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

From the angle of Song Zhao's line of sight, all he could see was the boy's sharp mandibles and the sexy protruding Adam's apple in the frosty white robe.

She tiptoed slightly, looked at him at the same level, and said seriously, "I don't like crabapple flowers."

"Then what flowers do you like?" He asked seemingly casually, the corners of his lips curled up with a bit of playfulness, "Maybe I can give you a few."

Song Zhao didn't know why.

"If you think it's feasible," Si Yu stroked the skirt of his robe, and said noblely and coldly, "...I would also like to let you call me brother."

The little girl was squeamish, she just lost a brother, it must be very hard.

For the sake of her infatuation with him, he doesn't mind making up for her as a brother.

Although he didn't intend to marry her, it would be good to recognize her as his younger sister, just like the little hamster he once raised.

Song Zhao felt that she had a big hallucination.

Mr. Quan Chen said these words, couldn't he be comforting her?

Song Zhao glanced at him and muttered softly, "Eavesdropping on other people's speech is very immoral."

He still remembered that the young pervert was a person with strong moral values.

Si Yu turned sideways, his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, his deep magnetic voice sank a bit,

"other people?"

"..."

The powerful minister is angry!

"...Of course, Mr. Si Xiaolang is not included!" Song Zhao said the words of flattery with a wink, his voice was soft and sweet, "Mr. Si Xiaolang is the best person, and everything he does is right. , is simply a walking moralist!"

Si Yu was expressionless.

The little girl is really becoming more and more unrestrained, but there is no need to be so involuntary.

He raised his hand and loosened his neckline, "It's so late, what are you doing here?"

"Grandmother asked me to deliver supper to Mr. Si Xiaolang!" Song Zhao held up the lunch box as if offering a treasure, and thanked his family with graciousness, "It's all freshly cooked delicious food! It's delicious. My family all But I care about you, let you treat the general's mansion as your own home."

The little girl's face was filled with the intention of asking for credit, thinking that you must be grateful, and spare the Song family in the future!

"You don't need to explain." He looked slightly complicated, sighed helplessly and melancholy, "I understand."

Girls are always shy, they obviously have feelings for him, and they work hard to give him warmth in the rainy night, but they want to talk about family members.

He didn't intend to expose the little girl's hard conscience.

"?" Song Zhao slowly put out a question mark.

What does he know, why doesn't she know?

She wanted to hand over the lunch box to him and leave, but Si Yu suddenly turned around and left.

Song Zhao just followed him into the house like a little tail.

The wing room was luxurious and spacious, obviously it was carefully arranged for Si Yu.

Song Zhao put the lunch box on the table, turned around and saw the young man undressing her.

"Why are you taking off your clothes!" Song Zhao's pupils narrowed slightly, and he looked around hurriedly, scratching the ground with his toes in embarrassment, and reminded weakly, "I'm still in the room."

Si Yu took off his outer robe repeatedly, and only wore a white pajamas.

He strolled over, lowered his eyelashes, stared straight at her, and suddenly smiled, "What are you pretending to be?"

Song Zhao, "?"

Si Yu's eyes were dark, because he lowered his head, his fair neck formed a very eye-catching line.

The neckline is slightly open, the candlelight is reflected, and the collarbone is exquisite and beautiful.

He casually stretched out a finger and poked her fleshy dimple.

With a light snort, he said slowly, "Isn't this what you want?"

If he didn't think that the little girl gave him food with good intentions, why would he sell her appearance to repay her favor?

Because of his actions, the distance between the two suddenly narrowed.

The young man's gorgeous face was more and more clearly reflected in Song Zhao's eyes.

Really, it's very attractive.

"Don't poke my face anymore." Song Zhao raised his chin and whispered, although he would be held accountable for offending the powerful minister, but he couldn't bear the grievance.

"You bully me so much, and I, too, have a temper."

Si Yu smiled.

Does this count as bullying her?

She probably doesn't know what real bullying is.

The young man put on his jacket and sat back at the table with a blank expression.

Resting his chin with one hand, he said coldly, "Come here and serve me vegetables."

"……Oh."

Song Zhao, who was planning to leave, met the boy's bottomless black eyes, and sincerely stepped forward to give him some vegetables.

Always keep in mind that this is the future power minister who will destroy the world, and he must not be messed with!

The dishes were laid out one by one, there were eight dishes in total, and there was also a cup of old duck soup.

Song Zhao had never served dishes before, and Song Zhao was not very proficient. When he was taking the soup, he was scalded by the sloshed soup. He hissed lightly and poured it on Si Yu.

Si Yu, "..."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Facing the dark eyes of the young man, Song Zhao felt guilty and scared.

awful! She won't be on the death list of the powerful minister!

"Okay, there are some things you understand in your heart, just have fun secretly."

Si Yu stared at her, didn't she just serve him a dish,

"You don't have to be so excited."