Male God, a Little Su

Jicheng has been in the business world for decades, what kind of wind and waves have not seen? Xiong Peilan's careful thoughts had nowhere to hide in his eyes.

He can keep a vase, but it does not mean that he will blame his only son for such a woman who is for money.

Ji Wuyou is the woman he loves, the only bloodline left for him!

"Worry-free hates being touched, you only know this now? If you don't want to lose face, don't take the initiative to provoke him! Xiong Peilan, I will warn you again, put away your little thoughts, if you mess up again If you are not happy, get out of this house for me!"

It's just a woman. With his current status, what kind of beautiful woman can't be found?

Xiong Peilan froze: "husband..."

"Be your rich wife well, and keep yourselves safe!"

After Ji Cheng finished speaking, he followed the family doctor and went to Ji Wuyou's room.

He naturally didn't notice that Xiong Peilan was behind him, with a pretty little face that became extremely ferocious!

...

The bright sunlight in the morning sneaked in through the gaps of the tulle curtains, and the golden sunlight shone on the whole pink-like bedroom like a princess room, leaving mottled golden shadows.

The girl's slender body curled up in the wide and soft bed, her body sunk deeply, and only a little dark top of her hair was exposed.

"Well……"

After a good night's sleep, Su Yan rubbed the quilt that smelled sweet, raised her eyes lazily, and turned over.

The next second, she was stunned—

The teenager wearing a simple white T-shirt and loose trousers was standing at the head of her bed, staring at her expressionlessly.

The warm sunlight outside the window fell on top of his head, making his hair black and purer.

I don't know how long I've been standing in her room.

Su Rou folded her hair and smiled slowly.

"Morning, brother."

The youth's delicate eyebrows are like frost, his lips are hooked, and the smile does not reach the bottom of his eyes, "Morning."

Su Yan yawned, crouched lazily beside the bed, and asked, "Then I can ask my brother, what do I want to do by breaking into my sister's boudoir privately?"

The girl's voice was soft and glutinous, with a bit of a nasal sound that she had just woken up from.

Sounds innocent.

If it wasn't for what happened last night, Ji Wuyou would not have believed that the girl in front of her was actually that bad.

"Get up and go to class."

yeah...

Su Yan patted his head and suddenly realized.

The salted fish was too long, and Su Yan had forgotten that she was in class with Ji Wuyou.

but--

"Thank you brother." She smiled sweetly.

If you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall without anything, will Ji Wuyou be such a kind person?

She sat up, tilted her head and stared at Ji Wuyou, with a half smile, "Isn't brother going out yet? Or do you want to watch me change clothes here?"

Ji Wuyou's face was expressionless, not even blinking his eyes.

He turned his eyes slightly, and finally landed on the small pink sofa by the window.

He sat down calmly, his slender legs crossed, and the gentleman reached out his hand, "Come on, please change."

Su Yan: "...Brother, are you sure?"

Ji Wuyou raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a half-smile but not a smile.

Su Yan curled her lips and smiled back.

Then she sat up and pulled down the quilt little by little.

She wore a thin suspender that outlined her newly developed body.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, Su Yan slowly pulled up the sling, "Brother, are you sure you can't go out?"

Ji Wuyou's thin lips curved, "Yes, yes."

His tone was frivolous, and his eyes were deep.

Excuse me, little cuties, can you vote for Brin!