Chapter 242: Mother Xia’s Death 3

Song Zhao was inexplicably taken aback.

The palm touched the warm and flexible muscles of the powerful minister.

It was as if an electric current had flowed along the skin all the way to the apex of the heart.

She was in a daze for a moment, and said from the bottom of her heart, "Yes, it's quite fierce."

Si Yu's eyes became more and more strange.

His little Azhao likes to go out to eat wild food?

Song Zhao reacted quickly.

Realizing that I said something impolite, heat climbed up from the soles of my feet.

Even the tips of the ears were slightly pink, and they became more and more rosy, so cute as hell.

She withdrew her hand violently, rubbed it vigorously, and protested with a choked voice, "You, stop talking nonsense, I don't like macho men, I'm a serious girl!"

Si Yu smiled, "Which decent girl is playing with six hunk men?"

After a pause, he turned her body contemptuously, hating and loving at the same time, "You're really not afraid of being tortured to death, are you?"

Song Zhao is going crazy.

Want to explain, but don't know where to start.

He could only retort anxiously, "Those hunks are not called by me, and have nothing to do with me."

Si Yu was dubious.

Song Zhao bit his lip.

For some reason, he was questioned by the powerful minister on this matter.

There was an indescribable emotion welling up.

It's very inexplicable.

The edges of her eyes turned red with anger, like red plums growing in the white snow, she raised her leg and gave him a kick before running.

But before she could run a few steps, Si Yu, who was chasing after her, blocked her way.

He was about to reprimand her, but when he came into contact with the little girl's cat eyes that were red because of excessive grievance and anger, he couldn't say anything.

Who can stop it?

Si Yu lost his temper at all.

After looking at each other for a few seconds, he bent his fingers and tapped the girl's forehead, "You go out and mess around, I helped you clean up the mess, why are you still beating her?"

Song Zhao's eyes widened, and he said shamefully, "I said it was an oolong. No matter who told you not to believe me, others can misunderstand me, but you must not misunderstand me."

Si Yu asked back, "Why can't I misunderstand you?"

"Because..." Song Zhao paused, unable to explain the reason, she turned her head with a cold face, "It's just not possible."

"Okay." Si Yu chuckled lightly, with a playful tone, "It's quite domineering."

Song Zhao lowered his head, looking depressed.

Si Yu half-closed his eyes.

After staring at her little furry head for a while, she sighed insignificantly.

He bent down, looked at her, and said in a low voice, "Brother shouldn't have misunderstood you. It's my fault. My brother apologized to you, okay?"

Song Zhao stared at him.

Inexplicably, I feel that the powerful minister is so gentle.

He was so gentle to her that she suddenly couldn't help being hypocritical.

Putting his hands back, he snorted arrogantly.

thereafter.

"Don't be unhappy."

Si Yu coaxed softly.

"It's okay if you apologize?"

Seemingly finding it difficult, he thought about it lightly.

soon.

He held Song Zhao's hand and suddenly squatted down, half-knocking one knee on the ground.

Song Zhao took the opportunity to look at him from above.

Feeling the callused fingertips of Lord Quan Chen gently rubbing on her wrist

The young man raised his head and looked up at her. His dark peach blossom eyes, with shallow hooks hidden in seduction, could easily shake the opponent's heart.

"Brother is willing to surrender at your feet."

He has an extremely serious tone, and his voice is as lazy and magnetic as ever, revealing a deep deep connivance, "Is it okay to be Ah Zhao's best minister?"

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