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

Song Zhao's neck was inexplicably cold, and he took a few steps back slightly.

Si Yu remained silent.

Song Zhao waited silently for a long time, only to see the young man with his eyebrows lowered halfway.

Long eyelashes cast a blue-gray line under his pale lids.

The bridge of the nose is straight, and because of the movement of lowering the eyes, it outlines a cold and hard line.

The lips are very thin, and she doesn't speak when she presses them tightly.

Song Zhao studied his expression and felt that he seemed not very happy?

She was a little confused, and asked tentatively, "Is it not possible?"

The little girl showed a puzzled expression, like an ignorant deer lost in the forest.

The cat blinked and blinked, very... cute.

But when she thought that she actually admired another man in her heart, and for that man, she did not hesitate to do things to destroy her sister's marriage.

How deep is this love?

Si Yu pressed the tip of his tongue against his cheeks in displeasure, narrowed his eyes slightly, and tightened his jaw line, "It's too immoral, you can't."

Song Zhao, "?" You seem to be making me laugh?

Did she hear correctly, the little pervert actually said that she was immoral?

This devil who will destroy the world in the future, a guy who has no humanity, actually calls her immoral?

Song Zhao almost laughed out loud.

She didn't force her, she just waved her hands and said, "It's okay if you don't want to, I'll go find someone else."

Si Yu's face turned green instantly.

He said it was immoral. Not only did the little girl not reflect, but she was determined to destroy it?

Is that joke period worthy of her being so deliberate?

"Stop!" Seeing that Song Zhao was about to leave, Si Yu's cheeks hurt from gritting his teeth, and every word was squeezed out between his teeth.

Song Zhao looked at him, "Do you have anything else to do?"

The long and narrow corners of the young man's eyes drooped slightly, exuding a strong chill.

He said, "Duan Ziqi is not a good thing, you have to think about the consequences of what you do, are you sure?"

This marriage is a trap, once the little girl jumps in, there will be no good fruit to eat.

"Of course!" Song Zhao wanted to sabotage Duan Ziqi because he was not a good thing.

It's just that she can't tell Si Yu directly about this kind of thing, otherwise the fact of her rebirth will be exposed.

Si Yu narrowed his eyes dangerously, feeling an unbearable depression in his heart.

He didn't want to help Song Zhao ruin the marriage, and he didn't want Song Zhao to marry Duan Ziqi, a scumbag.

But he didn't want her to find someone else to do it either.

Song Zhao felt that Si Yu was faintly probing wildly on the edge of irritability. She didn't understand why Si Yu suddenly had a fit, but it was for the safety of her life.

She said timidly, "The deal can't be done, so don't get angry, I'm just a weak woman with no strength..."

The little girl played with her fingers, her eyes were wet and fragile.

Si Yu couldn't stand her looking at him like this.

Just, I really want to hold the little girl along her hair~

He tried his best to control this kind of animal thoughts that shouldn't be there, his deep eyebrows moved slightly, and he said a bit arrogantly and unreasonably, "Why don't you smile at me?!"

Song Zhao, why did the topic of "······" jump so much?

Si Yu was still thinking about the first time they met, she showed affection to him and smiled so cutely.

But because he suspected that she was restless and kind, he bullied her.

Is it because of this that she never smiled at him again?

Si Yu was inexplicably concerned.

Song Zhao felt baffled, but after thinking about it, she asked hopelessly, "If I smile at you, will you agree?"

Si Yu glanced at her with the end of his eyes, and touched the little girl's watery eyes, which were cleaner than the surface of the lake, reflecting his appearance, sincere and pious.

He stretched out his hand and played the red gold bell on Song Zhao's temple,

"you try."

The jingling sound is very nice.

Song Zhao paused, and then, obediently, he outlined a smile.

Her eyebrows were curved, and there were dimples on her cheeks.

The depression in Si Yu's heart disappeared inexplicably.

The boy's Adam's apple moved, and his voice squeezed through his teeth, "I promise."