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

The moon is shining brightly.

The girl's eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, her skin is dazzling cold white, and her slightly parted lips reveal a faint crimson color, like bright peach blossoms in March.

Song Zhaoyuan stared straight at him, and said softly, "Let's make a deal."

The girl's voice was light and soft, revealing a tenderness and tenderness, which made the hearts of those who listened tickle.

Si Yu looked at her halfway, with a strange expression on his face, "...What deal?"

He is nothing now, what is there for a little girl to trade for?

Could it be that the little girl found something?

Song Zhao asked softly, "Can you ride a horse?"

Si Yu's eyes were dark.

He has kept a low profile since he was a child, and no one knows his strength.

Song Zhao's question inevitably made him wonder if she was probing something?

Before his wings were full, it was impossible for him to confide in anyone.

Thinking of this, what came out of his mouth was, "Shang Ke."

Song Zhao cut to the chase, "Tomorrow there will be a jockey meeting, and I will organize a race, and I will let you join in. During the race, you just need to be ahead of Duan Ziqi, forcing Duan Ziqi to make small moves on your horse. !"

Song Zhao thought, if Duan Ziqi didn't please his sister today, he will definitely do his best to present treasures in front of her tomorrow.

And those who will participate in the horse race are all from aristocratic families, Duan Ziqi dare not attack others, only Si Yu is not a threat in his eyes.

Duan Ziqi can lose to others, but he will never accept losing to Si Yu, who looks like a waste to him. For the sake of face, he will definitely play tricks.

Si Yu was thoughtful.

Song Zhao said, "Don't worry, I will be there to assist. Once Duan Ziqi makes a move, I will stabilize your horse and never hurt a single hair of yours."

She just wanted to take this opportunity to let her sister and father see that Duan Ziqi is a villain.

It will be more convenient for her to implement the final plan later.

Si Yu stared at Song Zhao.

The little girl gasped for breath when she spoke, and the natural sweetness of her skin made him feel very comfortable.

He couldn't help but leaned over, wanting to smell a stronger sweet smell.

Song Zhao was startled by Si Yu's sudden approach and backed away, protecting her two buns with two paws, for fear that he would pull her bun again.

That look of guarding against him was like that of a kitten protecting food.

Si Yu wanted to laugh, and the corners of his lips curled down, "What is your purpose?"

His tone was languid, with a hint of casual playfulness.

"Because I want to destroy my sister's marriage with the Duan family." Song Zhao said frankly, not worried that Si Yu would sue.

After all, Si Yu hated the children of the aristocratic family who had bullied him, and wished that someone would deal with them.

Although Song Zhao can find someone else to do this kind of thing, he still bears the risk of being exposed afterwards.

Only by asking Si Yu for help can we be safe.

"After the matter is completed, I will promise you one condition." Song Zhao will not ask Si Yu to help for nothing, he should be considered poor at the moment, and she can give him a lot of money to make his life easier.

A fair deal depends on whether he agrees or not.

Si Yu didn't speak.

It is said that it is better to destroy ten temples than tear down a marriage.

The little girl is not very old, and her heart is quite cruel.

Just why would she do this?

Could it be that he wanted to steal her sister's marriage?

Duan Ziqi passed the Jinshi examination at a young age, and is the object of admiration of many women...

But Song Zhao hasn't reached Ji, so he hates marrying too much, doesn't he?

Si Yu stayed at Duan's house for a while, and saw Duan Ziqi playing with a young...girl, it was extremely disgusting.

"Are you really going to do this?" Si Yu was frustrated, and secretly complained that the little girl had no eyes.

"Of course."

The little girl clenched her fists with both hands, as if she was bound to win.

Si Yu raised his long eyebrows, his eyebrows were deep, and his expression looked a bit fierce.