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

Mm-hmm.

She left her stuff in the car?

Think of it, thin lips.

Throw it all day long, like this.

Even so, I reached out and brought the booklet.

On the seal of the booklet, a red heart with a red pen.

Pink fur, a red heart outside the fur, deliberately placed in his car.

Is that a confession?

Think of it, brush it from the root of the ear to the neck.

This, this, his wife, knows how to do this all day.

Never seen a woman like that before.

Thoughtful of this, he clasped his lips and slowly turned the first page.

It's got some text clutter on it.

Look closely, like a conversation between two people.

“Su Xiaoyan, you can chat with me. ”

“Talk about what? ”

“Boogie ~ ~ I'm sick of this teacher's class. ”

“Neither do I. ”

Scrub font, read carefully to see the words above.

Flip backwards to outline the character with a black carbon pen.

And then back, some eyebrows, some mouth and nose.

Page after page, it's the back of the teenager.

Basketball player, water drinker, playing with friends.

Su Yan's painter is very good.

After all, he is a high-calibre student who took part in key art colleges.

The painting is very detailed and the boy is very sunny and handsome.

The laughter is particularly appealing.

His lips were thin, his face was faceless, and his anger could not be seen.

He just flips back one page at a time.

Follow me. Sometimes there's a conversation.

“Hey, you like him so much, why don't you go confess?" ”

“It's school grass, I don't know where to look. ”

“Pfft, what's wrong with the school grass?” Su Xiaoyan's classmates looked very good.

“Oh, well, you're such a bitch. ”

“Don't be so shy, when you're hiding behind a tree and watching people play basketball, it's not like this at all. ”

“Sun Qing!! Don't say that again! ╭ (╯ ^ ╰) ╮ ”

“Okay, okay, I'm not gonna say it. I'm not gonna say it, okay? You said you've been secretly in love for so many years, you're not going to tell me? ”

“Mind your own business! ”

“Okay, okay, I don't care.” "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

“ · · · · · · · ”

Go all the way to the last page, with a complete picture of the man holding basketball handsome.

Here are two words, Zheng Yao.

I looked at the last painting for a long time with no expression on its face.

It stood there like a sculpture.

The suit was tight because of his sitting position.

Exposed what was in his pocket.

That's a heart-shaped box.

Originally, our big president thin was going to give this ring to his newlywed little wife the last time he went out on a date in the suburbs.

I didn't know so many accidents would happen.

Fighting again. Love wrapped around the wagon.

This led to his ring not being sent out.

Put it in his hand.

But the ring can't stay with him.

So he planned to give her the ring at noon today.

He could even imagine her little wife happily holding him and kissing him.

But now, look at the book in your hand.

Always thought his wife had been secretly in love with him for a long time, Mr. Thin.

It's stuck in the seat.

His wife, like a stinking man named Zheng Yao.

He held his lips thinly and his bones clenched tightly against the album.

Not a word.

Assistant Zhang outside was going to wait for Mr. Thing to leave himself before going upstairs.

But how does this thin... look so angry?