Host, You're Targeted

"What are you doing? Help people answer questions

Zhou Qifeng throws the wet towel on Su Lin's head and is pulled down by Su Lin and thrown on him.

Su Lin eyebrows showing impatience, eyes staring at the mobile phone screen, "when I finish this, not much."

From Zhou Qifeng's point of view, we can't see the content on Su Lin's mobile phone, mainly because Su Lin's toughened film is too broken.

"Why don't you change the membrane? It's cracked like this. "

Su Lin pressed the mobile phone keyboard typing, casually replied: "I used to be poor, you don't know."

Zhou Qifeng put the towel on the back of the chair, "how much can it cost to change a mobile phone membrane?"

"I'm poor!" Su Lin accentuated his tone impatiently.

Seeing that he seemed to be busy with his business, Zhou Qifeng did not disturb him. He sat beside him and watched quietly for a while.

"This is the last one." Su Lin looks up at him and points in.

At this glance, Su Lin saw Zhou Qifeng in his bathrobe, one arm supporting the armrest of the chair, leaning lazily against the chair as a fulcrum, and looking down at him from top to bottom.

This is like a look of contempt, but the eyes from Zhou Qifeng's eyes seem to be full of emotion.

So this expression falls in Su Lin's eyes, is gentle with connivance.

Su Lin felt that the attitude he had just yelled at him was not correct. He apologized to him in a low voice and explained what he was doing.

"Mr. Zhou, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I I forgot to deal with this matter. Just now my roommates sent me a message and I just reflected it. I'm really sorry. When I finish this last one, you want to give me some color to see if I will never fight back. I know I just said too much. I'm sorry. "

Zhou Qifeng said, "it's OK. I don't care, but what are you doing?"

Su Lin lowered her posture and replied in a low voice: "at first, the mailbox for helping people deal with problems was only a topic in our social practice activities at first. Later, I didn't know how it got hot. There were many help letters every day. Four people in our dormitory couldn't ignore these people's requests for help, so we just helped them deal with the problems."

Su Lin's mobile phone keyboard has a very small sound effect when typing. Zhou Qifeng watched him finish a reply seriously and put his mobile phone at the head of the bed.

"Help people deal with problems?" Asked Zhou Qifeng.

Su Lin is about to get his clothes for a bath. When he hears Zhou Qifeng's question, he doesn't move. He nods and sits at the head of the bed waiting for Zhou Qifeng's words.

Zhou Qifeng's languid appearance seems to be three words in capital, so his words have lost the sense of oppression that people have to pay attention to when wearing a suit.

"Do you deal with everything? No matter big or small troubles, as long as you ask, you will deal with them? "

Su Lin didn't know what position Zhou Qifeng was standing on, nor did he understand the purpose of his question.

"Yes." Su Lin gave him a positive answer even though he didn't know the meaning of Zhou Qifeng's question.

He thought that after that, Zhou Qifeng would let him take a bath.

But Zhou Qifeng did not.

"Won't this mailbox stop? Will it continue to drive? " He asked.

Su Lin laughed and asked, "why, do you want to post letters to our mailbox?"