Male God, a Little Su

Song Guanzhi was helpless, "Aro, you have wronged me. From the beginning to the end, you are the only woman."

"Oh? During the two years you were emperor, you didn't have a concubine Lin Xing?"

"I've never chosen a concubine. Where can I find a woman in the harem? Ah Yan, if you inquire a little, you'll know that what I said is not a lie."

Of course Su Yan knew that she did it on purpose.

"What do you say, I have to believe? Now that you are neither the emperor nor the prince, you should have heard what others said? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

how come?

God knows, when he found out that Su Yan was not dead, he didn't dare to have any other thoughts except joy.

She faked her death, but was also injured by him.

Song Guanzhi did not dare to complain, this was her punishment to him, and he accepted it willingly.

He chuckled and lowered his voice, "As long as you want, I can be a little white face for a lifetime."

This sentence successfully pleased Su Yan, the man's voice is very nice, she knew it from the moment she came. Su Yan rubbed her ears and snorted coldly, "Get in here! I want to check!"

The door opened, and the man stood at the door, looking at Su Yan who was sitting on the couch drinking tea, and was at a loss for what to do.

Su Yan curled her lips, "Song Guanzhi, have you ever thought that you have today?"

Where did you think about it?

Song Guanzhi smiled bitterly, he walked to Su Yan's side and stopped.

"A rouge—"

The voice was hoarse, showing endless pain, "I'm sorry..."

Su Yan sneered, put his hand on his shoulder, and pulled him off with a little force.

Song Guanzhi's eyes flashed, he tilted his head slightly, and touched her warm cheek.

There was a faint aroma of wine in the air, mixed with the old smell of heavy wooden cabinets. What irritated him the most was the medicinal smell on Su Yan's body. It was shallow, mixed with those smells and fermented, and it became the smell that moved his heart the most.

Su Yan looked at him quietly for two seconds, and suddenly covered her lips.

His lips were as cold as he was, Su Yan didn't close his eyes, and he could clearly see that in his calm eyes, in an instant, a strong fire burst out.

Immediately afterwards, her waist was buckled, and she was pressed against the soft slump, turning her back on the customer.

Su Yan's eyes drooped lightly, letting him move.

The man's breathing was heavy, there was despair, and there was the joy of the rest of his life.

When he hugged her again, everything became real, and his feet finally touched the ground.

It's not a dream-

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The next day, the sky was bright.

All the handymen in Zuixianlou knew that the little white face raised by the proprietress had succeeded.

Su Yan just woke up, but only moved a little, and the people beside her woke up suddenly.

She turned her eyes and kissed his pale lips without any qualms, her voice hoarse, "Morning."

Song Guanzhi was slightly startled, and he stared at everything in front of him in a trance.

His strong arms still wrapped around her waist, domineering. His eyes moved down from her face and landed on her neck, cruising in that charming place.

a long time……

He suddenly came back to his senses, "I..."

Su Yan raised her eyebrows, suddenly deceived herself, sat on his waist, and said coldly: "What? Is it possible that you don't want to be responsible after eating? In my drunken house, if you can't pay for the wine, you stay for errands. And you , I fell asleep, the boss lady, how long do you think you should work?"

Her voice was hoarse, still revealing the little laziness she had just woken up from.

The spring love between the eyebrows and eyes has not dissipated, the hands are wrapped around the chest, and the chin is lifted slightly.

Unspeakable pride.

Song Guanzhi reacted, he covered his eyes and couldn't help but chuckle, his eyes were wet for a moment.