Male God, a Little Su

But his maintenance of Su Ro now is solid.

But if you say he cares about Su Yan, why would he push Su Yan to another man with his own hands?

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The pot is made for lunch, the door is wide open, and while eating, you can enjoy the snow scene outside the window.

After Su Yan entered the door, she took off the cloak and washed her hands aside, "What do you want to eat, master?"

Hearing this, Song Guanzhi frowned and pulled her down to sit.

His tone was deep and cold, "Eat!"

The chopsticks were stuffed into her hands with a very domineering attitude.

"It doesn't make sense—" Su Yan said softly, "You are the master and I am a servant, so how can I eat at the same table with you."

"You only now know whether Yu Li is incompatible?" Song Guanzhi stared at her with a smile, and said meaningfully: "There will be more inconsistencies in Yu Li in the future, you can take time to appreciate it."

After all, he sat down beside Su Yan without a doubt, and gave Su Yan a piece of meat first.

Su Yan was flattered on his face, but expressionless in his heart.

Dog man, realize now? late.

Song Chaojiu, that man, I'm hooked! Wait until you get your hands on it, and then slowly play him to death.

"drink wine?"

The wine cup was handed to her lips, Su Yan lowered her eyes and took a sip obediently.

The spicy taste entered his throat and flowed all the way down, even burning his internal organs.

Her cheeks were flushed.

Song Guanzhi rubbed the wine cup, raised his head and drank the remaining half glass of wine that Su Yan had drank.

"master--"

Su Yan was stunned, it was too late to stop the export.

Song Guanzhi's abnormality doesn't stop there.

Drinking badly.

Zhe Liu frequently winked at Su Yan and asked her to persuade Song Guanzhi to stop drinking.

Su Yan pursed her lips and reached out to block Song Guanzhi's hand, "Master, don't drink—"

"Um?"

The man approached suddenly, the smell of alcohol in his breath, mixed with the cool smell on his body.

Su Yan's eyes were dim, looking at the man's eyes that were obviously stained with drunkenness.

"Master, you are drunk."

"Well……"

Song Guanzhi narrowed his eyes and looked at the person in front of him seriously, after confirming that it was Su Yan. He stretched out his hand and pulled Su Yan onto his lap, hugged him in his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder, and said in a hoarse voice, "Gu is drunk."

"That subordinate will help you to go back to your room to rest."

Su Yan moved, trying to break free.

"don't want!"

The drunk man is very vexatious, without the composure he usually has.

"You, you are not allowed to move!"

Song Guanzhi wrapped his arms around her waist tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones.

He leaned on her and squinted at the goose feather snow outside the door, all of which swayed, confusing people's eyes.

The charcoal fire under the pot went out, and the two sat in such an ambiguous posture for a long time.

Until the man beside him breathes smoothly.

Su Yan pushed him tentatively and asked softly, "Master?"

"Um?"

Song Guanzhi's eyelids moved, but he didn't open them. Instead, he rubbed her neck, found a comfortable position, and fell asleep again.

Su Yan sighed and winked at Zhe Liu.

Zhe Liu came over, and the two worked together to help Song Guanzhi up and walk towards the inner room.

"Who?"

Halfway through, Song Guanzhi woke up, his voice was drunk, but extremely cold.

Full of killing intent, he looked at Zhe Liu, "Who are you? Who allowed you to touch Gu? Someone - dragged her down and chopped off her hands!"

"Your Highness—"

Zhe Liu's face turned pale, and quickly let go, "This slave is Zhe Liu!"

"Who is Zhe Liu?"

The drunk Song Guanzhi narrowed his eyes, as if he had lost his memory.