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

The bright light of the afternoon shrouded the two of them in the same halo.

He lowered his eyes against the light, half of his dark eyebrows were clear, half of them were dark, cutting out an astonishing beauty.

The young man raised his jaw slightly, his lips curled up in amusement, so that he could spend his free time admiring the little girl's slightly discolored face.

No one in this world has ever given him kindness.

He didn't believe that Song Zhao had no plans. He had to force her to reveal her real purpose, so he deliberately let her feed him.

The second girl Song is so arrogant, she will look down on such a humble person like him the most, she will definitely become angry from embarrassment.

Song Zhao froze.

The indescribably ubiquitous oppression on the other party, like a dark shadow, enveloped her, forcing her to breathe.

Who dares to feed persimmons to murderous devils?

But if you don't feed him, will he take revenge?

Song Zhao felt that she didn't want to be on Si Yu's death list.

In her previous life, she was reckless and ignorant, and offended too many powerful people, which led to her tragic death.

Song Zhao lightly licked his lips, stood on tiptoe, and calmly handed the persimmon to his lips.

Si Yu frowned slightly, the two of them were getting closer now, and he could clearly sense her changes.

Although the little girl tried her best to show a calm expression, he still caught the dodge from the depths of her eyes.

She is afraid of him.

This is Si Yu's clearest perception.

But why? He never showed his true self in front of people...

While thinking, he opened his mouth expressionlessly, and bit the persimmon he handed over.

The sharp teeth bit the flesh, chewing slowly, the bright red juice slipped down the corners of the lips, all the way into the Adam's apple under the snow-white robe...

Extremely charming.

Song Zhao looked away, and asked awkwardly, "Sweet, sweet?"

Her wrist was pinched by him, and the soft gauze sleeve fell down, revealing a section of slender white arm.

There was a sweet smell on the girl's body, and a gust of breeze came slowly, passing by the tip of her nose.

Very sweet.

He doesn't like sweet smells, but it's okay to smell her body.

Si Yu's throat rolled, his expression became colder, "It's unpalatable."

Song Zhao, "..."

Then why don't you spit it out!

She lowered her brows slightly, trying to hold back her dissatisfaction.

From Si Yu's point of view, this little girl has long and dense eyelashes, cat-like eyes, and aura that is compelling.

The appearance of wanting to be angry but not daring to be angry, extremely obedient and well-behaved.

Si Yu looked at her for a moment, and a bad factor grew in his heart inexplicably.

He suddenly stretched out his other hand and tore off the tassel pendant on her bun.

Song Zhao combed a double flat bun, and when he pulled it so cleverly, his hair instantly became loose.

Song Zhao's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Si Yu in disbelief.

Si Yu looked at her calmly.

The girl's crow-like long hair poured down from her shoulders, making her complexion whiter and more exquisite.

Song Zhao hurriedly held his hair with his hands, and finally his tone was no longer calm, "Si Yu, you have surpassed!"

Women's hair is for future husbands to see.

How could he be so bad, messing with her hair outside!

From the beginning to the present, Song Zhao has been talking to him calmly, now finally showing his true face?

"Then how do you plan to deal with me?" Si Yu curled his lips, his low and cold voice pierced his eardrums like a hook, causing a numb shudder.

Song Zhao: This man is indeed a pervert.

She puffed her cheeks, threw the bitten persimmon back into his hand angrily, turned her head and ran away.

Offend it, offend it, now she has to find a corner to get her hair done.

*

Si Yu didn't move, holding the missing persimmon in one hand and Song Zhao's hairpin in the other, with an indifferent expression.

She left just like that, did he misunderstand?

While thinking this way, the guards of the Duan Mansion patrolled this way, and they saw the persimmons and hairpins in Si Yu's hands at a glance.

"Okay! How dare you steal persimmons here! Don't die!"

The lead guard yelled, and surrounded Si Yu with his men.

The hairpin in Si Yu's hand was a high-quality jewelry, shining golden, blinding the faces of all the guards.

The lead guard looked straight at him, without concealing the greed in his eyes, and yelled at Si Yu, "Hurry up and hand over the hairpin in your hand, and I won't report you for stealing persimmons!"

Si Yu instantly understood.

It turned out that this was Song Zhao's conspiracy.

Deliberately feed him persimmons, see him lower his defenses, and lure these servants to trick him?

The boy lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes cast a grayish shadow on his pale skin.

He has always been very clear that based on his identity, he is only the object of those aristocratic children to play with.

He is used to those endless frame-ups, bullying and ridicule, and his heart is as still as water.

But thinking that Song Zhao also had the intention of trampling on him, he felt a trace of unspeakable anger in his heart.

Si Yu's wrists were tense, his knuckles bulged, and he crushed the persimmon in his hand.

This action fell into the eyes of the head guard, and he felt that Si Yu was resisting on purpose, and immediately reprimanded, "It seems that you are toasting or not eating fine wine, give me all of them, and beat him to beg for mercy!"

Although Si Yu was the prince of the former dynasty, but that was just a false name, the previous dynasty is gone, and he is just a waste without any backing.

*

As soon as Song Zhao fixed his hair, he heard the sound of fighting in the persimmon forest.

Si Yu stood on the spot as straight as a pine and cypress, allowing the guards to punch and kick him without any response.

Song Zhao quickly walked over there, followed a piece of grass, hid there and watched with his chin resting.

Because of the angle, she only saw Si Yu endured the beating, but she couldn't see his hands tightly protecting her hairpin.

Looking at this scene, Song Zhao suddenly thought of the memory that had been forgotten for a long time.

In her previous life, she saved Si Yu's life.

At that time, Si Yu had already made his debut in the ruling and opposition parties, and became a thorn in the eyes of many aristocratic families, and many people secretly plotted against him.

Once, Si Yu was hunted down by her enemies and fled to her yard.

At that time, he was covered in blood and was about to die.

Song Zhao felt sorry for him, and rescued him by accident.

At that time, if she knew that Si Yu would be a bastard who would destroy the world, she would definitely let him fend for himself.

Since ancient times, there has been no balance between good and evil.

If he was destined to destroy the Dasheng Dynasty, why did she leave herself with a future trouble?

Don't say anything about wooing, just through the test just now, she has already determined that Si Yu has completely turned black, and it is not so easy to woo.

Song Zhao still has a lot of things to do next. She waited for a hundred years to be reborn, and she must not die in the hands of a pervert.

Song Zhao drew out the dagger, and the cold light of the knife flashed through her pupils.

Taking advantage of a person's illness is killing someone.

Si Yu hasn't officially grown up yet, so it's easy to kill.

Sister Zhaozhao: I will kill you!

Si Yu: She loves me, she definitely loves me!