Host, You're Targeted

"Ono? How did you get here so late? "

Song Zhiye covered his mask and leaned against the bar to smile at Song Xiang, the owner of the bar.

"The base is on holiday these two days. I have nothing to do, so I'll come to you."

Song Xiang is song Zhiye's uncle. He pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose and took a bottle of wine to him from the cabinet beside him, and handed him a glass.

"I'm a little busy now. I don't have time to chat with you. You'd better go up and sit down for a while and look at it for me. Today, a little boy who looks like an underage is in a bad mood. I'm afraid something will happen to him. Please go up and have a look."

Song Zhiye stretched out his hand and fished out a wine opener from the table. He opened the bottle and laughed at Song Xiang. "My uncle, you can't do this. Did you see the boy's ID card?"

Song Xiang served the wine to the waiter, reported the number of the table and wiped his hands with a wet towel.

"Yes, 22. I'm an adult. I'm still tall. I just look at my face. The child is still pretty, he is a handsome boy. I think it is the first time for him to come. Go up and watch. Don't let the child be transferred to play. "

Song Zhiye watched song Xiang add ice to his glass, stood up with a smile, shook the ice, and prepared to go up with the bottle of wine.

"OK! What are you wearing and where are you sitting? "

"White shirt and black trousers, sitting by the window opposite the stairs on the second floor, is a very beautiful child with tiger teeth at the corners of his mouth when he talks. His skin is white, his eyes are big and his face is small."

Song Zhiye was amused by song Xiang's description, waved to him and walked toward the stairs on the second floor.

Song Zhiye didn't notice Xu Qingdu when he first went up the stairs on the second floor, because from his point of view, Xu Qingdu was blocked by the woman sitting in front of him to chat up.

Song Zhiye, thinking that no one in the position may have changed his position, moved his eyes and continued to go up.

However, a second before he looked away, he had already stood on the second floor platform and saw the corner of the white shirt protruding from the woman in red, and the woman's action of taking something out of her bag to throw it into the wine.

"What are you doing, beauty?"

Song Zhiye strides over, grabs the woman's wrist, conveniently puts his wine on the table, takes out his mobile phone with one hand and dials a call to song Xiang downstairs.

Song Xiang answered quickly, "a ye?"

"There's a guy who reaches out on the edge of the law, calls people up and calls the police."

The woman immediately realized that the direction of the matter was not quite right, and tried to pull back the wrist which was grasped by song Zhiye, "you let go!"

Song Zhiye chuckled, "ah? I let go? Beauty, are you ready to deny the evidence

The woman didn't make a break. Within half a minute, song Xiang came up with the security guard and took the woman away.

Song Xiang looked at the woman who was captured by the security guard, then sat down in front of Xu Qingdu, who was holding his cheek with both hands, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Oh, my little friend, what's the matter?"

Xu Qingdu was really drunk and didn't know what happened.

He lifted his face from his arm and looked at Song Xiang, who was sitting opposite him, with foggy eyes open. He said, "no table competition, no chatting."

Standing on one side, song Zhiye laughed and waved at Song Xiang.

"You go down, I look at him."