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

The father is the son of heaven.

He is the sky of Dasheng Dynasty.

Everyone is afraid of the father.

Never thought that the fierce father would admit his mistake to him.

Little Ah Yan suddenly felt that his father was getting closer to him, and he looked at Si Yu with watery eyes, feeling a little embarrassed.

"I accept your apology, so you accept my apology?"

Si Yu reached out to pick up the child, looked directly at him and asked.

Little Ah Yan's voice was low, as if meeting his father for the first time, with a bit of shyness, "I also accepted it."

The father and son looked at each other, and the knot in each other's hearts disappeared.

A simple apology brought the precarious father-son relationship closer.

It also made little Ah Yan realize that his father didn't hate him.

For the first time, he proposed the idea of ​​sleeping with his father.

Si Yu's dislike for his son was only in words, he cared about little Ah Yan in his heart, but most of the time he couldn't be as gentle and considerate to the child as Song Zhao, which invisibly distanced the relationship with his son.

Now that his son took the initiative to get close, he was still very happy in his heart.

That night, little Ayan took Song Zhaosiyu, and the family of three had a happy reunion sleep.

After sleeping until midnight, Song Zhao suddenly became thirsty, and when he got up to drink water, he found that Si Yu had disappeared.

She covered her son with a quilt and went out strangely.

After asking the night guards all the way, they came to Changning Hall.

The door of the palace was wide open, and the inside was dark and gloomy, with only a little light from the moonlight, and the lonely figure of the man under the window could barely be seen.

Song Zhao was stunned.

Changning Hall was built with great fanfare when she was pregnant and Si Yu thought she was pregnant with a little princess.

After little Ah Yan was born, Si Yu declared that there would be no rebirth, so he ordered to block the Changning Hall.

Calculating the time carefully, today happened to be the date of her first pregnancy.

So... For three years, this man has never stopped thinking about the daughter who didn't exist.

Song Zhao watched silently for a while, and went back quietly without going in to disturb him.

When she arrived at the dormitory, she asked the nanny to take little Ah Yan away, and then dismissed the palace guards who were watching the night.

When Si Yu returned to the room, he saw that the little Ah Yan on the bed had disappeared, leaving only Song Zhao sitting on the bed alone combing his hair.

He raised his eyebrows and asked suspiciously, "Where is Ah Yan?"

When Song Zhao sat down, his body softened and fell into his arms.

The plain hand gently tugged at the man's neckline, then pulled it down hard.

Si Yu still hasn't reacted.

Warm lips followed closely, his back was tensed, the unique tacit understanding between husband and wife in the past few years, he wrapped his arms around Song Zhao's waist, and lowered his head.

The sound of breathing is mixed, and the temperature is rising steadily.

Si Yu turned over with his arms around Song Zhao.

In the heavy waves, his eyes were red, and he wanted to retreat subconsciously.

Song Zhao raised his head and kissed the flesh on the side of his neck with bulging veins, and touched the roots of his hair with both hands.

She asked him, "Do you want a daughter?"

Si Yu was bitten tightly, and gasped heavily with unsteady breathing, half-closed his eyes, and suppressed his voice deeply, "Let go."

"answer me,"

"But you..."

"Want to?"

Song Zhao secretly played tricks.

The two have been in contact for so long, she already knows all his lifelines, and can accurately drive him to a dead end.

Sweat dripped from his forehead and the tip of his nose. They were in dire straits, but it was hard to let go.

"think."

"If you think about it, there will be."

...

*

A month later, Song Zhao felt her pulse, and she became pregnant as she wished.