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

Song Jingxian really thought about it seriously, no matter how much Song Zhao's actions three years ago disappointed him, he was so disappointed that he wanted to sever ties with her.

But she is always his sister by blood, no matter how chilling he is, when Song Zhao gets married in the future, he can't really ignore her.

Now that Song Zhao has taken actions to make up for him, even if he is three years late and he doesn't need it anymore, he still has deep resentment in his heart.

But who made him her eldest brother? He was willing to try to tolerate her.

His sister was raised crookedly, and he was also responsible.

He should lower his demands on her, and only ask Song Zhao to live in peace in the future.

After all, if he continues to be angry with his sister, it will make outsiders laugh at him.

Those unspeakable resentments will be firmly buried in his heart.

Song Zhao didn't say anything.

Song Jingxian stood at the bottom of the steps, the rain soaked his brows and eyes, his pupils were very dark black, like the flowers of high mountains growing in the steep cliffs.

Proud and indifferent.

But in Song Jingxian's eyes, Song Zhao was as calm as ever.

This kind of calm seems to be a lake that has been silent for a hundred years, which is shocking.

"You, don't you want to tell me?" Song Jingxian frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.

He had already softened, saying that he didn't care about his generosity, why didn't Song Zhao react at all?

Song Zhao looked down at him, and replied very concisely, "Oh."

Song Jingxian was dissatisfied with her perfunctory.

In the past, when my sister made him angry, as long as he gave in, my sister would pull on his cuffs and act like a baby, saying a lot of flattering words.

It seems that this time he ignored her for too long, and Song Zhao was also angry.

But he won't get used to her anymore, lest he get used to her original shape.

"You should rest early." Song Jingxian said no more, turned around and left.

After walking a few steps, he turned back again.

He took out a delicate and charming crabapple flower from his cuff, put it in Song Zhao's palm, and left without saying anything.

This is Song Zhao's favorite flower.

Xiao Zhaozhao, who was only a few years old at that time, played tricks on cats and dogs all day long, causing troubles, which often made Song Jingen enraged and loved.

Xiao Zhaozhao was beaten up several times by his elder brother's false appearances, and he proposed a tacit interaction that only the two of them knew.

If one day she makes Song Jingxian angry, and Song Jingxian sends her favorite crabapple flowers, the brother and sister will reconcile.

Song Zhao stared at the crabapple flower in his palm.

This was the reconciliation she had waited until she died in her previous life, but now there is no disturbance.

Perhaps she has long understood that she and her elder brother will never go back to the past.

Song Zhaojing remained silent for a few seconds, then simply threw the flower outside the corridor.

When he turned around, he didn't notice that there was a person standing behind him, and he slammed into the boy's tough chest.

bang.

"..."

Song Zhao covered his forehead, raised his eyes and bumped into Si Yu's dark peach eyes.

The four eyes are facing each other.

Si Yu lowered his eyes slightly, doubled by the lights in the corridor, his outline became more three-dimensional and clear, with a straight nose, he asked lazily, "How do you walk?"

"..."

He narrowed his brows and eyes, deliberately lowered his voice, "It's all right, you hit my heart?"

I've never seen such a backlash.

Song Zhao silently took two steps back, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead that was hurt by the bump.

He wanted to get angry but didn't dare to, so he asked in a muffled voice, "Mr. Si Xiaolang, why are you standing behind me?"

The little girl's black and white cat eyes were wide open, probably because she was too delicate, but with just a light bump, her fair forehead turned red.

She rubbed it a few times, and the blush spread to the corners of her eyes, looking... like a poor little girl.

Si Yu stared at the mist at the end of her eyes for a few seconds, then glanced at the crabapple petals outside the corridor that were hit by the rain.

With a smile in his voice, he asked her slowly, "You don't want your brother anymore?"