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

Su Yan stunned for a moment.

Then he stood up from the bed.

Look at the nightmare.

“Go to sleep, you're going to school tomorrow. ”

Nightmare Nod

Mm-hmm.

Then, a conscious slipper climbs into bed.

Song Yujing reached out and grabbed Su Yan.

Without saying hello, he dragged Su Cigarette to the bedroom.

Until we get back to the bedroom.

Su smoked a step.

Behind you, tap.

The door is closed.

Su Yan listened to the sound in his ear.

“I never sleep with another woman casually. ”

Song Yujing sounds cold and icy.

I can't hear his emotions.

Su Yan is serious

“I'm your wife, not another woman. ”

Song Yujing lowered his head and his dark eyes looked at Su Yan.

“We're just one step away from getting a certificate. ”

At first glance, it looked cold and frozen, with no expression on its face.

Look closely, those eyes are burning.

Song Yujing has been remembering since the kiss from the garage.

As a result, Su Yan did not return.

Finally, he didn't hold back and went to catch him himself.

He said everything here. Of course Su Smoke understood what he meant.

Song Yujing picked up Su Yan.

Put a man on the bed.

He's mute.

“One step away, primitive exercise. ”

Follow, kiss.

For a while.

Su Yan made a noise

“No bath, no disinfectant. ”

Song Yu Jing's voice is getting dumber.

“It's okay. You can wash it before bed. ”

Said to kiss again.

A long time ago, Su Yan thought Song Yu Jingjie had a serious habit.

Dislike everyone and there will be no slight change.

Now, Su Smoke feels...

This cleanliness habit doesn't seem too serious.

Of course, that's the last word.

Su Yan doesn't have the kung fu to think about this at this time.

Dry firewood, full of spring.

It's all over the house.

· · · · · ·

The next morning, always on time, Song Yu Jing, who couldn't touch Ray, got up late.

Su Qiu, Su Xiaohua, and the new first grade student Su Xiaomeng.

The three children stood in the living room.

Wearing a school uniform with a backpack.

Su Qiu frowned

“Why aren't you out yet? ”

Su Xiaomeng was drinking milk and his face was blind.

“Don't know.”

Su Xiaohua excited

“Sister and him, do you know that one?? ”

Su Qianjie has no expression.

Su Xiaomeng smiled.

“Which one? ”

Su Zheng slapped Su Xiaohua's head

“Not my sister, my mother. ”

Su Xiaohua hummed twice

“I got used to calling my sister and became a mother again. ”

Speaking, Su Xiaohua suddenly looked at Su Qiang.

Milk, milk,

“I don't want to be pinched again. ”

Su Zheng glanced at him.

“Afraid of nothing, someone to accompany you. ”

Su Zheng glanced at Su Xiaomeng.

Su Xiaomeng drank milk

“I don't want to be pinched either. ”

Su Jiao

“Otherwise you won't have a cell phone and no milk to drink. ”

After a brief silence.

Su Xiaomeng

“Okay."

The will is unswerving.

Finally, on the verge of being late.

Song Yu Jing came late.

Walk down the stairs.

A neat view of Song Yu that has always been buttoned with meticulous buttons, this time a bit of a mess.

Two buttons open and walk down step by step.

There are also suspicious marks on the neck.

The cold, icy face was softened.

Not even as disgusted as they used to be.

Song Yu-jing stopped at the entrance of the stairs.

Look at the three little beans.

“You're going to be late. ”

All three nodded together.

Song Yujing

“Go, send you to school. ”

Speaking up, the three little bean dings were almost synchronized, picking up the bag on the couch.

One by one, go outside.

Let's go. Su Xiaohua asked.

“Where's Mom? ”

Comrade Su Xiaohua changed his mouth quite quickly.

Song Yujing glanced at Su Xiaohua.

“Sleeping. ”