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

   Chapter 8 An Assassination 1

  It was almost an instinctive reaction, Song Zhao took two steps back like a bird in shock.

   Noticing Song Zhao's abnormal behavior, Si Yu raised his peach blossom eyes loosely, and pressed the tip of his tongue against his back molars, making a low, almost inaudible snort.

  Song Zhao wanted to run, but was watched by the eyes of death. Her legs were weak and she couldn't move her feet at all. She subconsciously held her breath and asked in a calm tone, "Siyu, can I treat you to persimmons?"

  Song Zhao is a person who has died once, and he cherishes his life more than the average person.

   In the face of the devil who kills without blinking in front of you, of course you can't offend if you can!

  Si squinted his eyes, coldly withdrew the death gaze that fell on her.

Song Zhao quietly breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that a red persimmon had fallen on the stone table, he immediately ran over to pick it up, and held it up to Si Yu as if offering a treasure, "Here, this is my favorite food. persimmon."

   The little girl's soft and glutinous voice was soft and sweet, like a glutinous rice cake wrapped in icing sugar, without any lethality.

  Siyu looked at her strangely for a moment, the little man who was looking straight at her heart beat faster, the tip of her tongue pressed against her cheeks, and her voice was hoarse, "Song Zhao, what are you thinking?"

  The second girl of the Song family is arrogant and arrogant, she often dismisses him when she sees him, and doesn't even bother to look at him.

   Now he has even given him a persimmon from his honor. In Si Yu's opinion, if something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

  Siyu's jaw line collapsed, and his eyebrows were all vigilant, exuding an aura of refusing people thousands of miles away.

   His eyes are nine points cold, and the rest is cruel.

  I don't know why, Song Zhao couldn't resist his gaze that seemed to be able to see people's souls, as if everything was under his control.

Song Zhao's heart was oozing fiercely, her whole body was like a cat pinched on the back of her neck, she forced herself to remain calm, lowered her head and said in a low voice, "I think this is the persimmon you picked so hard, you have to taste it. …”

  Siyu glanced at her with the end of his eyes.

  The little girl stood in the sun, wearing an off-white skirt and a red cloak that reached her ankles.

   A gorgeous halo cast on her, lining her like a brilliant sun.

   A pair of big eyes trembled, obedient to death.

   Ke Siyu knew that this was all Song Zhao's disguise.

   He has seen Song Zhao's domineering appearance, it is impossible for a person to have two faces in front of others.

   She deliberately courted him, she must be trying to trick him, and after seeing him make a fool of herself, she would humiliate him severely.

  The boy bowed his head.

  The thick eyelashes hang down the eye sockets, casting a shadow, making the facial features even more profound.

   The eyes under his eyebrows were looming with a hint of hostility, "Song Zhao, if you want to do something to me, just do it directly, you don't need to be so circumspect."

  Song Zhao, "." What kind of stupid statement?

   What did she really want to do to him, when he turned back and betrayed the country, she was the first one to be cold!

   In this life, Song Zhao still wants to live a hundred years, but he doesn't want to provoke this pervert.

   If you want to do it, you will do it secretly!

   She took a deep breath, her **** eyes shining brightly in the sunlight, "I just want to invite you to eat persimmons, if you don't like persimmons, don't eat them..."

   said, Song Zhaosansan's hand withdrew, but before he had time to move, he suddenly raised his hand and pinched her wrist with sharply articulated fingers.

   His hands were so cold, with thick calluses on the pads of his fingers, rubbing against the girl's pink and smooth skin, causing some pain.

  Song Zhao frowned and broke free, but did not move.

  Si rubbed it calmly, his eyes became gloomy, he looked straight into Song Zhao's clear eyes, his throat slipped, and his voice was slightly hoarse, "Hey me."

   ah ah ah ah, the next one will be assassinated, ask for a ticket!

   (end of this chapter)