Chapter 595: Song Zhao Looking for a Face 2

"Ah Zhao, please be reasonable."

Si Yu frowned.

Try to sound as calm as possible.

"You know how I feel about you these days.

You have lied to me for so long and plotted to assassinate me several times, I don't care about these.

What I mind is that you ignore my kindness to you, confuse my attitude towards you with others, and think that I will hurt you and your family. It's your actions that make me feel like you're questioning my feelings for you, and that's why I'm angry. "

Si Yu said clearly, his peach blossom eyes showed a tinge of scarlet unknowingly.

Song Zhao chuckled lightly.

The round cat's eyes were hooked up, bringing out a trace of charm, and the tone was light, "Aren't you also questioning my feelings for you?"

Another bolt of lightning.

The strong wind brought rain, which directly wetted Song Zhao's cloak, and the feathers on it drooped and stuck together, like a wet kitten, and his whole body became thinner and thinner.

Si Yu heard Song Jingxian's request to him.

——Si Yu, I hope you can give me the trust I didn't give my little sister.

Those words had a particularly big impact on Si Yu.

It's not that he doesn't trust Song Zhao.

From the beginning to the end, he knew clearly and firmly that he would always stand by Song Zhao's side.

It's just that he is not confident.

A person who grows up in malice is already full of vigilance and suspicion towards the world. The departure of his parents made him understand that no one in this world would love Siyu.

Therefore, all the kindness he received in this life came from Song Zhao alone.

The less you get, the more you are afraid that it will be a mirror image.

When he didn't know the truth, he had some fantasies, but those fantasies were not solid enough, and he only propped up a small hill in his heart. Once the truth was revealed, it would be like a giant thunder falling, and the hill would be unbearable. hit.

Destruction is only a momentary thing, and it is difficult to rebuild.

Holding an umbrella, Song Zhao looked at him quietly for a while, seeing that he had no intention of speaking, turned around and walked back into the house.

Si Yu pursed his lips and continued to kneel.

This night, as soon as Song Zhao closed his eyes, it passed away.

For Si Yu, it was a whole night of torment.

The thunderstorm stopped in the early morning.

The warm sun is rising in the east, and the weather is crisp and clear in autumn.

The clothes he wore were wet all night, and were blown by the morning wind, and dried again.

It was time for Song Zhao to wake up.

The maids came in and out, waiting for Song Zhao to wash.

Si Yu felt uncomfortable all over.

He had a itchy throat and coughed, showing signs of a cold.

Squeezing his throat, he couldn't help looking at Di Que angrily, "Is this what you said you can coax him by kneeling?"

Di Que was very embarrassed, "Probably the princess is not an ordinary woman... If you raise your leg, your subordinates have to return the washboard, otherwise General Song will be in a hurry when he can't find the washboard."

Si Yu got up in disgust.

After kneeling all night, my knees became stiff.

When he stood up, his tall body shook uncontrollably.

"Pfft." The maid who came in and out couldn't help laughing, and at the moment Si Yu's face sank, she immediately returned to seriousness.

Di Zi hugged the washboard and left in a hurry.

Si Yu rubbed his knees, feeling a little sympathetic to his father-in-law.

The washboard has been worn down, and it is conceivable that the father-in-law often kneels.

Kneeling often means kneeling on the washboard is useful.

But he knelt, but Song Zhao didn't accept this.

From this, Si Yu can draw a conclusion that he probably won't need to kneel anymore in the future.