In his memory, this was probably the first time in the years he had known her, including the year he had known her, that she had become curious about him.

Has she been ignored for too long?

Such a simple curiosity moved him and made him content.

"I studied a little bit in my junior year of high school." Su Zhinian paused and explained in more detail: "Male students are more interested in computers, and at the beginning of college, I also took it, so I can learn it." ”

Studied a little? Can you learn well?

Just toss out a game plug-in casually, is this okay? It's obviously a good idea!

In such an understatement of self-humility, dear, you will have no friends, okay?

He can do it, which means that his technology is very powerful, is that ......

A thought suddenly popped up in Song Qingchun's mind, she hesitated, spoke, and asked, "You can do a cheat, so if I delete the text message, can you recover it?" ”

"I guess so." Su Zhinian pondered for a moment and replied.

"What about after the WeChat chat history is deleted?" Song Qingchun asked.

Su Zhinian replied: "It's okay." ”

Song Qingchun's eyes were dyed with a layer of joy: "That means that deleted emails can also be recovered?" ”

When Su Zhinian heard this question, he had a faint premonition that he knew what Song Qingchun was going to do.

In fact, he should have thought that he controlled Qin Yinan's consciousness and saved her, which would definitely make her unwilling to Qin Yinan.

However, the situation that day was so dangerous, and he wanted to slap Tang Nuan in the face, so he didn't do too much analysis at all, and directly controlled Qin Yinan's thoughts......

Over the years, it has always been like this, he can be sad about her sadness, but he can never be happy with her happiness.

Because her happiness is arsenic that can kill him.

Su Zhinian stared at Song Qingchun's eyes full of hope, and he couldn't bear to refuse, he was silent for a long time, but finally nodded his head lightly and said, "It should be okay." ”

Song Qingchun's eyes became extremely bright, she secretly rubbed the back of her hand, and asked with a little caution: "Then, can I ask you for a favor?" ”

Even if she didn't say it, he knew what she was asking him to help with.

Su Zhinian lowered his eyes: "You say." ”

Song Qingchun bit his lower lip and said his request: "I deleted 99 emails a while ago, can you help me restore those emails?" ”

He knew about the existence of those 99 emails, and that was when she contacted him in the first year of entering the army "south of Qin".

Su Zhinian swallowed a mouthful of saliva, still looking negotiable: "I'll try." ”

Song Qingchun saw that he agreed, her eyebrows were finished again, she hurriedly clicked on the webpage, logged in to her mailbox, and then handed the computer to Su Zhinian.

Su Zhinian didn't speak, and after a while, he began to act.

Song Qingchun stood aside for a while, then quietly walked out of the bedroom, went downstairs and filled some of the desserts cooked at noon, and brought them upstairs.

When she pushed open the bedroom door, Su Zhinian had already put down the computer, leaned against the head of the bed, and stared out the window.

He looked a little sad as if he had encountered something unhappy.

Song Qingchun couldn't figure out what was going on with him, and when he saw his appearance, his mood became a little depressed.