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

Su Yan looked at the ID card and looked at Su Xiaohong.

Well, it did refresh her cognition.

“Do you have an ID? ”

Little Red is blurry, and her tits are nasty

“They don't know what it is either. It was given to me by the Mage. ”

He snapped a bite of ice cream.

This ID card doesn't seem to bother me.

Su Yan looked at Su Jiao

“You got it? ”

Su Zheng glanced at the ID card.

“It's easier to do this. ”

This is an indirect admission that he did it.

Su Yan pinched the ID for a while.

“You too? ”

Su Zhao nodded

Mm-hmm.

Look around Su Smoke.

Nobody around.

“Is there anything else you want to do next? ”

Su Jiao

“To sell wine at night. ”

Su Yan

“Then follow me now. Bring your ID. ”

Su Yan then took Su Qiang and Xiaohong away.

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The local news at noon of the day broadcast a story about the winning prize.

“Okay, let's take a look at the next message, based on a message from a frontline reporter.

There's an 18-year-old scratching and scratching out 100,000 grand prizes.

Let's take a look at that. ”

Scratch the entrance to the headquarters award.

The reporter took the microphone and put it on a big, little boy and two boys with masks.

Opening

“You've won such a huge sum since you were 18 years old. Have you ever wondered how to spend it? ”

Su Qiu didn't speak. He reached for the microphone and handed it to Su Xiaohong.

Su Xiaohong's first reaction to seeing the microphone was... clicking on the front bite.

The next second, there was a dent on the microphone.

Su Xiaohong's tears flooded and looked at Su Qiang.

The reporter rushed over to get his microphone.

Smiling and playing the field.

“This kid has such a nice mouth. Do kids have any wishes? ”

Su Xiaohong really thought about this question.

“I want to sleep in a room with cigarettes... hmm. ”

Half the time, Su Zheng covered his mouth.

A hug up.

Journalists are laughing in the circle next to each other if they don't listen to the edge.

“That's not a bad word. ”

Su Jiao

“Ready to go? ”

Journalists no longer seem to want to continue watching the interviewees.

Hurry up.

“I hope you can make the most of your prize this time. ”

After that, the reporter smiled at the camera and ended the interview.

Su Xiaohong hugged Su Xiaohong and left.

Su Xiaohong reached out and hugged Su Jiao's neck.

Shaking his own short leg.

I've forgotten what I just said.

It does.

“Are you still selling yourself? ”

Su Zheng glanced at Su Xiaohong

“Not for sale. ”

“Really?? ”

“Mmm.”

Little red swinging his calf seems happy.

“So what are we going to do? ”

“Someone offered me a price, and I thought it was a good price, and I was going to say I sold you. ”

Su Zheng didn't have any expression on his face.

It looks the same as it really is.

So much so that when the voice dropped, Xiaohong silenced for a while and stared angrily.

“Why are you selling me? ”

“Why didn't you sell it? ”

“I'm so good! ”

“Hello? Where did you get the confidence?

Eat more than anybody, spend more than anybody else, it's no big deal to drag your legs off every day.

When you look in the mirror, you don't feel like a snake? ”

Su Zheng raised people up, that would kill each other.

Red, listen, choke.

Then, the more silent you listen, the more silent you listen, the more tears you end up with.

That's too hard to say.