Song Zhao glared at Si Yu for a while, "You are so strange, this is originally my second cousin, why can't I call him brother?" ”

Si Yu, "......"

Two, second cousin?

Song Zhao inexplicably felt a little aggrieved, she was just afraid of offending Si Yu, so she caused an unnecessary misunderstanding, and this apology was also said, and the guarantee was also guaranteed.

Si Yu is a powerful minister in the future, why is she so calculating now, she has saved him anyway, and now she can't even help pass on a word.

"If you don't help, you won't help, I'll carry my second cousin back by myself."

Song Zhao gritted his teeth, dragged Song Shenhao, and stepped out of the threshold with difficulty.

When he passed by Si Yu's side, Si Yu raised his hand and put Song Shenhao on his shoulder.

The boy licked the corner of his lower lip, a little uncomfortable, "Who said not to help." ”

He carried Song Shenhao and walked out.

Song Zhao touched his nose and immediately followed.

*

Half an hour later.

Song Zhao once again came to the Governor's Mansion.

Song Shenwei, who was in a coma, had been sent to the government doctor for treatment.

"Si Xiaolangjun, thank you."

Song Zhao raised his head and sincerely thanked the Lord Quan Chen beside him.

Originally, she wanted to go back to the Song family.

But Si Yu said that returning to the Song family so late would make his grandmother frightened.

Si Yu's eyes were dark.

They stood under the silent verandah.

The lights are brilliant.

The little girl folded her hands at her side when she thanked her, a very standard blessing gift.

Very well-behaved.

But it's also very rusty.

Lowering his eyes, he let out a soft "huh".

Song Zhao touched his neck.

Tilting his head, he stared at his face for a moment, "You're not happy?" ”

Si Yu lightly locked the eyebrows of the distant mountains.

He pinched his nose, his dark black peach blossom eyes were faint, and the emotions in them were incomprehensible.

"You liked that?" After a long time, he threw out such a sentence without yin or yang.

"Uh-huh?" Song Zhao was confused, "I like that?" ”

Si Yu turned his face sideways, didn't look at her at all, his jaw was slightly retracted, and he sneered meaninglessly, "You know it in your own heart." ”

He turned and walked back into the house.

Song Zhao hates this kind of half-talking, which hangs people's appetites.

She chased in, "You speak clearly, huh?" How else can I be clear? ”

Si Yu's footsteps stopped.

Song Zhao didn't notice it for a while, and his cheek hit his back.

The boy turned.

Without any emotion, he reached out and pushed her away a little.

Then he toe and threw out the general's boot.

Song Zhao was stunned.

Before he could react, he saw Si Yu immediately tear off the belt around his waist, and then took off his clothes one by one.

She,"? ”

It's fascinating.

After reacting, Si Yu only had a middle shirt and pants left.

Song Zhaomeng's back turned around, his cheeks and ears were hot, and he couldn't stand it, "You are insane, you are so decent, why did you start playing hooligan!" ”

As he spoke, he was about to run out.

Si Yu reached out and grabbed her wrist and grabbed her back.

"Hooliganism?" Si Yu lowered his eyes, and his eyes were deeply sunken black, like a black hole that could suck people's souls.

His back molars clenched hard, and a shallow breath emanated from his throat, "I'm called a hooligan?" Then you called six macho men, what are they called? ”

Song Zhao's eyes widened.

Probably feeling embarrassed, his eyes were a little unnaturally evasive.

Si Yu thought she was weak-hearted.

The anger in the chest is heavier.

He grabbed Song Zhao's hand, guided her, and ripped off his shirt, revealing his honey-colored and strong chest.

Song Zhao was stunned.

Si Yu pressed her hand on her chest and touched it playfully, "Don't you like macho men?" ”

The boy smiled sexily and thinly.

"Look at my brother, is it fierce?"