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

By the time the sound of Su Yan's words had fallen, Qin Xuan's unhappy face had disappeared.

Restored as usual.

It's like what she just said was a delusion.

Su Yan, put your phone back in your pocket.

“You go your way, I go my way.

You're a good heart for everything.

Don't use these bad thoughts on me. ”

She paused.

Look at Qin Xuanxiao, very serious

“Otherwise you will suffer greatly. ”

Su Smoke is a rare piece of advice.

Whether it is advice or provocation in the hearts of others, it is not known.

At this time, the class bell rang.

She dragged her cuffs.

Ready to go outside.

Su Yan

“One thing is, it's not fair to you. ”

Qin Xuanxiao looked at Su Yan.

Su Yan

“Just let you meet me. ”

Qin Xuanluo heard this sentence and seemed to laugh at it.

“You're really putting gold on your face. ”

She held her fingers against the balcony wall, lifted them up and put them down again.

“There's still a long way to go, not sure who's laughing at the end of the day. ”

Su Yan shook his head

“It's settled. The last person to laugh was me. ”

“You!”

Qin Xuanjuana had just converged on a good mood. Once again, he couldn't stand it. It broke apart.

As the lesson bell fell, Su Smoke stepped out of the roof.

Xiaohua is confused

“Host, you don't seem to hate her. ”

“It's okay. ”

“What about Bai Hongyu? ”

“It's okay. ”

For these people, her heart doesn't fluctuate.

It doesn't matter what happens if you don't do it to her.

Xiaohua thought about it.

That's right.

If the host hates this manipulation as pathetic, then it is impossible for the monarch to get into the host's eyes.

To some extent, the host's indifference is also fair.

It doesn't look at any personality with prejudice, it doesn't like any personality in particular.

The host accepts and accepts all of this person.

It's like a capital like Lord Jung-kun.

Or Su Qiu, who is cold and poisonous.

Or Red, who is so stupid that people can't see.

Completely different personality, but acceptable to the host and likeable.

Little Flower wonders, is that why the host can be the head of the Lord God?

As a totalitarian, of course, you have time to think.

Su Yan is very busy.

All the way downstairs, back to class.

And then I found out that Gu Qiang wasn't there.

Just now, Su Qiu sent her a message, that's what he said.

She didn't go back to work, she circled the school.

Call him and he won't answer.

Call Uncle Zhang, and Uncle Zhang says he didn't go back.

Su Yan searched for half a day.

And then I went back to my class and sat down.

The seat next to him is Qin Xuanxiao.

Qin Xuanxiao still looked at Su Yan in a grieving manner, crying red eyes as before.

Trying to get her forgiveness.

Xiaohua looked at it and couldn't help but feel awesome.

She stabbed the window paper with the host.

And you can keep pretending like nothing ever happened.

Xiaohua wondered if the host could be like this...

There's no place for hosts.

No one else can beat the host, and the hosts who count the hosts can see it at a glance.

Nor has the host ever been a person who likes to take advantage of others and take possession of others' things.

Think so.

Well, it turns out the host is still good.

Again, Xiaohua couldn't help but kiss Su Cigarette's ass.

“Host, awesome. ”

Su Yan took the pen and heard Xiaohua's sudden compliment. She nodded her head.

“I know.”