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

Almost instinctively, Song Zhao stepped back two steps like a frightened bird.

Noticing Song Zhao's abnormal behavior, Si Yu raised his peach-blossom eyes casually, put the tip of his tongue against his back molars, and let out a low, almost inaudible snort.

Song Zhao wanted to run, but was watched by the eyes of death. Her legs were weak, and she couldn't move her feet at all. She subconsciously held her breath and asked as calmly as possible, "Si Yu, may I treat you to a persimmon?"

Song Zhao is a person who has died once, and he cherishes his life more than ordinary people.

Facing the murderous devil in front of him without blinking an eye, of course he would not offend if he could!

Si Yu narrowed her eyes, and indifferently withdrew the death eyes that fell on her.

Song Zhaoqing breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that a red persimmon had fallen from the stone table, she ran over to pick it up, and held it up to Si Yuna as if offering a treasure, "Here, this is my favorite to eat." persimmon."

The little girl's voice was soft and sweet, like glutinous rice cakes wrapped in icing sugar, without any lethality.

Si Yu looked at her with a strange expression for a moment, and the little man's heartbeat accelerated, the tip of his tongue pressed against his cheek, and his voice was low and hoarse, "Song Zhao, what are you thinking?"

The second girl of the Song family is proud and arrogant, and she often sees him dismissively and doesn't even bother to look at him.

Now that he condescends to bring him persimmons, in Si Yu's view, there must be a demon if things go wrong.

Si Yu's jaw line tightened, and his brows were full of vigilance, exuding an aura of repelling others thousands of miles away.

His eyes were nine points cold, and the rest were one point ruthless.

For some reason, Song Zhao couldn't resist his gaze as if he could see the soul of a person, as if everything was under his control.

Song Zhao's heart seeped so badly that she was like a cat pinched by the back of her neck. She tried to keep calm, lowered her head and said in a low voice, "I think this is a persimmon you worked so hard to pick, so you have to taste it." ..."

Si Yu glanced at her with the end of his eyes.

The little girl stood in the sun, wearing a beige skirt and a red cloak that reached her ankles.

The beautiful halo cast on her body made her look like a round of bright sun.

A pair of big eyes are trembling, very obedient.

But Si Yu knew that this was Song Zhao's disguise.

He has seen Song Zhao's domineering appearance, it is impossible for a person to have two faces in front of others.

She deliberately showed affection to him, she must want to coax him into being fooled, and then humiliate him severely after seeing him make a fool of himself.

The boy lowered his head.

Thick eyelashes hang down the eye sockets, casting a shadow, making the facial features even more profound.

The eyes under his eyebrows were full of hostility, "Song Zhao, if you want to do something to me, just do it directly, you don't need to beat around the bush."

Song Zhao, "." What kind of stupid statement is this?

What did she really want to do to him? When he turned around and betrayed the country, she would be the first to be offended!

In this life, Song Zhao wanted to live a long life, but he didn't want to provoke this pervert.

If you want to do it, you also do it secretly!

She took a deep breath, her big black eyes shining brightly in the sunlight, "I just want to invite you to eat persimmons, if you don't like persimmons, don't eat them..."

As he spoke, Song Zhao shyly retracted his hand, but before he could move, he suddenly raised his hand, and pinched her wrist with his bony fingers.

His hands were so cold, and there were thick calluses on his fingertips, rubbing against the girl's pink and smooth skin, it hurt a little.

Song Zhao frowned and broke free, but did not move.

Si Yu rubbed it calmly, his eyes became gloomy, he looked straight into Song Zhao's clear eyes, his throat slipped, and his voice was slightly hoarse, "Hey me."

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