Host, You're Targeted

"Yi -"

the sound of liquid being squeezed into small particles from the small hole into the air is very comfortable to listen to. Before Tang Yan came out of the sound, he felt his back and neck ache.

"Ah, ah!"

"Don't move!" Yuan Hansheng pressed his shoulder and continued to spray him with liquid medicine, "wash it for you first, don't move!"

Tang Yan didn't feel much before he was soaked in water. Now after spraying the disinfectant, the sunburnt area immediately became hot and painful.

Tang Yan frowned with pain, pinched yuan Hansheng's clothes, twisted his brow and gnawed his teeth.

After spraying the disinfectant, Yuan Hansheng pulled a wet towel to wipe the water on the edge of the sunburn wound for him. Unexpectedly, the hand holding the wet towel just touched it, and Yuan Hansheng felt the people under his hand tremble.

"Does it hurt?" Yuan Hansheng rubbed the back of Tang Yan's head and said, "is it painful to ask you?"

"Hiss No It hurts... "

Tang Yan, with a breath of breath, replied intermittently. Yuan Han sang looked at him like this. He took the spray medicine next to him, pressed Tang Yan's shoulder, and shot a fierce blow at his back neck.

"Ah, ah, ah --"

Tang Yan almost jumped up from his stool in pain. Fortunately, Yuan Hansheng pressed his shoulder in time.

"Said don't move." Yuan Hansheng held back his smile and sprayed some medicine on his skin, but he was very gentle at the moment, "can you still be a referee in the afternoon? You're all sunburnt. "

"Hiss..." Tang Yan gasped, holding yuan Hansheng's windbreaker in both hands, and wrinkling his clothes, like two flowers spreading from the middle to the outside, "I I'm not disabled or lame. I have What does it matter? "

"Hard mouth."

After saying these two words, Yuan Hansheng didn't speak any more. He sprayed a little medicine on Tang Yan's wound. After blowing it for a while, he let him put on his clothes.

Tang Yan reluctantly returned yuan Hansheng's windbreaker to him. Yuan Hansheng didn't resent his wrinkling clothes. He put them on two or three times, turned off the air conditioner while Tang Yan was wearing his coat, and took Tang Yan out of the hospital.

"Where are we going?"

"Take you to dinner." Yuan Hansheng dragged Tang Yan into the road and walked on the other side of the road outside. "You're all sunburnt. I'll take you to eat some delicious food. I won't go to the canteen and queue up for people."

This is the first time that Yuan Hansheng asked himself out. Tang Yan couldn't help turning his head and looking at him.

The leaves on the maple have almost fallen, and the trunk is a wonderful color of black and white and gray.

Yuan Hansheng, wearing a long windbreaker, walked by the tree trunk. Tang Yan couldn't help it. He looked at it more.

"Don't look at me." Yuan Hansheng didn't turn his head, but he stretched out his hand and pressed it on his head. "Think about what you want to eat!"

"All right!" Tang Yan pinched his thigh fiercely. After confirming that it was true or not a dream, Tang Yan happily turned his head back and faced the long road ahead and said, "as long as you are there, you can go anywhere. Where you are is where I want to be

Yuan Han Sheng was laughed at by this local love story, and he grabbed Tang Yan's earlobe gently and rubbed it for two times.

"Don't talk about people like that."

This time Tang Yan was not satisfied. He pulled yuan Hansheng's sleeve and shook it discontentedly. He said seriously, "I really think it's OK to have you there. The important thing is not what you ate, but who you went with, isn't it? Besides, this is the first time you've brought me out to dinner. Am I happy

Yuan Hansheng held his earlobe's hand and let it go. Suddenly, he felt sour in his heart.