Host, You're Targeted

There is a drugstore at the gate of the school. All the way out of the dormitory area, Su Lin stands at the drugstore counter and his front legs are soft.

"Hello, I want to buy these medicines."

He took out the paper with the name of the drug and handed it to the staff in the drugstore. After taking the medicine, he put it back into his schoolbag.

The car called on the mobile phone just stopped by the drugstore. Su Lin carried her schoolbag and ran to the car.

The driver on the front seat confirmed the name of the destination with him, and then checked the road conditions nearby to turn the car out.

"Master, try to drive as fast as possible. Someone in my family is ill. I'm in a hurry to go back."

The driver agreed to get down, the car into the middle of the road, need to turn around at the school gate fence opening.

Su Lin is still panting up to now. He has never run so fast in his life. It's like being chased and killed.

It's funny to think about it. Su Lin wiped the sweat on her forehead, but she was so scared that she thought there was something wrong with him because a student's attitude toward him was too clear.

He took a roll of tissue from the side pocket of his schoolbag to wipe the sweat from his face.

While he was concentrating on wiping the sweat on his forehead, he didn't notice a man standing on the opposite road who had been staring at him for a long time.

Bao Hui stands on the bus stop, hands tightly together, and looks at Su Lin with sticky eyes, like insects hidden in the dark, revealing sticky and disgusting prototype in the sunlight.

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"well, the child in front of me is very familiar."

Zhou Qisheng turned the steering wheel and backed the car into the parking space on the side of the road. His eyes were locked on the people who pushed open the iron door and walked into Zhou Qifeng's house.

Fang Zhian untied the safety belt, looked at the past, only saw a virtual shadow walking in.

"Who is this?"

Zhou Qisheng turned off the car, pulled out the car key, untied the seat belt, and scraped on the tip of Fang Zhian's nose.

"Xiao Feng likes to be cute."

Fang Zhian immediately glared round almond like big eyes, as if met what the sky dropped pie good thing, "Xiaofeng has a favorite person? Come on, come on, I'm going to get out of the car and see what kind of person it is

"Wait a minute." Zhou Qisheng pulls Fang Zhian's wrist and pulls her back. He reaches out to straighten her rough hair.

Zhou Qisheng is so familiar with his grinning and hawing appearance. As long as he has something that is not easy to say, it will immediately appear to him. Zhi'an, the other party, said that Zhou Qisheng could be regarded as an explicit expression, but he almost didn't write the words "I have something to say" on his face.

"If you have something to say, don't grind." Fang Zhian played on Zhou Qisheng's forehead, "do you know about Xiao Feng and the girl? I'm a counselor. What kind of girl haven't you met? Come on, I can take it. "

Zhou Qisheng thought, you have never met this girl, because he is a boy at all.

Seeing Zhou Qisheng still hesitated, Fang Zhian was a little anxious, "Zhou Qisheng!"

"That's it." Zhou Qisheng had a strong desire to survive. "About two months ago, Xiaofeng asked me to have an intern. The child was not bad, and his ability and appearance were outstanding in all aspects, but there was a little This is... "

He has never discussed this topic with Fang Zhian before. I wonder if Fang Zhian can accept the fact that Zhou Qifeng likes boys.

"What is it?" Fang Zhian almost wanted to beat him.

He took a deep breath, plucked up his courage and said, "the intern he asked for was not a girl, but a boy."