Host, You're Targeted

Su He, the last one to eat steamed stuffed buns, was caught by Qi Yue. A good boy looked at Qi Yue's eyes and thought he had heard wrong.

Su he repeated it nervously, and asked Qi Yue What do you say, Qi Da? "

Qi Yue looked at Su he's teeth with a small piece of coriander leaves. People who didn't know thought he wanted to do something to Su He!

"I said Qi Yue raised his voice, "where did you buy coriander bun?"

Su he heard Qi Yue's question and made sure he heard it correctly. He was stunned immediately.

He really thought Qi Yue would beat him. Instead of beating him, Qi Yue asked him if the coriander bun was delicious. Where did you buy it? What's the situation?

Thinking of this, Su he immediately remembered that Qi Yue seemed to be dead loyal powder of coriander!

“…… I didn't buy it. " Su he immediately pushed out the one who bought breakfast, "Xiaobai bought it!"

Xiaobai is hiding behind the computer to check the copy of the content that needs to be recorded today. He didn't expect that he could be pulled out of the back of the computer, so he rolled his eyes there.

Qi Yue immediately moved to the front, stretched out the final voice and yelled: "Xiao ~ Bai ~"

Qi Yue himself depends on his voice to eat. Now, with the nasal sound brought by a cold, he lengthens the ending. When he calls people sweetly and intentionally, people get goose bumps immediately.

Xiaobai stood up while shaking goose bumps. Qi Yue's voice just made the hair on his back stand up.

“…… Qi Da I am... "

Qi Yue rushed to him immediately and asked, "which family bought the coriander bun? How much is it? "

Xiaobai shrinks his neck when he is frightened by Qi Yue. After finding out that Qi Yue is not malicious but only interested in coriander steamed stuffed buns, he stands up straight and says, "the chicken Pai shop next to the crossroads bought it from the father's steamed bun shop next door One yuan, one... "

"Good! I see! " Qi Yue clapped two times on Xiaobai's shoulder and sincerely expressed his thanks to him, "thank you! My dear friend

Xiaobai said in a very low voice: -- You're welcome. "

Qi Yue turned around and was about to walk outside the recording room. When everyone was breathing and waiting for him to forget what they were eating in the recording room, he took the bag of soybean milk on Suhe's table, unscrewed the lid and drank it.

Su he looked at his soymilk into Qi Yue's stomach and almost cried out.

“…… Oh, boss... "

Qi Yue finished the bag of soybean milk in two mouthfuls, patted the garbage bag on Su he's table and said seriously, "today is coriander that saved you! Thanks for coriander! The next time anyone eats in the studio, I'll throw him out! No more in the studio, no more in the studio! What if the smell drifts into the room and affects the recording? Or are the people inside recording, swallowing all the time, looking at the people outside through the transparent glass? Isn't there enough space for you to eat? What's it like to stay in the studio one by two and three to eat? "

Qi more cold hum a, see other people put soy milk in the pocket, point to the door to signal them to go out and drink, and then come in.

"Is that a nice rest area out there?"

Qi Yue felt in his pocket and found that there was a dollar. He restrained the joy of buying coriander buns. He looked at everyone and said solemnly: "go out to eat!"

Su He pitifully picked up the bean milk bag that he had drunk empty on the table and said in a very low voice: "boss, don't drink Soybean Milk on an empty stomach. It's bad for the stomach."