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

Chapter 640 Encounter with Robbers.

Song Zhao pursed his lips and smiled softly, looking at him with clear eyes, "You are so kind."

The girl's soft fingers pinched the back of his neck once and for all.

Si Yu's eyes were a little dark.

Quiet night.

Lonely man and widow, alone in a room.

She is still the girl I like, a serious fiancée.

It seems that if you don't do something, you will be sorry for the right time, place and people.

The rough palm suddenly grabbed Song Zhao's head.

Song Zhao shook his fingertips nervously.

Si Yu's deep gaze swept from top to bottom, gradually approaching.

Of course Song Zhao could feel the ups and downs of the man's passion.

I always think that women should be more reserved.

But this is the man she likes.

Appropriately close, she also thought.

Subconsciously closed his eyes, at this moment, the shopkeeper's knock on the door interrupted the ambiguous atmosphere.

Song Zhao jumped down reflexively, jumped onto the bed, and got in.

Si Yu paused, looked at the lump on the bed, swallowed, and went to open the door with a numb face.

The shopkeeper held the plate in his hand, raised his eyes to meet Si Yu's cannibalistic gaze, and couldn't finish his nervous words, "Guest, guest officer, there is only one serving..."

Si Yu took it indifferently, and before the shopkeeper finished speaking, he slammed the door shut.

On the dinner plate is a bowl of beef noodles.

There are only a few grains of beef, and chopped green onions are spread on the white noodles, and the smell of sesame oil permeates.

Song Zhao got out of the bed, pointed his nose, and his eyes were bright, "It smells so good."

Si Yu put the beef noodles on the low table beside the bed, and handed it to Song Zhao with a wooden hand.

"I'm not hungry, you eat."

Song Zhao looked at him, "How come you are like my father, in order to feed the child, you say you are not hungry, as if you don't eat, I can eat."

Si Yu smiled, "How did you talk? Who am I doing this for?"

"Then do you want to eat?"

"You eat the rest."

"Oh." Song Zhao picked up the noodles, bit them into his mouth, and it was delicious.

I ate dry food all the way, and it felt so good to be able to eat a bowl of hot noodle soup.

She counted while eating, there were five pieces of beef, she chewed off two pieces, and left three pieces for Si Yu.

She was full after a few bites, and she pushed the bowl to Si Yu.

"enough?"

Song Zhao hummed.

Si Yu sat down next to Song Zhao, took the wooden sticks and beef noodles in Song Zhao's hands, put them in his hands, and began to eat one bite after another.

Song Zhao stared at him eating noodles.

Si Yu grew up in the palace, but he didn't ask for nuns, so he didn't eat as elegantly as the rich and powerful, but he ate big mouthfuls, a bit like a military ruffian.

When eating noodles, it slips into the mouth, the masseter muscle bulges, and it is wild and revived.

Song Zhao looked greedy, licked his lips, and stretched his head over, "I want to drink some noodle soup."

Without a spoon, Si Yu brought the bowl to Song Zhao's mouth, bowed his head and blew, "I have thick skin, you have to drink slowly."

Song Zhao bowed his head, took his hand, and took a sip from the side of the bowl where he drank the soup.

The soup was slippery and seeped into his mouth.

Song Zhao raised his head and yelled, "Wipe it off quickly, it's about to slide in."

Si Yu put the bowl aside, Song Zhao hurriedly wiped away the soup that had slipped down to her chin with his fingers, then put his fingers against his lips, and licked it in with his tongue.

Song Zhao couldn't help but let out a gasp.

Si Yu also glanced at her, then quickly picked up a piece of beef and ate it in his mouth, picked up the remaining two pieces together, squeezed Song Zhao's mouth, and threw it in for her.

"Beef has cheeks." He pinched her cheek, disgusted, "Look at you skinny, eat more."

Song Zhao subconsciously chewed a few mouthfuls, his eyes widened.

"What kind of gills! I'm not a cat!"

"Why not?"

He drank the soup in the bowl, and said slowly, "It's the little kitten from Benhou's family who blew up when he was angry."

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