Male God, a Little Su

The door was pulled open from the inside.

The moment Qiao Ye saw the outsider, his brows were obviously wrinkled.

A happy smile appeared on Wang Shiyuan's small face, and she almost cried out in a pleasing voice, "Brother Qiao, I..."

"Bam—"

The door slammed shut again.

Quiet, like it's never been opened.

God knows, Wang Shiyuan has already wanted to go in, the door was almost smashed against the tip of her nose, and if she moved forward a little bit, it was about to hit her in the face.

"Joe... Brother Joe??"

Wang Shiyuan froze in place, the fruits and vegetables in her hands rolled to the ground.

She blinked, her eyes gradually turning red.

Gradually grip the phone tightly.

...

Su Yan turned her head and wrinkled her little nose.

Seeing him go to open the door with a displeased face, he turned around and frantically asked questions. Qiao Ye came over and saw her scribbling on the paper, her brows slightly loosened.

Suddenly he said, "Wrong again, what about your IQ?"

A sweet and magnetic voice fell from the top of his head.

Su Yan's back stiffened, biting the pen and humming, "I want you to take care of it!"

"Tsk—"

Qiao Ye leaned lazily against the edge of the table, sneered, drooping his thin eyelids, and looked down at her.

The light and sluggish expression made Su Yan feel restless in an instant.

She twisted on the chair, raised her head with her mouth closed, and glanced around quietly with her eyes.

On the sofa, no! kitchen? nor! Entrance?

Su Yan looked over and saw only two pairs of shoes, one large and one small, placed on the mat at the door.

The black leather shoes belong to Qiao Ye, and the white sneakers belong to her.

There is no third person.

She quietly curled her lips, but she didn't know that her quiet appearance had already fallen into someone's eyes.

He coughed lowly, trying to laugh or not.

Su Yan finally raised her face and asked embarrassedly, "Where's that person?"

"Which one?" Qiao Ye raised his eyebrows and asked knowingly.

"hey-hey……"

Su Yan shrank her neck and snickered.

Lying on the table, writing and drawing, pretending to relax, "It's nothing."

It seems that you are still a keeper!

Qiao Ye stood up and knocked on the table, motioning her to sit down.

He took out the paper she was pressing, and with just one glance, most of the questions were wrong. He glanced at him, and Su Yan begged for mercy instantly.

"I was wrong! I'll correct it now! Woohoo QAQ"

She faked crying softly, half-coquettishly.

Qiao Ye ignored her, read the paper, and put it back on the table.

Step up to the study.

Su Yan hurriedly shouted: "Master, why are you going!! It's agreed that now you will continue to cut off the relationship between master and apprentice, you can't talk without saying anything!!"

The slender back of the man in front paused for a while, and after a long time, the man's lazy and cold voice slowly dropped from the front.

"There's milk in the fridge."

The girl's eyes lit up.

The man clearly grasped the doorknob and twisted it.

The moment he entered the door, he added two words lightly.

"Brain the brain-"

The little girl is so stupid, the stupidest student he has ever taught.

If Su Rou knew that Qiao Ye was in her heart and always despised her IQ, she would probably overturn the table directly.

Don't do it, daddy!

Too bad she doesn't know.

Su Yan obediently walked to the refrigerator, took out two bottles of milk, one bottle was inserted into a straw to drink by herself, and the other bottle was taken to the study by her.

Just as he was about to enter, Su Yan's head suddenly flashed.

She frowned and asked, "44, was I despised just now?"

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"No love anymore..."

Su Yan shook her head, feeling that this perfect-looking Mr. 04 was no longer the perfect system with a gentleman's demeanor and patience.