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

Chapter 633: Awful President, Paranoid Pet 33

Su Yan walked into the ward.

Lie on the bed with your eyes closed.

The head was covered in gauze, plaster on the arms, pale and bloodless.

Looks miserable.

Su Smoke walked to the bed,

“Are you awake? ”

Thin eyelids moved, but did not open.

I don't want to talk to her, I don't want to talk to her.

Su Yan reached out and tried to touch him.

But look at him all over the place.

Reach out and take it back.

After the silence, she continued.

“I just called and a nurse picked you up and said you were in a car accident and I was in a hurry. ”

She heard Xiaohua as soon as her voice went down.

“Ding-dong, the masculine liking value decreases by 1, the current liking value is 62. ”

Su Yan, look at him. Keep going.

“I'm worried about you. ”

“Ding-dong, the masculine liking value drops 2, the current liking value 60. ”

Su Smoke fell into silence.

After half a noise, he still didn't open his eyes and didn't speak.

She gently rubbed her lips.

“Are you mad at me? You don't want to talk to me? ”

He remained blind.

In fact, Su's cigarette butt is very stupid. Let her talk about love. No one has ever taught her anything.

It's like this moment, the thin pomegranate has set up a look of him being angry.

But she couldn't even say a word that was confusing.

And again, it's important.

Su Yan didn't feel he had done anything wrong.

Though he is known to have been injured in a car accident, he should be allowed a little at this time.

But she didn't do anything wrong. He was angry.

Nor did she think she was going to apologize to him.

The air is quiet.

After Su Yan did not speak, they both fell into silence.

Just sat quietly for five minutes.

She tightened the painting in her hand.

I was supposed to give him this painting today.

Just now he's like this.

And I don't know what he misunderstood, and his good feelings kept dropping.

He didn't believe what she said.

If I told him she'd been painting this painting for a long time, wouldn't he believe it?

She dropped her head.

Keep your head down and look at the blood on the picture.

Like, there's no way out.

She made a noise.

“You rest, I'll go home first. ”

The voice dropped, and the good feeling dropped three more times.

Ding-dong, the current male lead is worth 57.

The person lying in bed also seems angry.

Heart pressure is rising.

Su smoked his lips,

“Well, I'm renting back the apartment. ”

Her soft, gluey voice sounded.

If she doesn't go back to where he lives, she can always go back to the apartment.

“Ding-dong. Current masculine liking value decreases by 3, current liking value is 54. ”

Likeness is constantly decreasing. Su Smoke's lips are even stronger.

It's not going back. It's bullying people.

And she hasn't spoken yet, the one who doesn't want to talk to her, who's lying in bed.

I opened my eyes.

Staring at her like she was angry.

In that way, it was like Su Xiang had bullied him.

She looked at him with her lips in her eyes.

“What the hell do you mean? ”

Su Yan's hand was holding the painting. He was a little angry and became tighter and tighter.

A thin snort.

Shift your gaze.

The way you don't want to talk to her.

What else does she mean?

To paint self-portraits of other men, still retained to this day, what does she mean by any male god or schoolgrass??

Don't forget, you are a married man, you are married!!

Forget it if you don't explain it. Forget it if you're soft.

Are you going to move out?