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

Chapter 651: Awful President, Paranoid Pet 51

Thin pigeons don't want to see paintings.

He just wants to kiss the painter.

But can he say that?

I can't.

Sit there and nod your head.

“Okay.”

Su Yan turned around and went upstairs to the drawing room.

Quickly, take the painting out of the studio.

The other day, she deliberately framed the picture.

Remove the painting from the upstairs, about a meter.

Big one.

Su Smoke wipes the sweat off his head and asks

“What do you say? ”

Sitting there, she looked at Su Yan's lips as if they were carrying water.

He rolled up and down his throat.

“Well, that's good. ”

Su Yan, look at him, look at the painting.

She reached out and tapped the border.

“I'm asking the painting, don't look at me. ”

At this time, the thin gaze slowly shifted from Su Yan to the painting.

After a few glances.

I can't speak.

Su Smoke painted very similar, cold lines, and that slightly indifferent look.

Wearing a suit, the buttons are neat, abstinent, expensive and do not climb high.

However, our Mr. Feng doesn't know why, the way he looks at this painting has changed several times.

Then look away.

Hit your fingertips on the armrest of the couch.

“Bad.”

He sounded lazy and spoke brutally and badly.

Su Yan stunned.

Then stare carefully at the painting.

Every place is just right, the eyes, the face, almost a proportional copy.

She's confused.

“What's wrong? ”

The sound of a thin flutter sounds again.

“Nowhere is good. ”

Su Smoke is a little irritated.

She lowered her head and moved the painting to the studio again.

“Forget it if you don't like it. ”

Feng stood up and walked over.

Lift up that painting and hold Su Yan's hand.

“How come I've never seen you draw me a copy? ”

Su Smoke winked.

No talking.

He closed his eyes and consciously said the wrong thing.

He's the one who painted it.

Nothing more, just holding the painting and putting it in the studio again.

He didn't want to see the painting.

Angry as soon as you see it.

If he's thin, he'll probably be happy.

Unfortunately, he is not thin, he is a monarch.

Though, in one way or another, thin pomegranates are part of him.

But look, it's still breathing.

Today at noon, in an unexpected accident with the nurse.

The thin blood mixed with the blood of Su Smoke dripped into the rain drop crystal.

Wake him up.

When he woke up, he found the little one sleeping in his arms with his eyes closed.

What could be happier than this?

Then, he merged the memories of the original pixie.

It's really nice to find a good boy for this thin pixie.

Probably to enjoy the treatment.

I also want to see when the little one finds out he's a monarch.

I never said that.

Stay with her as a pimp.

Now, when I saw the self-portrait she had painted, I thought she'd never painted herself.

So unbearable.

I was jealous of myself.

She painted very well. No, very well.

So much so that he looked at the painting that it was nowhere near right.

Su Yan didn't know if he understood what he was saying or why. He didn't ask him.

Even after walking out of the studio, the dull appearance just dissipated.

Soon, the doorbell rang.

Open the door and Assistant Zhang walks in with two chefs.

Freshly collected seafood and other ingredients.