Male God, a Little Su

"Grandpa, I don't dare, I really don't dare..."

The old man shook his head, "I won't let Qiao Ye kill you, that's my only grandson, I don't want him to get his hands dirty. But the other... If he wants to take everything from you, I will also It won't stop you. You have learned a lot over the years, as long as you are willing to work, you can live well, so be it."

After all, he turned and walked away.

Wang Shiyuan wanted to catch up, but was isolated by the bodyguards, who just dragged her out of the house and threw her in the corridor.

After that, he followed the old man into the car and left quickly.

...

In the hospital, Su Yan was lying on the bed with no love for her life.

The nurse stood by and asked helplessly, "Didn't you just leave the hospital in the morning? Why did you come back? Everyone said that you should not exercise vigorously recently. You see, the knife edge is torn apart. In the end, it's you who hurts, right?"

Su Yan pursed her lips and wanted to cry even more.

Qiao Ye was both distressed and funny. He leaned over and squeezed her face, comforting her softly, "Don't cry, can I vent your anger?"

"not good!"

She shook her head, pinched his waist and complained, "You left me at home alone and let that woman in, do you want her to take the opportunity to kill me?"

Qiao Ye's heart stagnated for a while, and he hardly dared to think about this possibility.

Fortunately, Wang Shiyuan has not yet reached the point of madness.

"Don't talk nonsense!" He patted her head and sighed, "It's my fault, I'll never leave you alone again, eh?"

"A word counts?" The little girl's eyes lit up.

"Forget it!" He nodded.

The nurse hung up anti-inflammatory water for Su Yan and glanced at the two. Covering his cheeks, he reminded sourly: "Sir, the patient's wound needs to be healed, please restrain yourself! If the wound is torn open again, it will not be conducive to recovery!"

After that, she went out.

The room was suddenly embarrassed.

Joey:  …

People sit at home, and the pot comes from the sky.

He lowered his eyes slowly, thinking that Su Yan could not understand. However, she saw that her little face had already turned red, like a piece of pink jade, with mist in her big eyes, her eyes flickered and she dared not look at him.

"cough……"

Qiao Ye coughed lowly, raised his hand to tuck her in the quilt, stood up and asked, "What do you want to eat, I'll buy it for you."

He originally planned to contribute his first cooking, but it turned out to be messed up because of this incident.

As soon as he stood up, the corner of his clothes was grasped by a small hand.

"You promise me one thing, and I will let you go."

Su Yan looked at him, with a cry in her voice, twitching when she spoke.

"Huh? What?"

The little girl blushed, her eyes flashed when she heard this, and she hooked her tender white fingers at him, "You bow your head, I will tell you quietly."

Qiao Ye was funny, and the embarrassment disappeared invisibly.

He bent down seriously and put his ear close to hear what she was going to whisper to him.

Su Yan grabbed his earlobe and mumbled softly.

After she finished speaking, like a sly loach, she snuck into the quilt and grabbed the quilt to cover her face.

Only a gap was quietly exposed, and he peeked at him with his eyes.

I saw that Qiao Ye was still bent over. He was wearing a sports suit, tossing along the way, and the clothes were already wrinkled against his body. However, this can't hide his outstanding appearance. He is cold and gentle, with a bookish air when he doesn't speak, which can deceive people.

If he didn't say his real age, who would know that he was actually almost thirty years old? I thought he was a handsome little brother of twenty-three or four.