Male God, a Little Su

Su Yan lowered her head calmly, "Everything obeys the master's orders."

Hearing this, Song Guanzhi curled his lips, "Aren't you afraid, you can't do what Gu ordered?"

After Su Yan heard this, she suddenly smiled, very light and light, but it instantly brightened her slightly dull face.

He shook Song Guanzhi's eyes.

Just listen to her softly: "The life of the subordinate is given by the master, the master can let the subordinate do anything, including this life, the master can take it anytime he wants."

"Oh, really?"

Song Guanzhi fiddled with the jade wrench and said lightly, "If that's the case, go to Song Chaojiu's side."

"master--"

Su Yan's heart skipped a beat, the first time she lost her temper.

Song Guanzhi lowered his head with a half-smile but lifted her chin, "This is the last chance, you have to do it well, eh? Take back what I want and give it to me yourself."

Su Yan's voice was hoarse, and she lowered her eyes.

"Yes."

*

Outside the yard, the winter sun is icy cold.

The branches in the yard were bleak, and when the wind blew, the dead leaves above fell in a whirl.

A little more indifference.

Su Yan stepped out of the yard, Zhe Liu took her to the door, and was about to close the door.

Suddenly, Su Yan turned her head and asked, "What kind of skirts do women like to wear?"

Zhe Liu was stunned.

Not because the question is so outlandish, but because the person asking it is not right.

*

Hong Fei looked at the women's clothing and jewelry on the table, her eyes turned red.

"I also said that His Highness is kind, he is clearly warning you!"

Su Yan's expression was light, not as big as Hong Shui's mood swings at all.

There was a cold air all over him.

She took off her dark outfit and picked up a red dress and put it on her body.

Hong Fei was still crying, "Master is clearly warning you, if you can't succeed this time, then waiting for your end is to go to the Meiye Building!"

Otherwise, why would you suddenly assign such a task to Wuyu?

She actually asked her to seduce the second prince.

That man is very deep and has a huge power in the imperial court. To seduce him, it is more practical to fight with real swords and real guns.

What's more, as a prince, what kind of beauty can't be obtained?

"do not Cry."

Su Yan felt a headache from her crying, she straightened her sleeves and asked, "How do I dress like this?"

"What, are you listening to me at all—"

Hong Fei raised her head angrily, and fell silent the next second.

The woman in front of her had black hair draped over her shoulders like a cloud, and her skin was extremely white. Because of her martial arts practice, every inch of her skin is tight and her body is tall and tall, and her waist is pinched by the belt.

The looming charm of her body instantly became stronger, but at the same time, there was a bit of coldness and casualness in her eyes that didn't care about anything.

The combination of the two temperaments makes it very attractive.

"I didn't expect you to wear a skirt like this..."

I didn't expect it would be at such a time.

Hong Fei was inexplicably very sad, but she also knew that once Song Guanzhi issued an order, there was absolutely no possibility of taking it back.

She could only wipe away her tears and walked to Su Rou.

"Let me comb your hair. Such a skirt should be matched with a nice bun."

Su Rou lets her toss as she pleases.

"But how are you going to attract him?"

In what way?

Su Yun looked at herself in the bronze mirror and slowly curled her lips.

The original method is very useful.

Didn't Song Chaojiu see her face long ago? Such a good opportunity, do not need to be in vain.