Male God, a Little Su

Wen Yanqing didn't want to be too clear with her, although it was the first time he did such a thing.

If you let your friend Kong Zhou see it, he might drop his chin in surprise.

"All right."

Under the power fence, Su Yan smiled like the stars and moon reflected in her eyes. She tilted her head and looked at each other vaguely through the thin curtain.

Seeing him resting his hands on the stone pillar nervously, seeing her look, he suddenly released his hands and put his hands on his thighs pretending to be calm. As everyone knows, Su Rou has long seen the tension in his heart, clean and slender palms, even bones and flesh. At this time, he was clenching into a fist, and his fair skin was as thin as a layer of cicada wings, revealing the cyan blood vessels under the skin.

This pampered little boy, from head to toe, there is nothing that is not exquisite or beautiful.

"My little son, sit tight, be careful not to fall-"

"what--"

As soon as Su Yan's reminder came, Wen Yanqing's body shook, only to hear a thud, and a bamboo-blue figure had fallen into the pond.

Su Yan supported her forehead and sighed helplessly, "My little son..."

Silly cute.

The pond is not deep, and standing up can at most reach Wen Yanqing's chest.

The fish fled in shock.

Wen Yanqing's face was flushed with shame, wishing that a fierce man would dive into the water, or the world would evaporate.

Such an embarrassing scene was actually seen by Su Yan!

"me……"

His voice trembled, and blood dripped from his cheeks.

The little boy was thin-skinned, and his embarrassed tears were about to fall.

"Pfft-"

Su Yan couldn't help it at all, and burst out laughing.

The low hoarse voice and open-minded laughter, like a feather, crossed Wen Yanqing's heart.

He pursed his lips, his hair was still dripping with water, and his body was wet.

"You, stop laughing."

"Okay, I'm not laughing, hahahahaha..."

Su Yan nodded and looked, facing the boy's grievance and accusing eyes, instantly covering his stomach, he couldn't help it at all.

Tears came out of her smile, and her eyelashes were wet. She raised her hand to wipe the water stains from the corners of her eyes, smiled slightly, and stretched out her hand.

"Little boy, give me your hand."

Wen Yanqing shook his head, "I'll drag you down too."

He looked around, trying to find a spot to climb up. However, there are stones all around, and if he wants to go up, unless he doesn't want to lose face and disregard his image, he lifts up his robe and limbs and climbs up with it.

This……

Su Yan tutted lightly, seeing Wen Yanqing's struggle, "little son, you really underestimate me. Come on, I'll count to three, if you don't give me your hand, I'll shout for help, Let your classmates come down and get you—"

"Why are you like this—" Wen Yanqing complained while frowning Qing Jun.

"I'm like this, hurry up!" Su Yan was vicious and domineering, "I don't know, but how big of a fishing net can I use to get you out of this pool, what do you think, young master?"

"Don't say..."

Wen Yanqing's neck was all red, and there was water in her jet-black pupils.

Su Yan really wanted to see what the little boy looked like when she was bullied and cried.

But estimating the time, Su Qingyun is almost over the exam. She didn't want others to see the appearance of the young master.

Squinting, he stretched out his hand and threatened, "I'm going to count? Three two one..."

"you--"

Wen Yanqing reached out and held hers, her eyes trembled quickly, "You're counting too fast."

Su Yan curled her lips, "Of course, fishing must be fast, accurate, and ruthless, otherwise you can only end up empty-handed."