Su Susu, the Mysterious Male God of Quick Transmigration

Chapter 22 The Love and Enmity of the Rich and the Black Hearted Boss (21)
The shadow fell.

The girl's delicate face looked more and more peaceful in the smudged light of the setting sun.

The long and curly eyelashes fluttered down, casting a dark shadow on the fair skin.

Those demonic and bewitching eyes were closed, looking peaceful.

The sleeping posture is also extremely elegant, with hands folded in front of the abdomen, breathing gently.

It seems like a sweet dream is in full swing.

The posture is defenseless, and there is no sign of waking up.

but.

Men know that these are just appearances.

On the second day after this girl moved in, he experienced the girl's vigilance and lethargy.

Thinking of this, his thin lips curled slightly.

Then, the girl's arm that was pressed by the left hand lowered her head, and her thin lips were aimed at her ear.

"Girl, get up."

The man called softly, his voice was low and mellow, his voice was slightly deep, and there was an illusion of gentleness in a trance, which touched people's hearts.

But, in an instant.

The girl who woke up suddenly opened her eyes. Not only was she not attracted by the male voice, her eyes were even more treacherous.

Like an undercurrent under the surface of the water, anger is hidden.

In a blink of an eye, she slammed her elbows hard, and jumped up tensely, and she was about to reenact the previous "full martial arts" with the man.

The man remained motionless and only raised his right hand.

"Brought this for you."

The sweet smell wafts through the air.

Yan Wu paused, her whole body softened instantly, she looked closely at the...dessert in his hand?
After blinking, the eyes have softened.

"Thank you brother." Then, she bent her lips and smiled.

Completely changed back to the elegant and polite style of painting.

"No need." Huo Chenyan said, standing up: "Get up and eat."

"Okay." Yan Wu responded obediently, staring at the packing bag in his hand with her clear eyes, followed the man's movements, and followed him out like a marionette.

For a moment.

The two arrived at the restaurant step by step.

The man put the things down, and the girl immediately stepped forward to open the seal.

A delicate little square box was revealed.

After the lid was lifted, the white and delicate paste was revealed.

A layer of clear syrup floats on top of it.

The collision of white and orange creates an appetizing color.

It's just that although it looks advanced.

But in fact, this is a... tofu flower.

Ok.

Still sweet.

Even if its producer is a five-star chef, it can't change the fact that this dessert is very down-to-earth.

However, the hobbies of the lord of the girl are indeed unexpectedly close to the people.

I love sweets, but my favorite is not tiramisu or Black Forest, but tofu flower.

this moment.

She picked up the spoon and gracefully scooped out a piece of white slippery paste. She tasted it, and immediately curled the corners of her lips because of the sweet and fragrant taste.

This dessert for mortals is nothing short of a miracle...

The girl Lord God admired, and she took several mouthfuls quickly with decent movements, before slowing down the rhythm.

the other side of the table.

The handsome and impeccable man leaned back on the chair and looked at her quietly, his eyes were deep and inexplicable.

"Brother." Yan Wu suddenly raised her head and met his gaze: "Do you want to eat?"

she asked, finally remembering to care about the feeders.

"No need." Huo Chenyan said.

Yan Wu looked at him fixedly, but her expression suddenly became a little weird.

"Actually you……"

?

The man raised his eyebrows, it was rare to see her like this: "What?"

next second.

Then the girl in front of her narrowed her eyes dangerously: "Actually, are you a salty party?" That's why I never eat such delicious sweet bean curd.

The best guess is that he's a heretic with a salty sauce...

Huo Chenyan: "..."

There was a silence in the air.

After a while, the man said: "No."

"Really?" Yan Wu asked suspiciously.

Don't everyone on the Internet say that sweet and salty parties are incompatible?
But as a god, she is still very tolerant...

"Don't worry, I don't discriminate against the salty party." The girl said in a godly way, her eyes burning.

"It's really not." The man was a little amused. He paused for a moment and raised his thin lips in a strange arc.

"I don't have anything in particular."

Yan Wu was stunned, seeing his ambiguous expression, and recalling, she really realized... Huo Chenyan never seemed to have any preferences.

"why?"

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PS. Our Yanyan is a down-to-earth main god. .

small theater:
△ Now:
Yan Yan: What do you like?
Someone: No.

After △:
Yan Yan: What do you like?
Someone: Only you.

　I am a sweet party, do not accept rebuttal ==
　　Sweet party, hold on to Fang Sansan, hurry up and vote for support.

　　The salty party rushed to attack and smashed me to death with votes and comments.

　　Other parties please beckon and draw attention with comment votes.

　　By the way, pay attention! !
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(End of this chapter)