Male God, a Little Su

As New Year's Eve approached, Song Guanzhi became busier and busier.

But no matter how busy he is, he will quietly come back at night. He thought that his footsteps were very light, and the sleeping Su Rou didn't notice it. But I don't think about what the original body did before, even if I lost my inner strength, the body's instinct is still there.

Every time he came in lightly to take a look at her, and then spent the night in the soft collapse outside.

Su Yan knew, but pretended not to know.

Let him toss.

Every day when Su Yan is idle, she listens to 04 tell a story.

Like today-

04: [Today, Song Chaojiu was reprimanded by the emperor in the courtroom and stripped of his position in the household department. 】

Su Yan: [Huh, he can shoot fast enough? 】

04 chuckled: [Naturally, if he wants to, in fact, as long as he throws all the evidence in his hand, Song Chaojiu has no chance of turning over at all. 】

But what Song Guanzhi wanted was to kill him a little bit!

Su Yan yawned, [How pitiful~]

Her red lips twitched, evil spirit overflowing.

[By the way, what about that sachet? How is it useful? 】

Regarding this, 04 refuses to accept it, [Everything is expected by the host. 】

That sachet was packed, but it was no ordinary incense. It is a kind of spice that can make people dream, so-called day and night have dreams, this kind of medicine can just move the boat, so that people who wear the sachet can have the dreams they want to dream every night.

From then on, it was impossible for Song Chao to forget Su Yan for a long time.

*

Another night passed.

Song Chaojiu sat up from the bed.

"Someone-"

He opened his mouth in a hoarse voice, and as soon as he sat up, he suddenly felt wet under him.

Song Chaojiu's complexion instantly turned ashen, he pursed his lips and drove out the servant who had just walked in, and changed his clothes by himself.

The sullen eyes swept across the messy bed, and the pictures of the dream in his mind were already very fine, but the flushed face, the tearful eyes of Su Yan, who was unable to cling to his shoulders, made him forget to die. No.

In the dream, they are lingering to death.

But in reality-

Song Chaojiu paused with his clothes on, and then quickly tore off the court clothes.

He sneered, "Song Guanzhi!"

Imprisoned for two years, he really underestimated the power in his hands.

Now he has become an idle prince with no official position, and was reprimanded by his father in public, calling him useless.

And all of this is thanks to Song Guanzhi!

How is she now?

Song Chaojiu closed his eyes and slowly let out a breath.

"Song Guanzhi, if you want to fight, then fight!"

That woman, he will do everything in his power to get it back! She was supposed to be his woman!

definitely is!

*

On the eve of New Year's Eve, Oriliu walked in with hot water lightly.

Su Yan was playing chess with herself when she heard the movement and turned her head, "You're here."

"Stop playing, the light at night is not good, it's not good for the eyes."

Zhe Liu walked over to put away the Go, and put the hot water at Su Yan's feet, "Let's soak your feet first."

Su Yan took off her shoes, she snorted softly when the hot water was hot, and narrowed her eyes.

"It's very lively outside tonight, what happened?"

"Huh? No, nothing..."

Zhe Liu lowered her eyes and squatted on the ground to massage her acupuncture points.

But the panic that flashed by was caught by Su Yan.

She held her chin and smiled, "Zhe Liu, you really can't lie, you can see through it at a glance."

Zhe Liu was silent for a moment.

"It's the second prince's wedding."

"Oh--"