Male God, a Little Su

"Here she comes, she comes in!"

Kong Zhou swallowed his saliva, feeling a little short of breath.

That woman walked beside the gentle young man with a smile, and when she tilted her head to talk to him, the woman with gentle eyebrows and eyes. The skirt fluttered in the wind and snow, elegant blue color, clean and simple style. But she was wearing an air of immortality, and her steps were brisk, as if coming on the wind.

Getting closer, getting closer—

The hearts of the teenagers are beating like drums. The poems describing peerless beauties that they have learned in the books in the past seem to have answers and substance in an instant.

The style is thick, the meaning is far and gentle, and the texture is delicate and even.

The beauty is drunk, and the beauty is more rosy——

"This, this is the so-called black girl in your mouth? Ugly?" The young men looked at Kong Zhou with a look of surprise on their faces, "Master Kong, the beauty in your heart must be worthy of a fairy descending from the earth, right?"

"not me--"

Kong Zhou wanted to cry, but he almost stared blankly.

If it wasn't for the fact that the woman's eyebrows and eyes hadn't changed much, he would hardly have recognized that this snow-white woman was really the chic black girl on a horse he had seen back then?

The change is too big!

Before he finished speaking, the woman had already walked in and naturally sat beside Kong Zhou.

A quiet and faint medicinal fragrance slowly merged into the air.

Kong Zhou's face flushed instantly, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles. Writhing around in place, neither sitting nor not sitting.

However -

Wen Yanqing didn't notice his discomfort, she just lowered her brows unhappily, and said coldly, "Get up."

Kong Zhou jumped up from his seat and stood up obediently.

A group of teenagers who are usually surly, but now they are all surly, even more surly than when the husband was there.

Su Yan took the food out of the food box. It was cold, and her food box was specially made. There is a heating object installed underneath, and until now, the food is still slightly hot.

"It's cold, I boiled some soup for you to warm you up. I have nothing to do, and I made some soup dumplings. You can share it with your friends."

When the teenagers heard this, their eyes lit up.

One by one, they stretched their necks and looked into the food box. They have heard of Su Yan's craftsmanship a lot. If they are lucky, they have tasted it once or twice. But there are also those poor people who are tortured by delicious food every day, but don't catch a bite.

Wen Yanqing listened obediently, nodding from time to time.

Blushing and dripping blood, "Okay."

"You, are you tired?"

He asked dryly, his eyes shy. Even if there is a heart full of misses, I can't say it.

Su Yan glanced at him with a smile, and saw that he was holding her hand cautiously, the whole person was pitiful, and the smile in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

"I'm not tired. My little son just needs to focus on getting fame and fame, and just do what he wants to do. As for the rest, I'll do it."

Whether it's washing your hands to make soup, or killing people and setting them on fire.

Truth be told, she's good at both.

At that time, she didn't say all these words, but just turned them around in her heart and took them back. If you say it out, it would be bad to scare the young master.

boom--

Wen Yanqing's face was already red, and the blush spread all the way down her neck.

He opened his mouth, but did not refute.

The rest of the teenagers were also red-faced. They had never seen a woman who would announce these warm words to the public, and said them so naturally, as if they could drip water.

Not only does it not make people feel annoying, but it makes them feel envious.