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

Qi Jun turned around and looked at Song Yao who was sitting on the ground, the fierce aura around him dissipated, leaving only a nervous and dumbfounded,

"Miss Song, you are late for the humble job, you are injured."

Song Yao stood up from the ground without saying a word, her delicate body trembling, so frightened that Qi Jun reflexively went to help her.

I stretched it halfway, but felt uncomfortable, so I wanted to take it back.

Song Yao quickly grabbed his hand and used his strength to stand up straight.

Qi Jun's eyebrows twitched, and a blush appeared on his cheeks, "The lowly position offends."

In fact, I am so excited that I can't wait to spiral up to heaven.

I touched my hand.

Song Yao asked delicately through the hat, "General Qi, is what you just said true?"

Qi Jun reacted abruptly, he was in a hurry just now, and he actually spoke out what was in his heart for many years.

For a moment, the heart beat violently, the blood all over the body rushed to the top of the head, and the face was scalding hot behind the ears.

What should I do, will my sweetheart feel that he is superficial?

He opened his mouth to deny it, but inexplicably thinking of what Miss Song Er said, he suddenly gritted his teeth, and opened his mouth with great ambition, "Miss Song, I have admired you for a long time, and I want to marry you."

But under the hat, Song Yao's face turned red.

He went on to say, "I know that my status is low and I am not worthy of Miss Song. I can see that Miss Song is being bullied, and that frail scholar abandons you. I am so angry! Although I can't give you poetic charm, I can protect you. Don't let you be wronged."

Song Yao was sweet at first, but when he heard this, his face turned cold, "I don't need your sympathy even if I can't get married."

Qi Jun eagerly explained, "Miss Song was wronged! A word from a humble official to you is the desire of a humble official, how can I sympathize with Miss Song!"

Song Yao snorted coldly, "You just said that you hope I can find a good husband!"

Qi Jun, "..."

Finally, I realized what it was like to lift a rock and shoot yourself in the foot.

"Miss Song, she has a humble job and has never studied! She also came from a poor family, knowing that she is no match for the talented scholars in the garden, so she dare not confide in her heart.

But humble staff is sincere to you, humble staff can't say nice things, but they know a truth.

When I close my eyes, I hope it is you, and when I open my eyes, I hope it is you, so I say, I am happy with you. "

Song Yao's cheeks were flushed, and he bit his rosy lips, his eyes sparkled, "Then how do you prove it?"

Qi Jun hesitated for a few seconds, then took out a crumpled picture scroll from his arms.

"What is this?" Song Yao took off his hat, saw the messy ink brush on the painting, and vaguely recognized it as a flower.

Qi Jun was so close to the Master for the first time, almost fascinated by her delicate face, couldn't help taking a step closer, and said in a low voice, "The orchids painted by the humble class."

Just when the geniuses were painting.

He also secretly painted.

However, "I am stupid in a lowly position, I can't write, I can't paint, and I have tried my best to paint like this."

Song Yao is holding the picture scroll, the tips of his ears are reddish.

"Miss Song, you have always been an unattainable star in the sky, and I have been waiting for you."

Qi Jun's breathing was tense, and his deep voice was like a lover's ear and temple rubbing together,

"Xing Xing, are you willing to fall into the hands of the humble staff?"

Song Yao turned his face away, "You draw so ugly, how can you make me agree?"

Qi Jun shyly said, "Although the orchids in the garden are beautiful, in the eyes of the humble, Miss Song is better than thousands of colorful flowers. In the eyes of the humble, only Miss Song, how can I draw good orchids?"

"Slick tongue."

Xu Shi Song Yao's tone of hesitation gave Qi Jun infinite courage.

He suddenly stretched out his hand, hugged Song Yao, and begged in a low voice, "Song Da... Yaoyao, sister Yao, don't torture Baizhi anymore, give him a promise, you are willing to marry him, as long as you want , this humble job is yours."

Song Yao didn't hide, and said coquettishly, "I only want your people, what do I want your life for?"

Qi Jun was overjoyed and hadn't spoken yet——

"Bold Qi Jun, how dare you moleste this general's daughter!"