. Gu chaoluo is pushed to the sofa by him and sits down. Who knows that just after his buttocks are touched by the cushion, he is hugged and kisses back and forth with his head in his arms.

"Go down! I really like you

Gu chaoluoleng didn't taste the other meaning of this sentence for a long time. Instead, he was almost blinded by the starlight debris in Shen Chaosheng's eyes.

In the gallery, the number of people coming to the exhibition continues to increase, but Shen Chaosheng holds his little boy friend and nests in the sofa in this small room and talks intermittently.