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

Su Yan was stunned.

Well, she's the first person to hear a pinch face for money.

Su Smoke looked at the paper bags.

And look at the little flowers in her rabbit Keith nightdress.

“Can you pick a dress for him? ”

Su Zhao nodded

“Whatever. ”

Anyway, I got it by pinching my face.

Little flowers shook their heads,

“But I want to wear my sister's dress. ”

Su Yan

“Trousers. ”

“But I want to wear a dress. ”

“Trousers. ”

“Huh!”

Ultimately, the joke was reluctant to choose a suspender with a strawberry painted on the pocket on the chest of the suspender.

Looks delicious.

Though bigger.

But when you look at it, you think it's the way it's supposed to be.

Wearing it on Su Xiaohua is still cute.

Su Qiu, Xiaohong, plus Su Xiaohua, who became human.

Su Yan felt that he was about to become a pet paradise.

They spent the whole day at home.

After 9: 00 p.m., Song Yu-jing didn't come home.

He was wearing a black suit.

The buttons are meticulous.

There was no expression on his face, and the breath of cold abstinence swept in.

Worked all day and didn't see how tired he was.

Su Smoke walked through the living room wearing slippers.

“Back? ”

Say, reach out and hug him.

Song Yu's scene looked at Su Yan with no expression. He stepped back and avoided Su Yan's hug.

Didn't hold him up, but he still smelled blood all over him.

Su Yan stood there and asked.

“Have you eaten? ”

Song Yu Jing nodded

Mm-hmm.

This is the first word Song Yu-jing said to Su Yan this day.

He took his briefcase and changed his slippers to go up the stairs.

Walking around, I happened to see little flowers eating ice cream in overalls.

Xiaohua walked down the stairs with her short legs barefoot.

And then face it.

Little flowers shivered for a moment.

Silently held onto his ice cream and his tears swept around to find a way to rely.

Lower Voice Channel

“Host, host”

It doesn't know what it's talking about because it's eating ice cream.

Song Yujing looked at the more people out of the house, looked at him without expression for a while, then walked over him to the stairs.

As soon as Song Yujing left, Xiaohua cried.

With a cry.

“Host, where are you? ”

It needs comfort, it needs a hug.

Is that the man in charge?

Well, it used to be scary when there was no entity.

Now that we have entities, we are facing them.

Sure, it's scary.

It doesn't want to be with him at all.

It just wants to be with the host.

Su Yan walked up the stairs and looked at Xiaohua.

Bend over and look at it.

Doubt

“What's the matter? ”

Little flowers, tears, milk.

“Shall we move out? ”

“Bad."

Su Yan simply denied Xiaohua's fantasy.

Hana bit a bite of ice cream.

“Huh!”

Follow and walk down the short leg to the living room.

Each time, the host chooses a male adult.

In the past, Xiaohua felt nothing.

But when a host does not hesitate to choose a male host over a male host, he feels that the host is biased.

Su Yan walked up the stairs.

Come to the door of Song Yu Jing's room.

His room wasn't locked up.

Just cover it up.

Probably he hands-on, thought he closed it.

The result was unexpected, not dead.