Male God, a Little Su

"Snapped--"

As soon as the words fell, Wen Yue's face was directly slapped in the direction.

Su Yan shook her hands and said irritably, "I don't have time to spend time with you here? Are you tied? Hurry up and take out the medicine, and then call the person who sent you and ask them to take me away. If you dare to bb, believe it or not, I will press your head into the toilet and beat you to the death?"

Her voice was sweet, but at this moment it was full of violence.

While talking, he walked towards Wen Yue.

Wen Yue was beaten up.

04: [Master host, you don't match the character. 】

Su Yan sneered: [I will leave soon, who I love. 】

If you have the ability, the thunder strikes her to death, and the task is not impossible.

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"You, don't come here!"

Wen Yue covered her face and was stunned by the beating. Seeing Su Yan approaching her step by step, she retreated with red eyes.

Having been a star for so long and being held high above, why has Wen Yue ever suffered such grievances? How dare this person hit her in the face!

If it wasn't for Sheng Jinshu's fancy, she would still be a small internet celebrity who is called and beaten by herself!

But Wen Yue would never have thought until she died that the person in front of her was no longer the original owner. Su Yan has never paid attention to the cyber violence on the Internet.

If she is not an internet celebrity, she still has thousands of ways to go.

"Snapped!"

Su Yan took out her ears, and slapped her hands again indifferently, "Mo Mo Ha Ha, are you really a waste?"

She rubbed her red palms. Sheng Jinshu and Cheng Qian spoiled her like a daughter, and didn't let her do anything. The hand-raised white is tender and tender, and it turns red with a little force.

A crisp sound made the woman who came in to go to the toilet froze for a moment.

I saw that delicate and flawless little face that seemed to have seen it somewhere was arrogant and arrogant.

Wen Yue quickly covered her face, for fear of being recognized.

She huddled in the corner, suppressing her whimper.

The woman looked embarrassed. She opened her mouth and wanted to ask if she needed help.

Su Yan hooked her lips, elegantly pushed the broken hair behind her ear, smiled at the other party, and said softly: "I'm sorry to scare you, the way I deal with the mistress may be a little rough. If you go to the toilet, just go, I try to be as quiet as possible."

"Oh ok, ok!"

The woman showed a clear expression, looking at Wen Yue who covered her face with her hands and was ashamed to see people. The sympathetic eyes just now turned into contempt.

"Bah! Shameless! There are always these slutty women in the world. They obviously have hands and feet, but they like to seduce men with girlfriends!"

Wen Yue gritted her teeth, drenching Su Yan's scolding in her heart.

Su Yan nodded, grieved, lowered her head and pretended to wipe her tears, "Yeah, and she's my best friend, how can I bear it? If she likes it, just say it, it's just a man, it's a big deal to give it to me. She. But secretly seducing people behind her back and cuckolding me, which makes me unbearable."

"Oh my God!" The woman covered her mouth, "Is there really such a wonderful woman in the world? It's disgusting."

She walked into the toilet cubicle and said to Su Yan, "Sister, if you hit whatever you want, I won't see it, you don't need to care about my feelings!"

"Su Yan!"

Wen Yue gritted her teeth, "What the hell are you talking about? Who robbed your man?" She asked in a low voice.

Her voice is too recognizable, and now she has enough black material, Wen Yue dare not let people hear it, she is afraid of losing face.

Being pressed in a public toilet and beating, if this kind of thing spreads out, wouldn't it be laughed at for the rest of your life?