Host, You're Targeted

That night, Su Lin stayed at Zhou Qifeng's house for the night.

Zhou Qifeng said that the guest room at home had not been cleaned up and asked him to continue sleeping on the sofa with himself. Su Lin agreed.

After a week of bathing, Su Lin didn't wear any clothes.

When he came out barefoot, Zhou Qifeng happened to see a bag on the bedside table that had been left out for a long time.

As soon as the bathroom door opened, he saw Zhou Qifeng stretch his arm and hold the paper bag.

When the paper bag rubs, it makes a harsh sound. He just looks at Zhou Qifeng who hears the movement and turns his head.

"What is that?" Su Lin pretends not to see Zhou Qifeng. He looks at his eyes with naked and naked eyes, and ties the tie around his waist.

Zhou Qifeng turns his eyes around his legs and chest which are exposed outside his bathrobe. Then he shakes open the paper bag. Without looking at it, he will pour the contents on the bed.

"I don't know. It seems that my brother sent it to me the other day, saying it was for me."

Su Lin came over to wipe his hair. The things in the bag fell off. One of them rolled to the ground and was just blocked by Su Lin's feet.

He bent down to pick up the thing, turned to the front and found it was a box Super thin 0.01, rose flavor.

Looking up to the bed, sure enough, there are all kinds of small boxes, and two bottles of black bottles with super value.

Su Lin turns to Zhou Qifeng again. Seeing that he has a dull face, he obviously didn't expect this kind of thing.

Su Lin felt funny.

He sat on the edge of the bed with his bathrobe bag in his hand and threw the small box back on the bed to let it reunite with his friends.

"From your brother?" Su Lin laughed, "is there such a good brother? I almost didn't send the people clean. You rich people really know how to play. "

Zhou Qifeng doesn't know why Zhou Qisheng sent him these things. He is also full of question marks.

What company did Zhou Qisheng cooperate with recently? Did others send him?

So much?

The lace of the bathrobe goes round and round in Su Lin's hand. Zhou Qifeng still stares at the things on the bed and frowns.

"Which flavor do you like, Mr. Zhou?" Su Lin intended to make fun of him, "it's all flower flavor, ah, it has an orange flavor."

Zhou Qifeng glanced at the smiling Su Lin, raised his hand and put everything back into the paper bag and put it back on the bedside table.

"Don't you know what I like?" Zhou Qifeng asked Su Lin.

Su Lin shook his head, "how can I know? President Zhou, there must be a limit to dreaming. There is only money between us. Don't get confused. "

With that, Su Lin raised his hand and continued to wipe his hair. The loose neckline of his bathrobe opened with the movement of raising his hand, revealing the traces on his skin that had not yet completely subsided.

Dark red is particularly clear on the snow-white background.

Zhou Qifeng can't help but swallow his mouth. Then he raises his hand and presses Su Lin's shoulder. He presses him on the bed and lowers his head to kiss him.

Su Lin raises his hand to block it. When Zhou Qifeng frowns at him, he drags Zhou Qifeng's collar to kiss him. It seems that he is playing a game. Whoever takes the initiative is the winner.

The hot air in the bathroom is still coming out. The air conditioner in the room can't lower the body temperature between the two people.

After a very deep kiss, Zhou Qifeng wants to lift Su Lin's bathrobe and is pushed away by Su Lin on his shoulder.

Su Lin, whose hair was not dry, tied up her loose bathrobe and pushed Zhou Qifeng out of bed. "Mr. Zhou, doctor Chu said, I'm still sick. I'm sorry I forgot. You can go to the toilet and solve it yourself."

Zhou Qifeng: Go to his uncle's Chu Hangyuan.