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

Chapter 622: Awful President, Paranoid Pet 22

Because we're married, so what?

So she's gonna live together, so she's gonna move... does that mean we're gonna live together?

She made a noise.

“We live together, and I'll live with you from now on? ”

She hugged her and held her whole body in her arms, silent.

Indeed, his wife had long missed the fact that they were going to live together.

Now I can't help but say it myself.

His wife is so sticky, he's probably the only one who can stand her as a husband.

Thin takes into account his newlywed wife's impatient attitude.

Half an hour later, the move started.

Two hours later, Su Smoke took his essentials and appeared in the shallow villa.

From today onwards, it is precisely the beginning of conjugal cohabitation.

Three-story villa house design.

An intermediate spiral staircase, pure white marble floors, is the first feeling of walking into the villa.

Simple.

There's nothing extra set up.

Su Yan has been sleeping for three meals a day since the day he moved in.

Both will spend time in this house.

Then add something to the otherwise simple and sophisticated villa at visible speeds.

Cold and icy settings also add some popularity.

There is a room in the room that was opened specifically for Su Yan as a drawing room.

He was a high-calibre student at the Academy of Fine Arts.

When you graduate, you rely on paintings to eat.

The day goes by, and the month soon passes.

One day, little flower tips

“Host, original painting skills, still retained, aren't you going to paint a male lead? ”

When Xiaohua said that, Su Yan was in class.

But after listening to it, it makes sense.

As if she hadn't painted him yet.

Think of it like that and instantly flash a thin, cold, ice-free look in your head.

He rarely laughs and has a small face.

Very unwieldy again.

Different hearts.

Every time I poked him, his ears were red.

With him, you can never see what he said.

Depends on what he actually did.

The longer he lived, Su Yan began to understand him.

That's so arrogant.

When she thought about it, she smiled shallow.

Next door, Sun Qing is listening to the class looking for the bag

“Well, Su Yan, did you get your book back? ”

Su Yan came back and asked.

“What book? ”

“It's the last time I borrowed something from you. ”

Sun Qingqing said, looking.

“How can you not find it? He was in his pocket last time. ”

Su Yan can't remember which book she was talking about.

Just ask.

“Is it important to remember something up there? ”

Sun Qing nodded

“It doesn't matter to me, it seems a little important to you. ”

After that, Sun Qing weighed Su's cigarette again and changed his mouth.

“But it doesn't matter to you now that you're married, it's all about drawing handsome brochures at the time of your Spring Heart. ”

Su Yan listened, Dao

“Since it doesn't matter, it's lost. ”

When I was talking, my eyelids dropped and I didn't know what I was thinking.

Just a lesson.

Su Yan bought a piece of paint and went home.

Demonstrates a sense of urgency distinguished from the usual.

Xiaohua is confused

“Host? What's wrong with you?”

“Go back and paint. ”

“Ah, host, did you listen to Xiaohua and plan to paint a copy for the male master?" ”