Host, You're Targeted

The next day of the holiday is Saturday, which is the day when ten schools have made joint examinations.

As a "learning God grass hegemony" with the main role of the aura, Xia CI Feng sleeps to sleep naturally, and there is no idea of going to see the ranking by mobile phone.

Whether he looks or doesn't, the score that always stands at the top of the list is there.

"Up?"

After washing her teeth, Xia CI wind found Lin Shouxian was still at home, and he smiled at her with special kindness.

"Breakfast is hot for you. In the microwave, take it out and eat it yourself."

Summer CI wind by Lin Shouxian this inexplicable and kind attitude made a little muddle, how suddenly to him so good?

"What do I do?" Lin Shouxian, who has been standing in front of the kitchen, finds that the eyes of Xia CI wind are not right, and he claps his head with a smile. "Is it silly to sleep? This unlucky child. "

Xia Yufeng took a shark and brought the hot breakfast out of the microwave, and then put it on the table. He was sure that if Lin Shouxian could kill him and quickly ran to the room, he began to bite his chopsticks and asked, "Mom, did you and my dad pick up a little boy with me? Or are you going to throw me away? Why are you so kind to me all of a sudden? "

"Hey, you boy! What do you say? "

Lin Shouxian said this, but the body did not turn to look at the unlucky child, and still busy living on the kitchen to open the stew pot.

"Your mother, I've been very nice to you! But this morning your head teacher called to congratulate you on taking the first place in the joint examination of the ten schools. Let's make you some delicious consolation. "

Summer CI Feng bit a dumpling, just to continue to see Lin Shouxian finally opened the stew pot, a strong smell of meat came, red date cinnamon wolfberry and meat itself flavor mixed together.

Xia CI wind closed his eyes and smelled for a while, but he saw a piece of white flower in his bowl without any other ingredients, and he lost his appetite in a moment.

"Mom! Is this soup stewed for me? Can I have a drink now? "

Lin Shouxian took a spoon and tasted a soup, hit his mouth and shook it to the cupboard, and put his index finger on the summer rhetoric wind with a hum.

"It's not stewed for you, but you can drink it. Wait a moment. You'll finish your noodles first!"

"Oh, it's not for me?" Xia CI Feng felt that he must have been wrong, "my dear mother, did you just say you want to comfort me?"

Lin Shouxian took out a heat preservation bucket and began to fill it with soup. He said unconsciously, "is there any connection between my stew and my comfort?"

Summer CI style: "......"

---I regret when I walk to the hospital with the cup in summer, so how can I sleep until nine this morning?

If I don't get up at nine, if Lin Shouxian's soup is not stewed when I get up, then I will not bring lunch and soup to send food to xiananbo.

"Whoops."

Summer farewell wind stood at the traffic light intersection wrapped in the body of the long wind clothes, gently breathed out.

The weather in late autumn has cooled down, even if the sun shines on the body will not make people feel warm.

Summer words wind single hand into the pocket of the windbreaker, a piece of paper was felt at once.

He took out the paper in his pocket strangely and found that it was a green note and a white note.