Chapter 565 Song Zhao Is Going to Give up on Him 2

Gu Xinlian choked.

No matter how much she likes Si Yu, she is too embarrassed to say it directly, Princess Zhaoyang is too shameless.

But he was not reconciled to being inferior to Song Zhao in front of so many people, so he straightened his back and said confidently, "But the Gu family has posted with Lord Hou..."

Song Zhao asked back, "Master Hou accepts your purse?"

Gu Xinlian thought to herself that you really reminded me.

Thinking that the lantern riddle that should be guessed has already been guessed.

It seems that it is time to give the purse.

Gu Xinlian was stared at indifferently by Song Zhao, her head became hot, she took out the beautifully embroidered purse from her sleeve pocket, and summoned up the courage to hand it to Si Yu.

"Master Hou, please accept it."

Si Yu frowned slightly.

Gu Xinlian's reddish cheeks and sparkling eyes can be clearly seen under the bright light.

Song Zhao watched this scene silently.

She resisted not looking for Si Yu in the past few days, just to give him time to digest and talk about it after he calmed down.

I came here today to wait for Si Yu to give her a definite answer.

Before coming, she thought that if Si Yu was willing to accept her, they would reconcile. If not, then she would respect his choice.

But at this moment.

The moment of choice has really come.

When Song Zhao thought that Si Yu might choose Gu Xinlian, and gave all his love for her to the other women, Song Zhao couldn't bear it.

The boring emotions that had been restrained for several days were instantly ignited and magnified by madness.

Si Yu holds a glass of wine with one hand.

Shaking the fingertips slightly, a few drops of wine spilled out.

Hearing Gu Xinlian's words, he paused.

Before he could make the next move, but he didn't want to, someone grabbed his wrist.

In the next second, the girl's cold and irrepressible voice sounded, "Take it."

Si Yu moved his gaze upwards and met a expressionless face.

Song Zhao bowed his head against the light and looked down at him.

Light and shadow hit from the side of her face, that face was exquisite and beautiful, and the impact of light and shadow made people feel more thrillingly beautiful.

"Why don't you move?" Song Zhao continued.

Si Yu, "?"

He glanced at the white wrist held by the girl.

And her fingers were tightly covering him, and two fingers were different from the other fingers, which were white and tender, and turned red after being scalded, a bit like being scalded.

Si Yu finally came to his senses, so the cup of tea was boiling hot?

Gu Xinlian, "..."

You fucking hold his hand, he can't move even if he wants to!

"This Marquis took Princess Zhaoyang to treat the wound."

Si Yu said.

The jaw line fluctuates with the movement of speaking, extending to the Adam's apple, serious and sexy.

As he said that, he got up, and Song Zhao held his wrist, and led her away from the scene quickly.

Everyone, "..."

?

what's the situation?

That's good, why did Lord Hou take people away? Could it be that he repented temporarily and wanted to choose Princess Zhaoyang again?

Gu Xinlian still kept handing the purse, and took it back in embarrassment.

Originally, tonight was supposed to be her home game, but when Song Zhao came, everything was ruined.

Gu Xinlian must not let Song Zhao snatch her husband away, this is her only chance.

Gu Xinlian glanced at the direction Si Yu left, turned around and ran towards Jiaofangdian.

Si Yu took Song Zhao to the place where he lived in the palace.

A small room with only one bed and one table, dimly lit by candles.

After Si Yu left the palace and moved, the people in the palace did not dare to move his house.

Song Zhao was pinned down by the man, "Let go."

Si Yu lowered his eyes.

The young girl's veins bulged tightly as she held onto his wrist, as if she was afraid that he would run away.

Si Yu lowered his eyes slightly, looking into her slightly raised eyes.

She put on a charming makeup that he had never seen before today, and the tails of her eyes were slightly raised, making her more mature.

Song Zhao didn't speak, just stared at him without saying a word.

"I let you go."