Su Yan's IQ made her conclude that he cared about her.

Unfortunately, her emotional intelligence prevents her from understanding the current situation.

"Little Flower"

"Huh? Host?? ”

"Why did he say that last night?"

"Which words?"

"He said it had nothing to do with me, as if he didn't like it when I kissed him."

Xiaohua was stunned for a moment

"Don't like you kissing him?

No, last night, Xiaohua almost thought that he was going to eat the host in his stomach, which part of the host's body did he not kiss? ”

When Su Yan heard this, he was silent for a moment.

And then think.

Reasonable.

"He said he had nothing to do with me?"

"Hmm, could it have something to do with the host sending love letters to others?

The male protagonist is jealous, and he's embarrassed to admit that he cares too much? ”

I have to say that Tongzi, which has always been known for its pitfalls, finally played what it should do at a critical moment.

Xiaohua said again

"Host, if the male protagonist sends love letters to others and gives her gifts, will the host be angry?"

Su Yan thought for a moment, and then, his mouth gradually pursed.

She didn't answer Xiaohua's words.

But Xiaohua has probably guessed it.

Xiaohua sighed.

It seems that so many lifetimes are still useful.

What the host doesn't know much about, you can understand as you go through it.

The host doesn't know what love is.

But who knows if the host already has love?

Jealousy is the first step to love.

Besides, the host can't even get into her eyes on things she doesn't care about.

is not the kind of person who will be depressed for a sentence or two from others.

But she will listen to every word that the male protagonist says.

There will still be reactions, there will be anger.

That's the difference.

Wait until Su Yan understands.

She picked up the cup next to her and took two sips of water.

phonate

"The gift I gave was just a trust. I don't know him well. ”

Again, Su Yan explained what happened yesterday.

Feng Rong glanced at her twice.

Leaning back in the chair behind him, he chuckled

"What? Do you think it's too frivolous to send love letters to others with your front foot and sleep with me with your back foot, and you plan to find a reason to be perfunctory? ”

Su Yan looked at him

"I don't have anything to do with him."

"Oh?"

He hooked his lips and smiled, as if he didn't believe her words at all.

She was about to continue to say something.

A woman walked out of the kitchen.

"Young Master."

The woman smiled gently, her hair was coiled high, and she was wearing a black professional attire.

With an apron tied around his waist, he followed and brought the last chicken soup he was holding to the table.

From top to bottom, every part is exquisite.

She leaned over, and two white and tender lumps on her chest leaked out.

Rough.

The woman reached out and opened the lid of the cooked chicken broth.

She looked at Feng Rong with a pair of eyes that seemed to be glowing with soft waves

"Young master, will I serve you a bowl?"

Su Yan looked at the woman.

She stood up.

Bypassed the woman and walked to Feng Rong.

looked at him very seriously,

"Do you like me kissing you?"

Feng Rong raised his eyebrows.

I probably saw her serious look, so that I didn't say anything sarcastic.

Because of Feng Rong's silence, she reached out and hugged his neck.

"I only like you alone, don't you believe me?"

After speaking, she kissed Feng Rong's thin and cool lips.

A woman who came to her with the soup snapped, and the spoon fell into the pot.

The smile on his face barely survived.