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

One faceless question, the other a good answer.

At first glance, Su Smoke was the bully.

The atmosphere before the two of them, coupled with Su Cigarette wearing a sick suit, sat there looking thin.

Guests who come here to eat have a good eye for the past.

After Song Yujing asked.

I can't see his face changing.

Seems like a random question.

Follow, after a little silence.

He asked again.

“How did you get that wound on your neck? ”

“Careless. ”

Su Yan spoke for himself.

Song Yu-jing, keep asking.

“How long have you lived in the hospital? ”

“A month. ”

“Why didn't you call me? ”

Voice down.

Su Smoke raised his head.

So, he agreed with Su Qiu that she was his wife Su Yan?

Su Yan swallowed it slowly

“Not so much. ”

When the voice dropped, Song Yujing silenced.

Still that cold ice look.

Nothing seems to have changed.

But his eyelids drooped.

Again, it seems a little different.

Kind of... gloomy?

Think so.

He's indifferent.

“Didn't think about it that much or didn't plan on contacting you at all? ”

Su Yan organized a language to explain

“I was in a car accident and I'm dead. I told you I was alive and reborn, and you might not believe it. ”

Song Yu scene has no expression

“You don't believe me. ”

Su Yan is serious

“It's hard to believe it's on anyone. ”

She's right.

It's just a joke to anyone.

However, Song Yu-jing did not intend to let her go so simply.

Still won't let go. Just keep moving.

“But you told Su Qiu. He's just your adopted son. You trusted him more than you trusted me. ”

Su Smoke was interrogated at once.

“I..."

I don't know how to explain it to him.

Su Yanchuan

“My relationship with him is different from the average adopted son. ”

As soon as it came out, the other side was quiet.

The person across the street shrugged his eyes for a moment.

“Oh, is that an unusual relationship? ”

Su Smoke is very tangled.

She doesn't understand.

Finally, I had to keep my head down and have a sip of soup in the bowl.

“It's not what you think. ”

When you're done, stop talking.

Just keep your head down for soup.

Since when has this man become so cruel?

In the past, Song Yu Jing wasn't like this.

Was it because she was reborn that inspired him?

Let him slow down for a while??

Su Yan thought so.

One meal, over an hour.

Throw away the time to eat.

The rest of the time was spent accepting a one-sided question-like dialogue with Song Yujing.

After you've had enough.

The two of them left the restaurant and went outside.

Di Di.

An electric car is passing quite wildly.

Su Yan's waist was hugged.

Instead, he was held in his arms.

Her head pounded against her hard chest.

Su Yan hasn't spoken yet.

Instead, I felt a manual movement between my waist.

Song Yujing twisted his eyebrows.

“Why are you so skinny? ”

Su Yan Xiao Channel

“Hungry. ”

Day after day, always dripping, no meal.

This is what it looks like to be hungry after a month.

Song Yujing glanced at her hand.

The blood vessels on that hand, several needle eyes.

Your right hand is twice as good as your left.

Because of the long period of adhesive tape applied to the needle eye, the skin on the side of Su Yan was brushed out of red wire.

It's like scrubbing a layer of skin, one degree whiter than anywhere else.