Male God, a Little Su

Song Chaojiu, who had been cheating all the time just now, spread out his hands very simply this time, and returned the safety buckle to her.

Su Yan was stunned for a while, stared at him dubiously, and then quickly reached out and snatched it from him.

When the little safety button was really in her hands, she came back to her senses and had some real feelings.

"Are you always happy now?" Song Chaojiu asked.

Su Yan didn't even look at him, she put away the safety button and walked out.

"Hey—you just left like this?"

Song Chao was unwilling, grabbed her sleeve and refused to let it go, "I waited for you for a long time, but you left without saying a word to me?"

"let go."

Su Yan flicked her sleeves, "What do I have to say to Deng Tuzi?"

"Eh? When did I become an apprentice?"

Song Chaojiu was helpless, "Last time you beat and scolded you. I was just joking with you, I really didn't want to take advantage of you."

Su Yan snorted coldly, without looking at him, went to the outer hall to sit down, and poured herself a cup of tea.

Seeing that she was thinking of leaving for a while, Song Chaojiu finally felt a little happy.

Followed step by step, a pair of eyes fell directly on Su Yan's body, the more he looked, the more charming he felt. The aura on his body was something he had never seen in his life.

Cold, but exudes a sense of laziness and charm from the bones.

"What to say?"

Su Yan lowered her eyes, took a sip of tea, and asked quietly.

I don't know if all men are cheap, if they don't cherish them well, if they don't take him seriously, a little word with him will make him happy.

"I'm curious why you want to help me."

Seeing Su Yan's indifferent and indifferent appearance, Song Chaojiu is no longer narcissistic, and he doesn't dare to think that Su Yan helped him because he had a crush on him.

"Need a reason?"

"Don't you need it?" Song Chaojiu raised his eyebrows.

Hearing this, Su Yan curled her lips, put down the tea cup gently, and raised her eyes.

"It's okay to see you."

Song Chaojiu was taken aback for a while, and then he laughed softly, "Forget it, why not? It turns out that my face is still useful."

"only--"

Su Yan's eyes flashed, and her red lips parted lightly, "I don't like you anymore."

There was no emotion in her voice, looking at Song Chaojiu's eyes with disdain.

It's as if he is a gadget, teasing him when he likes it, and throwing it away when he doesn't like it.

"Oh?"

With one hand behind him, he calmly looked at the woman in front of him.

Her eyes were extremely dark, and her pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, like a layer of mysterious gauze, making it difficult to see what she was thinking.

In Song Chao's long life, he had heard a lot of women's flattery and flattery towards him. This was the first time that a woman had revealed her hatred and fondness for him so bluntly.

"You're not afraid of angering me, and you won't be able to leave?"

Song Chaojiu's voice sank, and the smile in his eyes gradually faded.

He is the second prince of the Qian Dynasty, and the person with the most chance to become the heir. Most of the officials above the court stood on his side, and they were of noble birth and above ten thousand people.

Now a woman challenges his majesty again and again.

"laugh--"

Su Yan played with the tea cup, and met his eyes casually, "Can you beat me?"

Song Chao long thought that she would be afraid, but this is what she was waiting for.

"..."

Whether he wants to laugh or not, his eyes are playful, "Want to try?"

The voice fell, and a dagger had already touched his lower body.