Male God, a Little Su

With the sound of pain, Su Yan's slender body quickly fell forward.

"Wow!" Xie Mengmeng hid at the door, widening his eyes.

Almost just a little bit, it will fall into the arms of the other party.

"Stand up obediently."

A big palm firmly supported her arm, preventing Su Yan from falling forward. The man's hand leaves quickly, with grace and restraint.

Su Yan lowered her head, her eyes swept around him sadly.

He whispered, "Thank you."

"Brother Qiao, it hurts so much!" Wang Shiyuan bit her lip and looked at Qiao Ye in tears, trying to win pity.

Qiao Ye stood up, lowered his eyes and quietly adjusted his cuffs.

Wen Yan said indifferently, "Since it hurts, go to the hospital and see, I won't accompany you."

As he spoke, he walked out of the office.

Xie Mengmeng was so frightened that he quickly retracted his head, stuck out his tongue, and slipped away without turning his head.

"Brother Qiao, I—" Wang Shiyuan gritted her teeth and glanced at Su Yan coldly.

"Not going home? Not going?"

The man standing at the door slowly turned his eyes, facing the outline of the light, which was particularly confusing under the setting sun.

The voice is clear and clear, and Sven is indifferent.

"Ah... let's go! It's here!"

The girl was carrying a schoolbag and followed with a trot.

Before walking out of the office, she slowly looked back, facing a pair of eyes with disgust and coldness. The woman is very delicately dressed, and even her hair has a very beautiful arc.

At this time, the eyes are facing each other.

The modesty and grace of a woman cannot be maintained at all.

Su Yan curled her lips and smiled brightly, and there seemed to be waves in her eyes.

No powder, with a clean to the extreme temperament, pure and beautiful.

Seemingly friendly, Wang Shiyuan felt that she was demonstrating.

The office quickly became quiet, she lowered her eyes, and suddenly raised her hand to sweep away various textbooks and materials on the table. But when it was only 0.01 millimeters away from those, he stopped.

In his mind, a pair of cold and indifferent eyes flashed.

Suddenly the pressure builds up...

...

"Hurry up and help me!"

The girl rushed out of the supermarket with two large bags in both hands, her face flushed red.

Qiao Ye glanced at her, the bag was full of ingredients.

He reached out and took it, "Don't buy so much next time, it's a shameful waste."

Living next door to her, Qiao Ye knew more or less. Her parents were very busy and she was the only one at home. She usually attends classes at school. With her small body, how much can she eat?

Su Yan rubbed her red hands, and raised her face when she heard the words: "How can it be wasted? Isn't there a teacher?"

Her voice was soft, with a natural meaning.

Qiao Ye's footsteps stopped, he frowned, turned around abruptly, and stared at her beautiful eyes.

Amber, with a honey-like sheen in the light.

Clean and unworldly.

"I do not need."

With an indifferent tone, he walked up the stairs with the bag, and finally stopped at the door.

"Wait here."

After speaking, he opened the door and went in, but came out again in half a minute.

Holding a insulated lunch box in his hand, he handed it to Su Yan.

"What, what are you doing..."

Su Yan didn't understand his sudden change, and even his breath became a lot colder.

The whole body is lingering with the icy cold that refuses people thousands of miles away.

She took the lunch box embarrassingly, raised her head in confusion, and looked at the tall man in front of her.

"Don't bring me breakfast in the future, there's no need." He pinched his brows, and there was a bit of laziness in his voice.

"Why? Does the teacher not like to eat?"