Male God, a Little Su

"I went back to look for it that night. Did you pick up the Ping An buckle?"

Su Yan stared at his face with squinted eyes and looked carefully.

Song Chao for a long time allowed her to look at it, extremely calm.

"I've said that I don't know. As the prince of the Gan Dynasty, I still lack a safety buckle from you?"

He hooked his lips, found a chair and sat down, with great interest.

"Row."

Seeing that he didn't admit it, Su Yan nodded, stood up and took the cloak, then walked out, "Since the things are not with you, then there is no need for us to meet, farewell."

She put on the cloak without hesitation.

"Hey--"

Song Chao was stunned for a long time, this woman really said she would leave without any hesitation.

Seeing that she opened the door and really wanted to leave, Song Chaojiu realized that she was not frightening him.

"Ping An with me, don't you want it anymore?"

He pinched his brows helplessly, and looked at Su Rou, who had left and returned with a funny look, "Apart from asking for something, do you have anything else to tell me?"

Song Chaojiu took out the pendant from the purse at his waist and played with it in his hand, "Is this?"

Su Yan reached out and grabbed it, "Give me back—"

"Tsk."

Song Chaojiu backhanded it and looked at her with a smile.

"Finally willing to talk to me a few more words? I picked this thing up, how can you prove it's yours, eh?"

This is obviously going to be a rogue.

Su Yan pursed her lips and glared at him hatefully, "There is my name on the back of the Ping An button, Rouge's Rouge, you can see for yourself."

"Oh?"

Song Chao didn't look at it for a long time, and the smile on his face deepened.

"Then you tell me my name first, Rouge?"

"I have nothing to say with you, return the things to me quickly, I'm leaving."

She lowered her eyes and said impatiently.

His lips were red, and there was displeasure between his eyebrows.

It can only be said that the beauty is angry, and there is no charm.

"Then you go."

Song Chaojiu leaned back, crossed his legs, and took a sip of the tea next to him.

Seeing this, Su Yan hurriedly reached out to stop her, but he held her wrist instead.

"This is what I drank." She frowned and reminded coldly.

"I see--"

The man Jun's face was full of joy, "No wonder the tea I drank is different from the tea I drank in the past, it is extraordinarily fragrant. It turned out to be the tea you drank, Ah Yan—"

"Snapped!"

Su Yan couldn't hold back and slapped her up.

The light in his eyes became colder, as if quenched by ice.

"I'm not those women in your backyard. If you dare to flirt with words again, believe it or not I'll kill you?"

For the first time, Song Chaojiu was angry.

The second time, he felt nothing.

"So fierce?"

He raised his eyebrows, "As a prince, I was beaten again and again by you, and I didn't get angry. Instead, it's you, look at how angry you are."

Su Yan glanced at him, pursed her lips and said nothing.

He didn't even bother to look at him, "You haven't returned the thing yet?"

"Yeah, it's natural-"

Seeing that she was really angry, Song Chaojiu hurriedly coaxed softly, and even sent the other half of his face to it, "Well, if you're not happy, will you be able to beat this face too?"

If he were to see his staff and subordinates, he would be shocked to drop his jaw.

Is this still the ruthless and ruthless second prince?

Su Yan was stunned, met his sincere eyes, frowned and said irritably, "Song Chaojiu, are you sick?"

Just be willing to speak.

Song Chaojiu breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "You can say whatever you want."

"Then give me back safely?" Su Yan glanced at him and asked tentatively.

"Here."