Male God, a Little Su

The bookcase is covered with drawing paper, and the image of the woman is drawn with a few strokes.

Hair like a pile of clouds, eyebrows like distant mountains.

The charcoal fire was lit indoors, which was as warm as spring, and the woman's face showed a faint peach color.

Song Guanzhi put down his pen, and Su Yan saw this and went to the side to get a wet handkerchief. Hold the man's hand and wipe it carefully.

The man's hand is clearly articulated, and every inch of his skin is full of abstinence.

As if touching him is polluting him.

But Su Yan knew that all this was an illusion.

"Tea."

A smile flashed across Song Guanzhi's eyes, and he sat in the armchair with an elegant posture.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a cup of tea with a moderate temperature was placed in front of him.

Song Guanzhi didn't move, he clicked on the picture on the table and asked, "Don't speak, do you look like it?"

Su Yan's eyes fell on the painting. The woman on it had no facial features, but the slender but slender figure and the long hair as black as clouds all silently indicated who Song Guanzhi painted.

"Master's painting is very good."

She replied softly, without a trace of turbulence in her eyes.

Song Guanzhi's eyes turned cold, he leaned back and patted his leg.

"come over."

Su Yan walked over and sat down on his lap obediently.

"How about Song Chaojiu?"

"It's almost time to close the net, my subordinates have gained his trust." The woman leaned in his arms obediently, and was well trained by him.

Unlike the first time, the back is stiff and the movements are unfamiliar.

But Song Guanzhi had a thorn in his heart, like a puppet he carved with his own hands, depicting his soul, but it was stolen by others in the end.

His thin eyelids drooped, "Oh? I have taught you orphaned for so long, how are you doing?"

Seeing that Su Yan was silent, he raised his chin slightly and commanded in a low voice, "I want to drink tea."

Su Yun obediently took the tea cup, skimmed off the green leaves on top, and brought it to Song Guanzhi's lips.

Song Guanzhi didn't move, he wanted to stare at her with a smile, his thin lips parted lightly, "Hey me—"

"Yes."

Su Yan's throat moved, she raised her head and took a sip of tea, then carefully supported his shoulder and slowly sent—

The back of the head was suddenly grabbed by a big palm.

a long time……

Su Yan's breathing was a little short, she supported his shoulder and pursed her lips.

Song Guanzhi played with her long hair, "Is this okay?"

"Master... subordinate..." She opened her mouth, her voice hoarse.

It's been so long, she still insists on her own heart and never goes beyond half a step.

Unless Song Guanzhi ordered it.

If it were a different woman, she would have been arrogant and pampered long ago if she could receive this kind of favor.

It was her who was born—

Song Guanzhi gathered up her slightly messy clothes, "Gu won't touch you, but if you dare to let Song Chaojiu touch you—" His voice was slow and slow, but with endless killing intent, "Don't force Gu to do it. Bad thing, eh?"

Full of warnings.

"Subordinates obey."

"good--"

Song Guanzhi sighed and fondly stroked her long hair.

After the conditioning of Hong Fei, so many precious medicinal materials were smashed, and the effect was very significant. The long hair that fascinated him was like silk and satin, and it felt very good.

He raised his hand and pulled out the hosta on her head, and the blue silk instantly fell like a waterfall and draped over her shoulders.

The ends of the eyes are flushed, and the eyes are gleaming.

Bright as a monster.

His complexion softened, this was taught by him, and naturally it can only be his.

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Another night.

This time, Song Chaojiu made up his mind to wait for the rabbit.

He stood outside the study, hidden behind the rockery, and waited for nearly an hour.