Male God, a Little Su

Su Yan smiled carelessly, her peach blossom eyes lowered slightly, the narrow and long eyelids were like cicada's wings, beautiful and moving. There are three points of boredom and seven points of ridicule between his eyebrows and eyes.

She thought that Su Tian's mind might be broken, and He Zhe's mobile phone was in her hand, but she asked He Zhe why he didn't reply to her messages.

May I ask, how come?

Han Xin: He cooks in the kitchen.

Han Xin: Are you his girlfriend?

As an older sister, it shouldn't be too much to care about the love life of my younger sister who is about to take the college entrance examination, right?

Su Tian was taken aback by the question, and almost went mad when he realized it. Why did he tell him to cook? When He Zhe was playing games with her just now, he was still telling her that he didn't go home, but was with his friends.

What friend? girlfriend?

She bit her lip and typed a line bitterly.

Britney: Yes, he is my boyfriend, so don't think about it, you have no chance!

Su Yan smiled.

She finally typed a line: I don't think you are suitable. You will have an exam next year, so you should focus on your studies.

Su Tian was furious, He Zhe even told her these things!

She had no doubt that the person opposite would be her acquaintance. How could a normal person think so much? Especially this sister's brain is not very good.

Britney: J people! Don't think about it anymore, fight for a man with me? My wife never lost!

Su Yan gave away a few more heads, and the time for her resurrection was getting longer and longer. She was a very strong person, but at this moment, she frowned unhappily when she saw that she was being tortured and killed continuously.

The teammates had given up resistance, one hung up and the other kept sending heads, and the high ground was lost.

The master and the tyrant are all in the hands of the opponent, and the enemy who was beaten at the beginning and has no power to fight back has begun to mock them in all of them.

(All) Yu Ji: Our family's middle laner and jungler are idiots, two women are torn up for a man.

(All) Miyamoto Musashi: Misty grass, so exciting?

(All) Da Qiao: Don't push it, watch the show, don't worry, our family Han Xin is playing with a woman now, Arthur hangs up. The Sb mid laner is still cursing, we lost this game.

(All) Britney: For Han Xin, we will not guarantee it!

But in the end Su Yan stopped talking, and the others lost their patience, mainly because they were afraid that the other party would suddenly come back after playing. Everyone's economy is similar now, so it's not clear who will hit whom.

So one after another took advantage of the arrival of the soldiers line, and took away the crystal in one fell swoop.

When Qin Yuan came out, he saw the little woman sitting on the sofa, her whole body was covered with distress. He seldom saw her like this, her brows were frowned, her cheeks were red from the heating in the room, she was wearing a light-colored loose sweater, and she was nestled in a small ball on the sofa, extremely cute.

It was not obvious at all that she was already twenty-three years old.

Four years older than him.

Qin Yuan chuckled and looked down at her, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

Su Yan pursed her lips sullenly, but before she could react, she felt aggrieved when she saw that she had completed a negative record, "Assassin is too difficult to play, I don't know how to play assassin at all, so I lost."

She spread her hands, holding He Zhe's cell phone in her palm.

Qin Yuan took a look and couldn't help laughing.

The record is 8-16-4, it is indeed miserable, and it is also very good.

If it was He Zhe Yuzhou and the others, Qin Yuan would have been unable to hold back the ridicule. But in Su Yan's body, he only thought it was cute.

When did you start paying attention to Su Yan? In fact, Su Yan was not very eye-catching at first glance. She was too low-key and didn't like to laugh. Apart from being more emotional towards her sister, she also talked more. At other times, everything is treated with indifference.