The Group Pet Sister Became the Petite Bag of the Powerful Minister

Song Zhaosu brushed aside the grass with his hands, and his round cat eyes stared like Tongling, shooting lightning-like shrewdness.

His eyes were aimed at the back of Si Yu's head, and he exerted a little force on his wrist, trying to take advantage of the chaos and stab the dagger there for a surprise and fatal blow.

Unfortunately, she just stared at the direction, and didn't notice that there was a stray cat sleeping beside her, and her foot accidentally stepped on the cat's tail.

The wild cat "shuddered" and let out a horrifying "meow!" sound!

Like a thunderbolt on the ground.

The wild cat leaped into the air, your green eyes stared at the fighting camp not far away, and frantically headed towards them.

The guards trembled from the sharp meowing, before they could react, the wild cat rushed among them, and took the lead in scratching the head guard's face fiercely.

"Ah!" The lead guard screamed, with a bloody claw mark on his face.

The scorching pain made him jump up covering his face, but the wild cat jumped up and down even more frantically, and even the other guards couldn't escape the claws!

"Ahhh!"

The screams sounded one after another, and the guards didn't have the mood to clean up Si Yu, and fled from here.

Song Zhao, "..."

Good guy, I'm fucking straight, good guy!

The girl watched this dramatic scene dumbfounded.

Si Yu was still standing there upright, the sudden strong wind whipped up the fallen leaves, and his black clothes fluttered, outlining a rampant arc.

The young man looked over with deep eyes, peach blossom eyes were dark and deep, and fell on the dagger that Song Zhao raised high towards him.

The assassination failed.

Song Zhao put down his hand like lightning, and walked out with a surprised expression like a cover-up, "Si Yu, are you okay?"

An unknown emotion flashed across Si Yu's face, and his lips were tightened, "You made the wild cat."

Song Zhao nodded with a complicated expression, "...well."

On the surface, the clouds are calm and the wind is light, but in fact, the bitter wine enters the throat and hurts the heart.

What a good assassination opportunity, just gone.

Si Yu's mood was even more complicated. He originally thought that Song Zhao was trying to trick him maliciously, but he didn't expect that she was really helping him.

It can be seen that Song Zhao really has no intention of harming him.

Seeing that she is holding a dagger in her hand, she must want to help him get those servants, right?

This little girl was a small ball, with a soft and tender appearance that was easy to bully, she dared to use a knife for him.

Si Yu turned his head slightly, and the sunlight fell from the side, projecting on his deeply shaved facial features, as if illuminating a pool of stars.

That face, which has always been sullen, revealed a bit of elegance at this moment, "Why help me?"

He knew very well that no one in this world would treat him well for no reason.

He has nothing, what is there for the second girl of the Song family to help?

Could it be that she likes him?

This thought flashed by, and an indescribable feeling suddenly surged in Si Yu's heart.

Song Zhao couldn't calm down at this time, avoiding Si Yu's eyes, and replied very bitterly, "Because, because I think you are a good person."

Si Yu's heart trembled when he met the little girl's spotless and gentle eyes.

Ignoring the inexplicable strange emotion in his heart, his brows and eyes are full of embarrassment.

He knew that with his current status, how could Song Zhao, who had eyes above the top, be liked by him.

It was nothing more than a whim to help him out of sympathy.

The young man licked the tip of his teeth, his thin lips seemed to be soaked in blood, "Then you may be disappointed."

He is not a nice guy.

Song Zhao stretched out his hand at him, "Give me back the hairpin."

Si Yu looked at her, "I'm in pain, come closer."

Song Zhao stepped forward obediently.

Si Yu put the hairpin in her hand, then quickly reached out to her wrist, and pinched her porcelain-white cheek fiercely.

"Let go, presumptuous!"

Song Zhao breathed in pain, his cat eyes were full of shock.

This person is still a poor little girl, so he dares to pinch her?

"Little girl, are you angry?" Si Yu pulled his lips leisurely, the hostility in his eyes had dissipated quite a bit, but his expression was still that of a big boss not to be trifled with.

While speaking, he poked Song Zhao's other side of the face with his finger.

The soft cheeks poked a dimple.

A low smile overflowed from the boy's throat, making him look more careless and aggressive,

"Or else, poke it back for you?"

Song Zhao rubbed his face, and looked away angrily.

She does have the heart, but not the guts!

She didn't want to talk to the little pervert anymore, so she turned around angrily and left.