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

And the wind across the street, just a sip of wine, just sprayed it out.

“Cough, cough, cough, cough."

She looked at the strange intimacy of the two across the street.

“You, you..."

Su Yan

“Nothing happened. ”

The wind doesn't believe me.

“So, he, what did he do to you? ”

Su Yan thought about it for a while.

“Bird plot. ”

The wind turned a white eye.

You're just lying to her and you believe it?

She's so brainless??

As I thought about it, I looked at the beautiful man in Su's arms.

Especially since his red coat is now slipping down his shoulder.

Dragged the big red on the ground.

Hair spread, this is a beautiful picture.

The wind poured a glass of wine.

A thriving look.

Push the flowers forward.

“Would you like a drink? ”

He looked down at the glass of wine.

And then sniffed.

No talking, still holding Su Cigarette, didn't mean to spread a word.

Su Yan reached out and pulled him off himself.

Look, he winks, winks, winks, winks, winks, winks.

“Get dressed and sit down for dinner. ”

He looked down at his red coat, and he looked down for a while.

Then the more messed up, the messier the mess.

Su Yan, look at him.

“Won't wear it? ”

Spend a little bit of your head.

She reached out and tidied him up.

His clothes look gorgeous, but they are very convenient to wear.

All you need to do is fasten a clasp.

Follow me, wrap it around your waist, it's basically fine.

Su Yan fixed it for him.

Remove the jade from the top of your head.

Tie his hair up and wrap it around him with a jade.

After that, she sat down.

The wind stared brightly at the flowers and never moved away.

Su Qiu, dressed in white and black, sat in a different position.

Keep your head down and eat your own.

He always wanted to taste human dishes before practicing adulthood.

Took a few bites.

Yeah, it tastes good.

Then, head down and eat faster and faster.

Watching Red tremble beside him.

Rubbing his calf, very intimate.

Totally forgot about last night.

Su Qiu pinched a bag and placed it in front of Xiaohong.

Red.

“Hiss, hiss, hiss."

Kings, you're so sweet!

After that, the snake snake snake clicked and bit the bun.

And after sitting down, it was right next to Su Xiang.

He wanted to hug Su Yan again, and Su Yan stuck his finger there.

She looked at him like he was grieving.

Make a sound.

“Eat."

This time, he honestly shifted his attention to the meal.

He looked around and his eyes flashed a little.

Then look at Su Smoke and the people who eat across the street.

He silently picked up the white rice congee in front of him.

Sip by sip.

After the fragrance, the flowers are not leaning on the porridge.

After another cup of tea, the flower still drinks porridge.

After another incense, he was still drinking porridge.

And it was the rule to hold it in his hands, because the rice congee was sticky, and he drank it for so long, he only had a few bites.

Su Yan looked at him.

“Not hungry? ”

And the flowers lifted up their heads without a leap.

“Hungry”

“Don't like to eat something else? ”

Flowers don't talk.

Su Yan glanced at the chopsticks without moving the tattoo.

Look at him again.

“Can't use chopsticks? ”

The flower leaned for a moment, then nodded.

Su Smoke pulled a cage of buns in front of the flowers.

“Use your hands."

I reached out and touched it honestly, and I just touched it, and it shrunk back.