479 Song Zhao Wants to Marry Him 6

For a moment, everyone's eyes fell on Song Zhao.

The girl has a sullen and delicate face, and her tone is teaching people how to do things.

Their commander-in-chief was decisive, and he was the only one who ordered others. If others dared to go beyond the slightest, they would be asking for trouble.

Although Song Zhao is different from them, he can break the master's various bottom lines again and again.

But the master will not tolerate anyone pointing fingers at him when he is concentrating on his work. Usually, if anyone goes wrong and makes a sesame-sized mistake, he will be peeled off a layer of skin.

This Princess Zhaoyang dared to break the taboo like this because she was favored.

If the governor lost his temper uncontrollably, who would they help?

On the one hand, they are the masters who put them through life and death, and on the other hand, they are the benefactors who saved their lives.

The guards were extremely entangled and had to desperately hint at Song Zhao.

Di Zi pressed the corners of her lips, and a faint sarcasm was revealed in her eyes, "Song... Princess Zhaoyang don't overstep, the master doesn't have time to drink milk with you."

The next moment.

Si Yu raised his chin, bit the spout into his thin lips, and drank obediently.

The Adam's apple slides up and down, and the lines outlined are smooth and beautiful.

At the end, he paused, staring at the half pot of milk left, and asked bitterly, "Can I only drink half of it?"

"Can't!"

Song Zhao frowned even tighter, stretched out his hand to push the milk tea away from him, and forcefully stuffed it into his mouth again, "Your lips are chapped, you must drink it up!"

Si Yu stared at the girl's domineering demeanor, touched her cheek with the tip of her tongue, and continued to drink.

Di Zi, "..."

Master, you don't want face, at least save some face for me.

Everyone, "..."

They figured it out.

The master has no bottom line in front of Princess Zhaoyang!

"Go and ask the kitchen to deliver some stomach-warming meals to the governor." Song Zhao watched Si Yu finish his drink, and then gave instructions to the nearest Di Que.

Di Zi's face was ugly, and he stood still, "Master Zhaoyang, the master still has important matters to discuss with us, and there is no rush to eat."

"People are iron, food is steel, nothing is as important as food." Song Zhao said indifferently, "As the personal secret guard of the governor, you should take the governor's body as the most important thing. If the governor doesn't eat on time, there will be you Responsibility."

Di Que almost laughed angrily, feeling that Song Zhao was in charge of the world, and now he was still yelling at him, a heavyweight secret guard, and he was very disgusted in his heart.

But he still maintained his respect on the face, and said patiently, "The princess of Zhaoyang is a woman, naturally she can't understand the man's grand plan and great cause, and those who achieve great things will definitely work their muscles and bones and starve their bodies.

The Metropolitan Governor has done his duty, and his subordinates have also advanced and retreated with the Metropolitan Governor, and they have not entered the rice water yet. "

Di Zi just wanted to express that not only Si Yu, but also the entire army focused on military affairs like Si Yu, in order to set off Song Zhao's narrow vision.

Song Zhao didn't bother to understand it at all, so he asked unhurriedly, "Do you think you can compare with the governor?"

Di Zi, "..."

Yun Xiu warmly said, "Princess Zhaoyang calm down, we are all for the good of the governor, if you really want the governor to accompany you for dinner, you can wait for an hour."

What he said seemed like Song Zhao was making trouble out of no reason, picking Si Yu's busy time to do some meaningless little things.

Di Que became even more dissatisfied in an instant. Before he could react, Si Yu finished drinking the milk tea and stared at him lightly, "Broadcast."

The master is like this again, every time he meets Song Zhao, he has no principles.

This woman is simply a catastrophe for the master.