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

When Si Yu saw little Ah Yan's temples, he couldn't help but jumped up and down twice.

"Why are you so haunted?"

The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty praised the crown prince's intelligence, which was the blessing of the Dasheng Dynasty.

But only Si Yu knew how much he rejected the precocity of this cheap son deep in his heart.

Brat is just black bean paste with a soft white skin.

Since the full moon, she has been pestering Song Zhao all the time, destroying his married life with Song Zhao.

In the past, thinking about the child's young age, Si Yu tolerated it.

But then the kids grew up and went too far.

It is agreed to sleep by itself after one year old.

But this brat is always crying in the middle of the night, saying that he has a nightmare and wants to be hugged by his mother.

In the past two full years, the number of times he spent the night with Song Zhao can be counted on the fingers.

Si Yu regretted giving birth to this cheap son all the time.

"If you go back to the father, the minister will accompany A Niang to have lunch with the father."

Little Ayan put her arms around Song Zhao's neck, and the cute little milk voice spoke official words, which strongly contradicted the cuteness.

After finishing speaking, he looked at Song Zhao again, and gave Song Zhao a cute smile, with dimples on his cheeks.

Little Ah Yan's attitude towards his parents is completely different.

Song Zhao was struck by his son's smile again, and couldn't help kissing Ah Yan's face hard.

What a scene of a loving mother and a filial son.

Si Yu's heart suddenly burst into flames, and he snapped, "It's because the nurturing mother didn't teach you the etiquette and rules of being a crown prince? How old are you, why are you still relying on your mother like a full moon?!"

"Father, father, please calm down."

Little Ah Yan seemed to be frightened, his small body trembled violently, he curled up in Song Zhao's arms, his little face was tense, and his curled eyelashes trembled slightly.

"A Yan didn't do it on purpose."

The little boy raised his white and tender face, and his crystal grape-like eyes were stained with moisture.

While admitting his mistake, he hugged Song Zhao even tighter.

"Aniang, don't be angry with your son-in-law."

The little boy sniffed aggrievedly, his eyes were red, like a discarded bunny, looking at Song Zhao's old mother's heartache.

"Don't cry, Ah Yan, A Niang is not angry." Song Zhao rubbed his son's face, and stared back at Si Yu protectively.

"What are you doing here? Yan'er is only two years old, what rules does he know?"

Si Yu frowned slightly, "Azhao, don't be fooled by this brat, he's full of bad things and knows a lot."

Song Zhao became more angry, "Yan'er is your son, your own. Did you say that about your own son?"

Si Yu was too wronged.

He was about to argue.

The little Ah Yan held Song Zhao's cheeks, obediently leaned over to kiss them, and said sweetly, "My mother is not angry, and I will not blame my father. As long as my mother is happy, I like it the most. Auntie!"

Song Zhao was sweetened in an instant, and snorted coldly at Si Yu, "How big is a man, I'm not as sensible as a child. Eat today's lunch by yourself, goodbye."

After speaking, Song Zhao hugged his son and left.

Little Ah Yan lay her head on Song Zhao's shoulder, tilting her head slightly, just in time to meet her father's face as black as a pan.

Then, little Ah Yan made a grimace towards Si Yu, with a malicious stream of light flowing in her nimble eyes, like a little villain who has succeeded, with extremely cunning eyes, and opened and closed his mouth to say a few words.

After reading the lip shape, Si Yu found that it was.

"Slightly slightly~"

Hold.

This brat!

*

night.

Si Yu hugged Song Zhao for a long time to make him happy.

The couple are about to have sex with each other naturally.

The familiar crying sound reached the ears of the two of them again.

After a while, the palace people invited Song Zhao outside the door as usual, and the crown prince had another nightmare.

Before Song Zhao could move, Si Yu pressed her tightly under him, almost gnashing his teeth, "You brat went too far today... It used to be nightmares at the third watch, but now it's only at the first watch, most likely because I'm holding grudges and I yell at you during the day He is gone, you are not allowed to coax him tonight."

Song Zhao spread his hands and said, "If you don't go, you can't do it. The stinky boy you are talking about has inherited your good genes, and he will never give up until he reaches his goal. If I don't go, he can cry until tomorrow. The child is young, and his vocal cords are broken. You just wait to regret it for the rest of your life."

When it reaches a million words, it will be completely over.

If I have nothing to do tomorrow, I will end all episodes tomorrow.