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

By the time Su Yan took a full rest, he was ready to be discharged. It was five days later.

On the day of his discharge, David's reporters and so on, all flocked in.

On the day Su Yan was discharged from the hospital, a dozen bodyguards guarded him. He clearly walked for five minutes, hardly for 20 minutes.

It's all blocked in front of the hospital and the water doesn't leak.

Waiting for the nanny car, the agent keeps calling to blame.

“Who the hell told you about Su Yan's discharge?

Didn't I tell you she suspended all activities for the last month? ”

It's tough on the phone.

“Uh... Sister Zhang, it's President Hua.

He said that if in doubt, Su Yan could go to him alone. ”

The nanny car is quiet.

So much so that Su Yan heard the voice on the phone.

Su Cigarette opening

“There is no need to suspend all activities, the spokesperson platform promotes and can participate. ”

Zhang Li pondered for a moment.

Look at Su Smoke.

Probably knows her personality too well.

To be honest, Su Yan was willing to spare some time to rest. Zhang Li felt incredible.

Previously, it was compulsory for her to rest.

But the break lasted less than three days, and it began to spin again.

Instead of Su Yan's physical fitness being too hard, she might as well be too hard on her mind.

It's like living on fairy talent.

Su Yan was then returned to the apartment where he lived.

One hundred and eighty square meters.

Lives on the 21st floor, upscale neighborhood.

Security management reviews are rigorous.

Privacy is thoughtful and safe.

She opened her own door.

Walk in.

Sister Zhang wants to give her a good rest.

Send it downstairs and go.

As soon as he walked in, Su Smoke's first reaction was, clean.

Too clean.

Sofa furniture, but very complete.

It's just that it's covered in foam and hasn't been removed.

The kitchen is even cleaner and scarier.

Don't say pots, pans, or chopsticks.

The only person who's popular is the bedroom.

It's so big, it looks like a sample room.

Walk into the bedroom with a pure white duvet.

There are three clothes hanging in the white closet.

Two of them are still pajamas.

Mmm.

That's it.

Nothing.

She sat by the bed and took a break.

Then, Su Qiu and Xiaohong were released.

An hour later.

Little Red ran around with a sheet of sheets, shaking his big tail.

For a house so big, so big and empty.

Happy.

Running around.

It's not fun either.

Su Qiu and Su Yan sat at the dining table in the living room.

Eating lunch with just arrived packages.

Su Zhao finished eating and looked up

“Come and eat. ”

A cold voice.

Little Red didn't want to go.

It hasn't played enough.

It's just...

Turn your eyes and your tail freezes.

Xiaohong was honest in a moment.

Dairy. Dairy.

“Huh, eat it. ”

Speaking of, it shakes its tail.

The ice didn't melt because of what it said.

It puked a fire.

Oh, still Martian.

Fall on top to nourish two.

Extinct.

Little Red looked up and looked over.

Su Qiu took the meal and walked up to it.

Put it in its hands.

“Eat"

Little Red's lost.

“But I don't use chopsticks. ”

Su Zheng looked at Xiaohong and his eyes became colder and colder.

“What's the difference between you and a piece of shit? ”

Ben was sarcastic, but Red really thought about it.

Then answer.

“I eat more than junk. ”

Su Qiu, listen. - Quiet.

Then pick up the chopsticks and start feeding them.

Specially picked carrot green vegetables and stuffed them in bits.