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

The two look at each other.

I watched it for a while.

Then, Song Yu Jing slowly closed his eyes.

Sleeping.

It's like the phrase you just said, it's like a dream.

Another hour or so later.

Song Yu-jing woke up.

Faceless, cold and icy.

Sit up.

Su Yan also sat up and made a noise.

“You're awake. ”

The voice is still a little mute.

But I can't hear you anymore.

The wound on the neck is almost fine.

Left a scar.

Song Yu-jing walked out of bed and out of the bedroom.

Su Yan's attention has been on him.

Until he had breakfast and saw that he didn't mention anything.

Did he just fall asleep?

Su Yan thought so.

Bite the bread.

Next to him, Su Xiaohua swayed his calf.

“Cigarettes, cigarettes, I want jam. ”

The milk sounds loud.

Song Yujing's eyes lifted.

The long hand held the bottle of peanut butter and grabbed Su Xiaohua's hand.

Su Xiaohua has always been a little afraid of him.

I didn't dare say I didn't like peanut butter.

Smashed a little peanut butter with a knife.

Commissioned to bite the bread.

Ooh, peanut butter sucks.

I want jam.

Su Qiu looked at Su Xiaohua with tears across the street.

He reached out and smeared a piece of bread with jam.

Then, under Xiaohua's eyes, he threw it at Xiaohong.

“Hiss, hiss, hiss."

Delicious!

Red swayed his tail on the chair and ate raw.

Originally, Xiaohong liked meat.

And the bloodier, the more I like it.

It's just this long-lasting fumigation in front of Su Yan.

Xiaohong is slowly transitioning from a wild snake to a domestic snake.

Fruit seeds and stuff will taste good too.

Meat also likes to be cooked.

Of course, I still don't like vegetables.

Wait for a meal to finish.

The silent Song Yu Jing spoke.

“Where's your account book? ”

Su Yan stunned

“Hmm?”

Song Yu, the scene has no expression. Repeat.

“Book of accounts. ”

“Should be at my mother's. ”

Song Yu-jing answered.

Mm-hmm.

It's over. Follow me.

“Take the account book tomorrow to get your license. I'll pick you up. ”

He said a faint word.

It's like getting married is as simple as eating.

Su Yan remembered those things at home.

She didn't answer immediately.

So much so that Song Yu Jing's coffee drinking move across the street stopped.

Heads up, dark eyes, ghosts.

“You don't want to? ”

The sound is exceptionally slow.

Su Smoke winked.

“I'd like to... ”

The sound of her slow swallowing fell.

Listen, if she says yes, Song Yujing will be satisfied.

Keep drinking your own coffee.

Looking at his every move, at first glance, he seemed to understate everything.

But as soon as she hesitated, he was about to reveal his nature.

Is this a forced marriage?

Su Yan thought about it.

After eating Kung Fu, Su Mother called again.

Su Yan had no intention of taking it.

Just call one after the other.

Finally, pick up the phone.

She walked into the bedroom.

Make a sound.

“Mother, can I help you? ”

Over by the phone. Suma was crying.

“I sold the house!! You want money, I'll give you money!! You let my son out of jail!! ”

That tone is all accusations against Su Yan.

Su Yan thought about it for a while.

“I'll go find you. ”

These things are better interviewed in person.

And most importantly, she has to get the account book.

Think so, the phone hangs up.

As soon as I looked up, I didn't know when Song Yu Jing was standing at the door of the bedroom.