Male God, a Little Su

"Don't speak?"

The room was very messy, with men's clothes scattered at the foot of the bed. That cloth is precious and can be used by no ordinary person. And not long ago, she wore this dress by herself just now.

But how could it be—

Just as this idea came into being, the bed tent was suddenly lifted by a big hand.

What catches the eye is a handsome, handsome face. A pair of romantic Danfeng eyes narrowed slightly, and their cold and stern eyes swept towards her, attacking her with overwhelming oppression, Hongfei's legs softened, and she fell to her knees.

"master--"

His throat was dry, his head was blank, and he couldn't hear what he said.

"Get out and kneel."

The man's voice was very light and light, treating her like nothing.

Get out of bed barefoot, pick up the long gown on the ground and drape it over your shoulders.

His chest has scratches and many old scars, thin muscles are beautiful and sexy, and his abdominal muscles are firm. The whole body exudes a lazy and contented breath, what happened last night is self-evident.

This is Su Yan's room, and he sleeps on Su Yan's bed.

Hong Fei's heart hurts for bursts of pain, is it willing to say nothing to her?

"Subordinates are convicted."

She bowed her head and didn't even dare to take a second look, stood up from the ground, hunched over and turned to go out in a hurry. The snow was thick outside, Hong Fei blinked and knelt down in the yard with an expressionless face.

I don't know when, the sky began to snow again.

Song Guanzhi put on his coat, just sat on the bed and turned to look at Su Yan.

Everything from last night came to mind clearly.

He reached out, his cold fingertips resting on her slightly hot cheeks. There are still shallow tears on the top, wet eyelashes, and a deep bite mark on the neck.

It is self-evident as to who did those traces.

Song Guanzhi sighed softly, and rubbed her cheek with his fingers.

In exchange, the other party frowned slightly, then curled up and hid his little head under the quilt, revealing only a piece of jet-black hair spread on the pillow.

I heard that only people who have no sense of security would make such an action.

"Actually, you don't have to be so good-"

But she didn't, on the contrary, she was very obedient, which gave Song Guanzhi an illusion, making Song Guanzhi, who was extremely angry at the time, think that she also took him to heart.

But when she wakes up, she realizes that her obedience to him is just an idea engraved in her bones and instilled in the dark night hall.

I just felt empty in my heart, a little bit of churning.

Su Yan slept very deeply this night, and it was noon when she woke up.

Her eyes trembled, and she wanted to sit up habitually, but as soon as she propped up the bed with her hands, she fell back weakly before she could sit up.

[Oh, 44 was indeed hit by you, and he is still the most powerful man in my family. 】

04 Don't want to talk to her and pretend not to be there.

Su Yan rubbed her waist, groaned, and pretended to be wronged: [Wuwu, my family 44 is really heartless, and now they have learned to pretend to be dead. You are no longer the 44 I knew. 】

04 Smile: [Yes, the host. 】

The original 04 is already dead, killed by your own hands.

Su Yan: [You are now Niu Hulu 44! 】