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

Listen to me.

Is this a sign to him that the man is a man of the past?

She likes herself now??

Sure enough, she still has a crush on herself and likes it a lot.

Xiaohua made a noise

“Ding-dong, the masculine liking value plus 2, the current liking value 82. ”

Su Yan, go on.

“Do you have anything else to ask? If not, the matter will be reversed. ”

I couldn't help but look at her. The cold tone.

“Turn it over? Who said they liked me when we got married? In less than two months, it's been turned over and there's old love. ”

He was apathetic and had no expression with a sense of oppression.

Su smoke drowned his eyelids low.

“I don't like him. ”

“Who knows.”

She was angry when she heard about it.

Don't like it?

Didn't like it and drew him a book??

Don't like to call him a male god and never marry??

That's what she's doing to him!

The vinegar jar inside the thin jar was knocked over again.

Sour bubbles in my heart.

He was her husband and never painted a painting.

Su Yan didn't believe what he was saying.

Gently softened her lips.

He's got his hands full.

“You don't believe me, so what are you gonna do? ”

The tone is gone, usually shallow, with some other emotions.

“Think I like someone else, don't like you, think I'm marrying you for another purpose? So, what do you want? Divorce?”

Her voice dropped.

The blood pressure of the gas over there is up.

“You!”

His face got colder and colder, his lips tightened and he couldn't say a word.

That blood pressure pulse is still rising.

The machine is yelling bright red.

Enough to see how angry he is now.

Su Yan asked a question.

The thin one can't give the answer.

He stared dead at Su Yan, so he couldn't help but stare at a hole in her.

Su Cigarette pulled over the side of the chair and sat down.

“Before we got married, I said that there was a three-month probation period for divorce if it didn't feel right. ”

The more thin the face, the colder.

The surrounding air seems to be condensing out of the slag.

She paused and made another sound.

“Since you think I'm inappropriate, let's... ”

The divorce didn't say anything, so I heard the cold voice interrupt.

“I disagree. ”

Su Smoke blinked.

“Why? ”

“No reason! ”

He was tough and didn't give her a chance to rebut.

The two looked at each other, and the thin pomegranate seemed angry.

A cold face with obvious chest ups and downs.

After the silence, Su Yan made a noise

“These days, you don't want to talk to me, and you don't want to see me. You belong to cold violence. ”

She looked at her with anger.

He's cold violent?

Finally, he hasn't spoken much in the last few days.

“You liked the one named Zheng Yao, not only did you like it, but you also drew portraits of him full of books. Who said I only wanted to marry you? You're a liar! ”

Thinly raised, full of angst.

This time, the vinegar jar is kind of kicked over.

She said nice things when she got married.

Say what you like only to him, just to get his people.

She deceived him, forced him to marry her, and then turned his back on him.

Not only did he keep the pamphlet, but he also called it his male seminarian husband.

He's her husband!

Can't he be angry that she lied to him like that?

Besides, where has he left her these past two days?

She feeds everything he eats.

Didn't you swallow the damn carrot too?