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

Su Smoke looked down at his hands and lowered his voice.

“What if I want to hold you? ”

Song Yujing, listen, his ears moved.

Keep your head down.

Look, Su Smoke has been paying attention to her wrist.

His cold voice.

“There's nothing in the way, it can be removed. ”

Su Yan heads up

“Hmm?”

Five minutes later.

The gauze on Su Smokey's hand was almost removed.

In addition to two palms wrapped around it.

But it's no longer in the way of action.

And the gauze on his cheek was removed.

Sung Yu-jing dropped the scissors in his hand.

The open areas have been scabbed.

She had a small wound that looked like she was burned by oil.

Besides influencing aesthetics, there's actually nothing more to it.

As soon as it was dismantled, Su Yan grabbed Song Yujing's hand.

Song Yu-jing, bow your head.

“What for?”

His voice is still cold.

But Su Yan held his hand, and he did not disgust to break free.

Seriously, she asked.

“Did you like the gift I gave you? ”

Song Yu scene has no expression

“It's okay. ”

“Which one do you like best? ”

Song Yujing wanted to say that the gifts were very disturbing and took up a lot of space.

He doesn't like any of it.

But look at Su Yan so seriously ask him.

Pause when you get to the mouth.

Cold ice. Spit out three words.

“Roses. ”

Su Yan always thought that girls would like roses.

I didn't think he liked it either.

She asked.

“So I'll send you roses next time? ”

Song Yu-jing did not speak.

Su Yan is confused

“What's the matter? ”

Song Yujing cold ice cream

“You never gave a gift without my consent. ”

Why do you ask his opinion this time?

Su Yan is serious.

“I thought about what I'd send tomorrow, but you look like you want roses. ”

So she's tangling, sending herself a prepared gift or sending him a rose.

He listened to Su Yan. I don't know why Su Yan felt his face softened.

Does that mean happy?

She was thinking.

Song Yu's scene is silent.

“You can give it all away. ”

Su Yan did not answer the phone for a while.

Think.

So, is that what he wants?

It's not impossible.

Yeah, it's like Carrie's money's about to be spent.

The next time he wants a gift, it doesn't look like he can afford it.

Raising men or something.

It's a hard and expensive thing to do.

But in the end, to make him happy.

Su Smoke nodded and took a sip.

“Okay."

As he spoke, Su Yan reached out and pulled out a piece of sugar from his pocket and handed it to Song Yu-jing's hand.

Song Yujing looked at the sugar in his eyes.

I don't know what makes this woman think she likes sugar.

So much so that every three to five years, he is given sugar from time to time.

The drawer in his office was full of strawberry milk sugar.

He didn't talk, just put sugar in his pocket.

The next morning.

Su Smoke was wearing a mask.

Put on long-sleeved trousers and exit the hospital door.

Why did you leave the hospital?

Because I want to buy something.

Su Yan first went to the flower shop to buy a bunch of roses.

Then he took the roses to a cake shop that looked expensive.

As soon as I walked in, I heard the waiter.

“Ma'am, would you like to buy a cake? ”

Su Smoke nodded

Mm-hmm.

The waiter's enthusiastic introduction

“Ma'am, here's a sample from our store.

What style do you want? We can ask the baker to do it on site for you. ”