Chapter 887: Male lead is too bad 45

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He gasped, his voice hoarse.
Su Yan was about to answer,
"I ..."
Without saying anything, he swallowed into his stomach.
The spring breeze was warming up, and the ambiguity rose.
The shirt faded.
The two bodies intertwined in the night.
Accompanying bursts of ambiguous voices.
The shirt was lost.
The lights were dangling with shadows.
At midnight.
Comrade Feng Rong ate and ate, with a smile on his lips, looking good.
There was no look of the gloomy winds just about to kill.
Su Yan, wrapped in a blanket, was tired and hungry, his eyes moist and exhausted.
At this time, the voice of the little flower in my head sounded.
"Ding Dong, congratulations to the host, the third lesson lights up."
Xiaohua quietly speaks
"The host is great."
After speaking, Xiaohua didn't wait for her host's words.
It seems that his host is not very happy.
For a man who has seen many romance novels and experienced so many facets of the world.
Suddenly, Xiaohua knew where her host's symptoms were.
Little Flower Road
"Host, the three stars light up, meaning that all his mind is on you."
Su Yan's eyelashes moved.
Finally there was a response.
"He said that the two of us had nothing to do with each other and that I didn't like me to kiss him."
This is the first time Su Yan has faced such a problem.
This IQ is so outstanding that it won't be used now.
Floret tongue.
I am so stunned by my own host, it is no different from ordinary people to drill up the horns.
That scary logic analysis, which has always been accurate, is no longer needed.
Floret ideas
"Host, why don't Little Flowers give you an idea?"
Su Yan doubts
"Yep?"
Su Yan, who had closed his eyes, opened his eyes.
As soon as I opened it, I saw Feng Rong who came to kiss her.
She speaks
"How much does it cost?"
Her voice was a little hoarse, and a soft voice came out.
Feng Rong grinned and frowned.
He leaned over and wrapped Su Yan in his arms again.
Wen Xiang nephrite was in her arms, and the fire in her heart was burned over and over again.
He kissed her face
"Yep?"
"You waited for me all night and I'm very comfortable. How much does it cost?
Su Yan paused after speaking.
And asked Xiaohua
"I have no money."
"Host, your own man, you have to raise it."
Su Yan may be a bit tired. Listening to Xiaohua's words, it feels quite reasonable.
Feng Rong's face was stiff, and it took a long time for him to react.
He reached out and squeezed Su Yan's chin.
She forced her to look up at herself.
"Can you say that again."
Su Yan felt stinging from his chin.
Su Yan didn't speak.
Feng Rong laughed quietly.
He lowered his head and kissed her lips once.
"It's a long night, don't worry."
Su Yan heard and blinked, always feeling that things were bad.
Silently asking
"Little flower?"
"Well? Host?"
"Don't you say he either asks for money or gets angry?"
Xiaohua carefully looked there holding a domineering president romance novel.
"Well, yes, that male lead also said that to the heroine, and the heroine ran away very angry."
Xiaohua's words, Su Yan did not know if he had heard them.
The only thing I knew was that this ambiguous entanglement hadn't dissipated, and the eyes rose again.
If money is not money, set aside first.
I can't afford to get up tomorrow morning, it seems more important.