Male God, a Little Su

It's still the same face, but there is endless amorous feelings in his bones.

"What am I like now?"

She tilted her head, no one went to the banquet, dressed in red, and she was not married.

I have to say, good-looking is good-looking, but dog men are too capricious.

"Like my princess."

Song Guanzhi's movements were very skillful, as if he had practiced it thousands of times. With him around, he didn't need to do anything at all.

He wanted to fundamentally rob Zheliu of Zheliu's job, leaving Zheliu with nowhere to go.

Everything is ready.

He carefully put a cloak on Su Yan, and then walked out with her in his arms.

Su Yan didn't care, she looked at the stars above her head, and the people led the way with lanterns.

Suddenly he opened his mouth and asked, "Is the second prince here too?"

This sentence successfully made the man's footsteps stop, and then, as if nothing had happened, he walked steadily holding Su Yan and continued to walk.

But the words were already cold.

"Want to see him?"

Seeing that Su Yan didn't say anything, in Song Guanzhi's place, it was tacit consent.

He chuckled softly, his voice softer.

"What he can give you, and what he can't give, I can give it all. And you are now my crown princess, even if you see him, it won't change anything."

Even if you die, you can only die by my side.

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When the man appeared holding the woman in his arms, the lively banquet suddenly quieted down.

Everyone is watching, only the seventh prince is not afraid to get up.

"Brother Prince, is this the sister-in-law?"

Su Ro was not placed on the chair next to him by Song Guanzhi, but sat down directly with Su Ro in his arms, letting Su Ro sit on his lap.

Oh, I don't want a dog man's face anymore.

She slowly raised her eyes and glanced at him quickly.

I saw the man's expression was serious, and the corners of his lips twitched into a small smile.

Still the same gentle and refined appearance.

The seventh prince opened his mouth and saw the cape of the cloak slide down, revealing a small face like pink jade.

There are three thousand concubines in the harem, gathering all the beauties in the world, and the seventh prince has seen a lot.

But at first glance, Su Yan was still amazed.

Her amorous feelings are not in the face, but exudes from the bones.

The Seventh Prince, who was only ten years old, didn't have a deep definition of beauty, and most of the beautiful concubines were usually indifferent when he saw them. And Su Yan, let him suddenly understand, Mei, it turned out to be like this!

"Sister-in-law is so beautiful!"

Song Guanzhi wanted to smile or not, raised his eyebrows, "Pretty?"

"Mmmm!" The Seventh Prince nodded his head stupidly.

I just heard the man at the top say slowly, "Pretty, that's mine too."

You can only see.

There seemed to be a little joy in his tone.

The seventh prince was startled, puffed out his cheeks, and stared childishly, "Brother Prince, how are you?"

Song Qinglan has been quietly paying attention to Song Chaojiu. The moment the woman appeared, he knocked down the wine glass with a flick of his hand, and the wine wet his sleeves.

He didn't realize it, and his eyes fell directly on the woman.

It's true-

Song Qinglan was extremely looking forward to it. You are quite courageous for the woman who dares to covet Song Guanzhi.

Instead, he wanted to see how another beautiful woman was added to this battle of the rivers and mountains, and how it ended.

Snipe and clam fighting...

"What would you like to eat?"

Song Guanzhi took a chopstick and brought it to her mouth.

Su Yan lowered her eyes, with resistance written all over her body, "I'm not hungry."

"yes?"

He ate the dish and played with Su Yan's little hand slowly, "Did you see someone and think you can't eat it?"