Male God, a Little Su

The teacher Han she said was the actor of Wen Hao.

"If only I were as good-looking as Sister Su! Sister Su should be the type that many boys like? How about you, Mr. Xie, you also like... Ah, I'm not sorry... I said something wrong." Lin Ruolan thought to herself As she said it, she didn't notice that Pan Minghui's expression changed the moment she mentioned Su Yan.

As she spoke, she seemed to realize that she had brought up a topic that was destined to be embarrassing.

Sticking out his tongue, he quickly apologized to Xie Zhizhou, "I'm sorry Mr. Xie, I really didn't mean it!"

"Um."

Those lead-grey eyes without a trace of emotion swept past her lightly. It made Lin Ruolan feel cold, as if being stared at by the god of death.

She pursed her lips and started to get scared.

Shouldn't she provoke Xie Zhizhou? No one in the whole world knows that Xie Zhizhou has no relationship with his ex-wife. She mentioned this deliberately, just to know whether Su Yan's position in Xie Zhizhou's mind was what it was rumored to be.

Hearing his faint voice, Lin Ruolan suddenly felt a little bit of anticipation in her heart.

It seems that Su Yan really does not please Xie Zhizhou.

But in the next second, she was slapped in the face.

Xie Zhizhou suddenly curled his lips and laughed. Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked lazily at the location where Su Yan was in the distance. She was wearing a cotton-padded coat and was holding a small bowl and taking small sips. She didn't know what she was drinking.

When he was just acting, the charm between his brows and eyes dissipated. At this time, he shrank into a small ball in the cotton coat, revealing only a small head and a pair of small hands sticking out from the wide sleeves.

Inexplicably, it makes people feel very, very good-

Xie Zhizhou licked the crevice of his lower lip and said casually, "I don't seem to have to tell Miss Lin whether she is the type I like. But I don't like Miss Lin like this."

There were a lot of staff standing around. After listening to Xie Zhizhou's words, their eyes fell on Lin Ruolan.

Lin Ruolan was hit, and her whole body shook violently.

The eyes of the rest were sympathetic and mocking.

A person like Mr. Xie can be climbed by anyone?

He's not one of those guys who starts playing with women when he's famous. Just relying on his reputation for cleanliness in the circle after his debut for so many years, he knows.

What they didn't know was that even before Su Rou, Xie Zhizhou had never touched her with a finger.

...

It was set up like a big warehouse, dimly lit, and there was a mess of graffiti on the walls.

All kinds of cold metal equipment are randomly placed below, and there are sofas and coffee tables in the distance.

Upstairs are several remodeled rooms.

This is Solomon's gathering place.

The environment dictates that it is winter outside again.

In fact, there is already a heater inside, but people of ancient earth bloodline like Su Yan are rare after all. Her physique is weak, and she can't compare with those who have evolved. Even the lowest-level evolutionary people can easily resist the cold of winter.

But Su Yan couldn't. After drinking a bowl of soup, she felt much better.

Pan Minghui glanced at the lost Lin Ruolan, sighed helplessly, and made an excuse for her assistant to take her away.

Shaking his head, he was still a little curious.

"Mr. Xie, is what you just said true?"