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

I just hope it doesn't irritate you.

He couldn't help but tell me again.

“Xiao Su Yan, other people's lives are fatal, but you have to protect yourself too, right? Don't be...”

Half of what he said, upstairs, the study door opened again.

Anyuan swallowed the rest and laughed.

“I'll go first. I'm busy there. ”

I couldn't help but glance at the stairwell and look at someone in the shadows.

Running away in a hurry.

Just listen, knock, the door closes tightly.

Su Smoke blinked.

By this time, Kwon's resignation had come before her.

The cowhide paper bag that An Yuan was holding in his hand.

A pair of peach blossom eyes slightly picked up, the corners of the lips smiled, still looking handsome.

It's just... dark ink in your eyes, storming.

Su Yan felt that he had a hidden temper that was even heavier than the first time she saw him.

She licked her lips, stretched her hand, pulled his sleeve.

“What's wrong with you? ”

In a soft voice, confused.

Xiaohua looked at her host.

Shh, shh.

The power to resign is heavy, the distance scares people to the stomach, the host doesn't dislike it at all?

That Lonely Lily, she was gentle and thoughtful, hid her little tail well, and was unkindly pulled out by her host, and told her to open her heart.

Xiaohua recently learned a new word.

Double standard dog!

But... in front of me, this is the host. Huh. Double label is cute!

Kwon's eyes gauged this beige shirt on her.

Yeah, right on the photo.

So the fucking obscure photograph was taken after work today?

Thinking about it, he kept rolling inside.

His tone, especially looking at her innocent eyes, made him gloomy.

The cowhide paper bag was still on the table. Wow, a dozen pictures were scattered on the table.

Su Yan took a look.

In that photograph, a man slammed a woman, and her posture was vague and she didn't know what she was talking about.

From all angles, women bow their heads shy, and look up.

If it wasn't for the heroine in this photo, Su Yan thought he was kissing the person in the photo.

She was curious, taking that picture and studying it.

I was about to reach up and take a closer look at the photo, and as soon as I only had a strong hand and held her wrist, I pulled her out of her seat.

The power narrows its eyes and the smile on its corners gets colder and colder

“Happy? ”

His tone was low and unseen. If it wasn't for his fierce eyes, it would make people think he was normal and not angry.

Su Yan shook his head, very serious explanation

“He was in pain. Heartache, I was afraid to push his heart so fast that he died there, so it didn't move. ”

She explains word for word.

Look at her, that little look.

Silence for a moment.

Reach out and hold the person in your arms and bend over and bite.

She whimpered and wanted to say no.

The result is even harder to be embraced.

Su Yan thought that she had explained so clearly that this person would understand.

As a result, his lips and teeth touched each other, listening to his sweet voice in the gap.

“Who is he? ”

He stopped kissing and looked at her so straight.