Host, You're Targeted

"Well, now you don't like me? I'll go

Before Chu hang left, he had to play a big play against Zhou Qifeng. Zhou Qifeng looked at him coldly and almost didn't give him a foot to help him go.

After performing with Zhou Qifeng, Chu Hangyuan turns to Su Lin on the hospital bed and waves his finger, "goodbye, little cute Oh

Zhou Qifeng calmly took back his feet, pretended that nothing had happened, and opened his hands to the door.

"Dr. Chu, please."

Chu Hangyuan rubbed his buttocks, which had been lifted by Zhou Qifeng's knee, and glared at him fiercely. As soon as he saw it, sayazi ran out.

There are two people left in the room again.

Su Lin still remembers Zhou Qifeng's cruel expression after waking up in the morning and faintly remembers fainting in the dormitory.

Now he appears in the hospital, and the doctor seems to have something to do with Zhou Qifeng.

It is self-evident who sent him and who is here to take care of him.

Of course, Su Lin is not the only one who feels embarrassed. Zhou Qifeng is also embarrassed.

He also put on Su Lin's face in the morning, and slammed the door when he left.

Although the two of them did not really quarrel in the morning, the atmosphere was not as good as fighting!

"Eat something when you wake up."

Zhou Qifeng awkwardly swayed from side to side, aiming at the porridge on the head of the bed, and decided not to mention anything about the morning.

Su Lin still shrinks in the quilt, originally did not plan to come out, but the stomach is really hungry.

He hasn't had dinner all day.

He didn't have time in the morning, but he was dead at noon. If Zhou Qifeng hadn't knocked on the door of his dormitory, he might have finished the task in the dormitory.

In fact, he wanted to refuse, but he was really hungry.

Anyway, if he eats first, if he is full, he will have a porridge bought by Zhou Qifeng.

Zhou Qifeng is responsible for him because of his sense of responsibility.

After putting the matter down to a sense of responsibility, Su Lin felt much better.

As soon as Zhou Qifeng saw him come out, he stretched out his hand to help him.

Zhou Qifeng's hand touched Su Lin's waist and back, and the distance was virtually shortened.

After Su Lin put a pillow on the back of his waist and leaned on the head of the bed, Zhou Qifeng pulled the small table on the hospital bed and put the porridge with temperature in front of Su Lin.

"Thank you. I'll do it myself."

Su Lin blocked the hand of praying for wind for a week and went to remove the cover of the takeout box.

The lid of the store is tightly sealed. It's a takeout box that Zhou Qifeng said he was afraid of the cold when he took the takeout, so that the store's household could be sealed a little more tightly.

Su Lincai's fever subsided and soon woke up. He was weak all over, and his already painful body couldn't make him strong.

But he didn't let Zhou Qifeng help him.

However, Zhou Qifeng, who was blocked by him, could only stand and watch him compete with the box.

After he broke it several times, Zhou Qifeng finally couldn't see it anymore. He took the porridge out of his hand a little, pressed the edge, lifted the lid, and then returned to him.

Su Lin Leng for a moment, just picked up the spoon in hand and whispered thanks.

White plastic spoon with rice thick porridge into the pale pink lips showing ischemia, when eating porridge, a faint red tip of the tongue.

Zhou Qifeng stood beside him, unconsciously staring at Su Lin's mouth for a long time.

The cell phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.

Su Lin, who was lowering her head to drink porridge, raised her eyelids, looked at him lightly, and quickly withdrew her eyes.

Like what a lovely little animal, from the dark cave out of a round head, and quickly cover the tail to hide.