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

"Since Miss Xia is so knowledgeable and reasonable, she probably doesn't need to be talked about by others. She also knows that one should have the consciousness of being under the fence." Song Jinfu's cold voice showed a stern look, and he warned Xia Qingyao unhurriedly, "Little sister thinks You can do whatever you want, and it’s not your turn to tell me what to do.”

Without comparison, there is no harm.

Xia Qingyao has all sorts of connotations about Song Zhao since she came here. Is it true that Song Jinfu can't hear it?

On the contrary, Song Zhao remained silent, no longer domineering and domineering like before, but quiet, well-behaved and sensible.

Although Song Zhao didn't want to deal with the idiot's attitude, in Song Jinfu's eyes, it was the image of a little doormat who was wronged to the extreme.

Song Jinfu suddenly felt that his little sister was a fragile and helpless little girl.

Xia Qingyao clenched her fists tightly, and her thin nails almost scratched her palms.

She bit her lip and lowered her eyes aggrievedly, "Yaoyao overstepped."

She glanced away, and suddenly saw the set of peacock silver steps on the table. She was startled at first, and then she was overjoyed.

"What a beautiful pearl hairpin, is this a gift from my third brother?"

Xia Qingyao was used to Song Jinfu's buying gifts for Song Zhao every time because they couldn't be given away, they would eventually be delivered to her.

So this will subconsciously regard the Peacock Silver Step Shake as its own.

As she spoke, she wanted to reach out to touch it, but was slapped hard by the folding fan in Song Jinfu's hand.

Senhan's gloomy voice sounded immediately, "Don't touch my little sister's things."

The back of Xia Qingyao's hand hurt, and she shrank back with tears in her eyes.

Song Zhao raised his eyebrows rather playfully, shaking the jade round fan in his hand, and looked at Song Jinfu with a "You didn't mean this is not for me" expression.

Song Jinfu's ears were red, he didn't look at the younger sister's teasing eyes, and with a sullen face, he gave Xia Qingyao a final blow, "Little sister and I are your masters, I thought you had a poor life before, so I gave you a chance to adapt , from now on you should address us according to the rules."

Xia Qingyao was so humiliated that she couldn't lift her head.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, her eyes were bleeding red, and her little face was pale and pale.

She didn't understand that it was Song Zhao who looked down on Song Jinfu, but she was by Song Jinfu's side to comfort him.

Why is Song Jinfu so aggressive now, just because Song Zhaocai is his own sister?

Or, because Song Zhao is a prostitute, he intentionally pleases her?

From this point of view, Song Jinfu is not a good thing either.

Poor her isolated and helpless, no matter how upset she has to bear it, she said with a pale face, "Second Miss, Tang San Young Master, you chat slowly, Yaoyao retreats first."

Xia Qingyao turned around and left. Before she reached the door, she heard Song Jinfu eagerly asking Song Zhao for advice on farming.

She went back to her own yard, the more she thought about it, the more wronged she became, and finally she thought of something and went to Fuquyuan where Song Jingxian was.

*

Song Jingxian is practicing calligraphy by the window.

The young man was wearing a slim brocade robe, the hem of which was embroidered with curly cloud patterns, and the wide sleeves were folded up twice, exposing a thin forearm, which made it more noble and elegant.

Since three years ago he was poisoned by the cold, and he lost the chance to go to the battlefield. Later, even though he had the God's Grass to kill him, he couldn't completely remove the toxin.

"Brother Shizi, Yaoyao made tea for you, please sit down and rest for a while."

Xia Qingyao appeared in front of Song Jingxian like a small white flower in the wind, with a gentle and carefree appearance.

Song Jingxian's character is actually very cold, but facing his savior, his frosty face showed a gentle expression.

"How many times have I said that I have everything here, so you don't need to worry about it all the time."

Xia Qingyao had the charming attitude of a sister next door, "I'm worried that Elder Brother Shizi is too hardworking and doesn't care about his health, so he has to be supervised every now and then to be at ease."

Song Jingxian's heart warmed up, the two sat opposite each other, he suddenly frowned, "Why are you so haggard?"