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

And the real thing is.

Su Zheng slowly revealed

“Su Xiaohua, do you like butterflies? ”

Su Xiaohua, be vigilant

“What are you doing? ”

“Don't eat cake for a week, chase butterflies. ”

“You, you!! Too much!”

Su Zheng looked at Su Xiaomeng who was still drinking milk.

“Do you think you've drunk so much milk that your IQ has grown? ”

Su Xiaomeng glanced at Su Jiao.

I've been thinking about him.

“No.”

“Drink water later, don't drink milk. ”

“Why?”

“Expensive.”

Su Xiaomeng was silent.

Three people in a row came in to pick them up.

I'll be home soon.

The roaring cheers outside were also quickly rejected outside the car.

Sitting in the car, none of the three communicated.

Until I got home, the three of them stood outside.

The sky is dim.

Su Zheng pulled out the key and opened the door.

It's dark inside.

After Su Zheng's prolonged silence, he made a sound

“Is the cigarette still alive? ”

Su Xiaohua nodded

“Well, he's definitely alive. ”

Su Zheng asked again

“Then why didn't she come to us? ”

In the past, Su Yan passed on to Su Qiu and Xiaohong.

Xiaohong made a run around the north and south of Su Qiantian with her unchanging body.

I haven't been back for years.

But this time, it was just a year since Su Yan disappeared, but it felt strange.

Used to know that cigarettes were definitely there whenever they came back.

But this time, it's uncertain.

Where the hell is the cigarette?

A year ago a cigarette crash occurred.

The doctor announced his death on the spot.

Song Yu-jing knelt in that wretched place for not knowing how long.

The state of mind has been poor ever since.

Silencer, colder.

No fluctuations in the eyes.

After placing Su Yan in the cemetery, Song Yujing resumed his working life.

Day after day, day after day.

No rest.

Morning and night.

It seemed like everything had changed, and it seemed like nothing had changed.

Su Zheng thought that it seemed a month before the last time he saw Song Yujing.

He's busy.

By the time Su Zheng woke up in the morning, he had left.

He waited for them to fall asleep before returning.

The entire villa is immersed in a dull and repressive atmosphere.

Always have been.

Xiaohua stood beside him, actually a little heartless.

It doesn't know if the host is alive or not.

Because it can't reach the host.

It's like the host just evaporated.

Su Xiaomeng drank a sip of milk.

A serious book.

“Unless she doesn't want to see us. ”

The voices fell and the three of them were silent.

No, it's four people.

Because I don't know when, Song Yu-jing came back.

Stand in the courtyard.

I happened to hear Su Xiaomeng say that.

Song Yujing's dark eyes stared at the three of them.

Holding a briefcase in your hand, you look like you have no expression on the cold ice, making people look shivering.

“What are you doing? ”

Su Xiaohua listened to the sound and had hair on his heart.

Silently hid behind Su Qiang.

I don't know why.

After being buried by the host, Su Xiaohua was furry every time he saw Song Yujing.

It feels strange.

Song Yujing stepped forward and walked into the house.

Turn on the lights and sit down in the living room.

Su Zheng several people, look at each other.

Then go upstairs.

Soon, only Song Yu-jing was left alone in the living room on the first floor.

Song Yujing closed his eyes.

Rely on the couch.

Extend the elongated finger and unbutton the collar.

Smile slowly on that faceless face.

I don't know why, obviously it's still that face, but this smile is a completely different feeling.

His fingers snapped and he whispered.

“You didn't come back on purpose, sweetheart? ”