Host, You're Targeted

After washing, Xu Qingdu found that song Zhiye was still in the room, sitting lazily on the sofa with his legs up and playing with his mobile phone.

All the quilts and sheets were arranged, and the shirt and suit trousers Xu Qingdu was going to wear were also put on the bed.

"Don't think you can bribe me like this!" Xu Qingdu went over and grabbed his cell phone from Song Zhiye's hand, then sat down on the edge of the bed, changing clothes and saying, "don't think you can take my picture! You can look with your eyes. I'm free to look, but you can't take pictures. "

Xu Qingdu lowered his head and changed his clothes. He didn't notice song Zhiye's expression. He thought that he wanted to steal and take photos with the intention of prank.

The unspeakable song Zhiye covers his forehead and sighs. When Xu Qingdu changes his clothes, he goes up and explains to him.

"Did you hear that in the morning? When we went to play yesterday, we were followed by fans. She wrote a repo and sent it out. Now it's on hot search. Manager Qin forced me to explain this matter quickly. It can't affect the image of our team. So I'm going to take a picture with you and say you're my brother... "

"I don't want it."

Without thinking about it, Xu Qingdu immediately rejected song Zhiye. He sat on the edge of the bed with his legs wide open. His shirt was still open with the top two buttons. His whole body exuded a green and astringent sense of youth.

He frowned slightly and looked at Song Zhiye sitting beside him. He put on a disdainful face, moved to the side and said, "I don't want you to shoot. I'm not your brother. I'm chasing you. I'm your future man."

Song Zhiye opened his mouth, Leng was blocked by his "future man".

For a long time, when Xu Qingdu had seen enough of his stupidity and was ready to leave, he grabbed Xu Qingdu's wrist and pulled the man back to his side. He put his hand around his shoulder to keep him from leaving.

"Tut, you say you want to chase me, even if you don't want to take pictures, do you mean it?"

Song Zhiye quickly raised his mobile phone and held Xu Qingdu's neck tightly to prevent him from breaking away.

"Come on, little ferry, look here, one, two, three eggplant!"

With a "click" sound, the picture on the mobile phone is fixed, and the right eyebrow tip is pressed down. Xu Qingdu, who raises his eyes impatiently, is held by song Zhiye, who is laughing so brightly, and half sticks his neck in his arms.

"O drop K!"

Song Zhiye was very quick. After taking a picture, he immediately stood up and ran away, editing his micro blog while walking.

Xu Qingdu uttered a remorseful Tut and caught up with his mobile phone. He followed song Zhiye down the stairs.

"Song Zhiye!"

Looking forward to changing clothes and Lu Fei are still sitting in the rest area on the first floor. When they hear the movement of the stairs, they look up.

Xu Qingdu went downstairs so fast that it was almost doubtful whether an accelerator was installed on his legs.

"Song Zhiye!"

Xu Qingdu yelled. There were still a few stairs left, so he didn't run at all. He stepped on his leg and jumped onto song Zhiye's back, which was just coming down the stairs. His slender legs were flexible on the waist of song Zhiye. Then he held his neck and reached for his mobile phone.

"Ah Song Zhiye pressed the lock screen of the mobile phone in time, allowing Xu Qingdu to snatch it over. He hugged his legs to prevent him from falling down. "I've finished sending it. I'm sorry."

Xu Qingdu looked at the mobile phone that couldn't be unlocked. He gritted his teeth and looked at Song Zhiye, who was smiling triumphantly. Suddenly, he grabbed the hair on his head with both hands.

"Ah --"

the outlook in the rest area and Lu Fei sighed at the same time and opened the microblog.

[@ pol-zy: look, my world's first stinky brother! (picture. JPG)]

prospect and Lu Fei sighed again, looking at the rapidly increasing number of comments and comments at the bottom.

@Pol hope: isn't it good to live? It's time for everyone to be healthy. You've been beaten by your brother.

@Pol Luffy: the captain who jumped on the edge of death, tut, poor.