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

Su Yan knocked on the door first, and no one responded.

Follow, reach out and push the door open.

Simple setup.

Black and white.

Low luxury abstinence comes to life.

Especially that big black bed.

Looks like a special match for Song Yu-jing's personality.

Listen to the sound coming from the bathroom.

Su Smoke walked into the house, stood at the door, and did not go to sit somewhere.

Look at the tidiness of his room, each with an obsessive-compulsive cleansing habit.

Wait for the bathroom door to open.

The man came out of the bathroom.

Dressed in a white bathrobe and wiped her hair.

When he saw Su smoke standing in the house, he paced.

Screw your eyebrows.

“Something wrong? ”

The cold sound rang.

Su Yan

“Aren't we supposed to sleep in a room? ”

Song Yu Jing silenced for a moment

“Separation is your choice. ”

Simple and frightening, not a word more.

Su Smoke nodded

“Then I'm going to move back now. ”

After that, she said,

“Come to bed tonight. ”

He said, "Get close to the bed."

Song Yujing watched Su Yan move.

The sound line is cold and hard.

“Wait."

Su Smoke stopped.

Look at him.

Song Yujing

“Go take a bath. ”

Su Smoke, look at yourself.

“I washed it. ”

“Wash it again. ”

Song Yu Jingtong,

Keep going.

“Wash with disinfectant. ”

Su Yan nodded carefully.

This is someone else's territory, after all.

“Okay."

She walked up to the bathroom and opened the bathroom door and walked in.

Song Yujing continued to wipe his head.

I don't care what happens in the bathroom.

Imagine, as long as that person washes it with disinfectant, it doesn't matter who.

Twenty minutes later, Su Smoke came out of it.

Her hair dripped down with water.

She wiped her hair with a towel.

Song Yujing sat beside the bed, holding a book of digging.

Page by page.

This scene is particularly memorable in the dusk light of a sharp hand.

She wiped it for a long time.

It feels almost like it.

Lift the black blanket and lie in the quilt.

It wasn't long before I heard the door knocking.

Knock, knock.

Su Yan stunned.

At this point, the nanny has also left.

There are only Su Xiaohua and Su Qiu left in this large villa.

She got up and opened the door.

Then he saw Su Xiaohua with her nightdress, holding a story book he didn't know where to get it from.

“Sister, before I go to bed, you should tell me the story. ”

The sound of milk.

With a sense of stupidity.

Su Yan

“I don't tell stories. ”

Su Xiaohua's mouth

“You told Su Xiaomeng a story! ”

Su Xiaohua complained.

Su Yan remembered carefully for a long time.

Finally, I remember that one time I gave Su Xiao a fairy tale dream.

Su Yan

“You're a grown man. You should learn to sleep on your own. ”

Su Xiaohua's mouth is even stronger

Breast of milk, reluctance

“I don't.”

Su Yan looked at the bears.

Not so much before when there was no entity.

Su Yan asked

“Are you sleepy? ”

Su Xiaohua shook his head

“Not sleepy, very happy. ”

It's so exciting, it's so easy to be human. Where else can I sleep?

Su Yan

“Doesn't it make you happier to go play for a while at this time? ”

Su Xiaohua was confused.

It's the first time it's human, and there's something I don't understand.

Tits. Tits.

“Really?”

Su Smoke nodded

“Yes."