Male God, a Little Su

"Well, I saw a hot search yesterday."

Su Ro nodded hurriedly, ran to the kitchen and poured him a cup of hot water.

"You really don't need me to help you contact Mr. Cheng? I think you're so seriously injured, it's better to go to the hospital to take a look..."

"Hot search? What are you talking about?"

Sheng Jinshu used his mobile phone to play games yesterday, but he was really not interested in seeing that thing. "It was filmed yesterday, and I have a full set of medical equipment at home."

Otherwise, he is not a fool, how could he joke about his life.

"This……"

Su Yan clicked her tongue, it turns out that this is how rich people play.

Thinking of a group of messages mourning Sheng Jinshu on Weibo yesterday, Su Yan opened her mouth, embarrassed to say.

But she really doesn't know how to act, so she couldn't hide things in her heart, so she almost took a pen and wrote it on her face.

Sheng Jinshu smiled and asked, "Is there a group of people waxing me, wishing me a good journey?"

"cough--"

Su Yan's eyes were rounded, her palm-sized face was fair and white, her nose turned up and her lips turned up, looking very cute.

"How do you..." Before she could finish her words, she reacted and covered her mouth quickly.

"Guess," Sheng Jinshu was playing with the cup, "the car exploded, and I didn't see me going to the hospital, so naturally all guesses came out."

"But you're not fine, why are you-?"

Su Yan didn't quite understand it, and hesitated.

She squatted on the edge of the sofa and looked up at him.

Glancing over from Sheng Jinshu's angle, he couldn't help coughing and turned his head uncomfortably, "You, you stand up first and put on your clothes!"

Su Yan: "???"

Although she was puzzled, she stood up and tidied up her clothes.

Sheng Jinshu breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a half-smile, "Don't you think it's funny?"

"Fun?"

Su Yan didn't understand, "You are obviously alive and well, why do you want everyone to guess that you are dead? I see a lot of people caring about you, and even willing to trade their lives for yours, and some people cry in the video Weeping."

Didn't he see so many people who cared about him?

Sheng Jinshu was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes to meet the blue eyes of the woman. There were doubts and puzzles in her eyes, but there was no condemnation.

"You don't blame me?" His eyes flashed.

"It's your own business," Su Yan sat aside, resting her chin on her lap, looking blankly, "Like those people who like you and are willing to sacrifice their lives for your safety, they are also willing. "

She can't do moral kidnapping for things that have nothing to do with her.

This person is really special. He looks stupid, but he is much more rational than those who have lived in confusion for most of their lives when looking at certain issues.

Sheng Jinshu pursed his lower lip and suddenly said, "Can you help me go upstairs and get my phone?"

"Um?"

Su Yan was stunned, her eyes met, she nodded obediently, "Okay, is it on the table?"

"Under the pillow, maybe on the bed, look for it."

He didn't really remember where he left it last night.

Su Yan responded, and quickly went upstairs to find the phone at the foot of the bed, and went downstairs to hand it to Sheng Jinshu.

The fingerprint unlocks and the screen lights up.

Sheng Jinshu was leaning against the sofa, his face was full of wounds, and he looked horrific, but he laughed wildly.

"Are you curious what I'm going to do?"

Sure enough, the woman shook her head.

"Send a Weibo to report safety."

"Pfft-"

Seeing his helpless appearance with gauze wrapped around his forehead, Su Yan was thinking of those handsome photos of him on Weibo.