The Blackened Male God Always Wants To Set A Routine For Me

There was a glimmer of doubt in his eyes.

Is she helping herself?

Didn't you just listen at the door and never come in?

Su Smoke has a small brain capacity, not low intelligence.

She is very sensitive to every move in a tense atmosphere.

Lonely was acting a little strange.

The producer wanted to talk and heard the noise at the door.

Everyone looked at each other.

One was embraced by the stars like the moon.

The man was wearing a white shirt and was wearing expensive clothes everywhere.

His body was so well proportioned that this finely tailored suit fitted him perfectly.

She looked handsome, her eyelids lifted, a pair of peach blossom eyes filled with incomprehensible emotions, her lips were not bloody, she glanced at it, she just felt indifferent.

But the next second, when he saw his lip smile, he swept his eyes.

The sound is slow, like it's funny.

“It's really exciting here. ”

Su Smoke's eyes lit up, it was the right word.

Such a rude intrusion, but the people present were quiet.

There was nothing else, right to resign to that station, was to follow the black man behind him, brushed the whole house surrounded by people.

What good can a person be when those people resign with their rights?

Standing there without saying a word, but hidden in his body, he knew that the other party was not good.

An Yuanfei was a little surprised to see Su Yan, but then again, no wonder he had the right to resign from the murderous atmosphere of the night.

There's nothing strange about it if it's Su Cigarette.

In this silence, Lonely came out of this shock, generous.

“Why did this gentleman break into our party compartment? ”

Not inferior, not aggressive.

Kwon glanced at her and turned his gaze on Su Smoke.

Looking at her soft and harmless appearance, it was bullying.

Besides being a pillow, it doesn't do much good.

Rolling up and down your throat,

“Not yet? ”

Su Smoke lost his impatient strength and walked up to him.

If you haven't spoken yet, listen to Xiaohua's generosity

“Host! Tell him everything you've been accused of! Tell him to get you to bed early next time! ”

How could this have happened if it had not been so late that the right to bully the host had led the host to sleep until noon?

No, no, these bad guys hate it, too!

So Xiaohua added another sentence.

“Host! These people are disgusting! They bully you!! ”

As soon as he reached for it, he lowered his head and put the little pillow in his arms, which seemed to have suffered a great deal.

I looked up at these people and my eyes were cold.

Kevin was the most connected person. He seemed to have a good relationship with Su Smoke. First he was relieved, then he laughed nicely and wanted to relieve the tension.

I don't know. I didn't even open my mouth. I heard the chilling voice of power.

“Who made you drink? ”

Su Yan listened and raised his head.

Then point to the big, round square producer.

“He."

Finish.

Seems inappropriate to complain like this.

The voice was quiet, grabbed the collar of his resignation, stood up and whispered in his ear.

“He bought several kinds of wine together and spit in it, forcing me to drink it or he wouldn't let me go. ”

Speaking of which, Su smoked his mouth.

I couldn't help but look at the already somewhat panicked producer.

She thought that if Kwon didn't help her, she would beat him up and force him to drink it.