Mother Xia was frightened and frightened, holding her daughter and wiping her tears, "What should I do, Sister Yao, we have lost the protection of the prince." You were expelled from Canglan Academy again, what can you do in the future? What about your marriage? ”

Xia Qingyao's face turned pale.

Song Jingxian is really cold-blooded and ruthless, saying that he wants to repay the favor and protect her for the rest of her life.

But she just dealt with Song Zhao on the surface, and was abandoned by him.

However, Xia Qingyao's heart hated Song Zhao even more.

She tried her best to make Song Jingxian feel cold to Song Zhao, but Song Zhao didn't have to do anything to make Song Jingxian soften and turn back.

"Mother, it's not a matter of marriage anymore, once Song Jingxian finds out that I have replaced Song Zhao's slut, he will kill me. So we must now find someone who can shelter us. ”

Xia Qingyao would never hang herself from a tree.

Song was envious and useless, so she had to find another high branch.

She is unwilling to be subservient to others forever, she wants to be a master, she wants to trample Song Zhao under her feet, and she wants to make everyone who despises her regret.

Even if she's embarrassed now, so what?

Xia Mu was at a loss.

Xia Qingyao's eyes were treacherous and cold, "Mother, send me to the Prince's Mansion!" ”

*

Song Jingxian returned to the main hall.

Mrs. Song's eyes were pleased, and the eldest grandson was finally saved.

Her tone was soft, "Brother Xian, early tomorrow morning, bring a thin gift and go with Brother Fu to visit the Medicine King." There are some things, and it's time to have an explanation. ”

Song was shocked.

He was surprised and asked, "Grandmother, what do you mean by that?" ”

Mrs. Song planned to give him a preventive shot, and said, "You are a person with brains, you should think about it." How could a woman like Xia Qingyao, who is full of lust and ill-intentioned, dare to save you with nine deaths? ”

Song Jingxian pursed his lips.

He was partial to Xia Qingyao before, because he felt that Xia Qingyao was sincere to him.

But now he knows that Xia Qingyao is unpredictable, and without that layer of filters, he can analyze problems rationally.

When his grandmother mentioned this, he was really a little skeptical.

But if it's not Xia Qingyao, who will it be?

Inexplicably, Song Jingxian's heartbeat increased a little.

It seems that he should go to the Medicine King for verification.

*

Flower windows against the rain.

There are two lotus lamps lit in the boudoir.

Si Yu stood on the edge of the collapse, staring at the small ball gathered up in the quilt.

Song Zhao obediently closed his eyes and fell asleep, probably feeling hot, so he stretched out his legs and kicked the quilt away.

He wore only a mid-shirt with an open neckline, revealing small patches of white jade-like skin.

Si Yu's eyes were deep.

I suddenly remembered the soft voice of the little girl in my mind.

Baby shell~

The heart seems to have been scratched by a cat's paws, and the itchy mouth is dry.

.

Si Yu took a deep breath and suddenly felt that he didn't want to be a human being.

The little daughter-in-law hasn't had time yet, so she has to endure it.

But she was lying in front of him so well-behaved, it was clear that she was seducing him and doing something.

You can't go up, but it's appropriate to kiss it?

The Adam's apple rolled slightly.

Si Yu leaned over her side and kissed the center of her eyebrows and then the tip of her nose.

The little girl remained motionless, her lips pursing slightly.

Is this a sign that I hope he loves her?

The little lady of the Song family is always so greedy for him.

Si Yu kissed the corner of her lips as if she had no choice but to compromise, and she licked it lightly, licked it, and got up.

Song Zhao was licked awake.

She opened her eyes with a chirp, and what she saw was a magnified handsome face.

The lights are dim.

The silhouette of the teenager is clear, and the bridge of the nose is straight.

Slightly bowed his head, the broken hair on his forehead swept his eyebrows, and his deep eyes seemed to be burning with flames, lustful and fierce.

It's really, scary.

Song Zhao shrank back from the bed in shock, and his voice was timid, "Hmm, what are you doing, fourth brother?" ”

Si Yu's figure was slightly paused.

Slowly stood up straight, but he didn't panic about being caught.

Licking his thin lips, he sneered lightly, "The little baby is quite good at tossing people." ”

Song Zhao covered his face.

I wonder where I provoked Lord Quanchen.

But I heard him hum lowly, "It makes me feel distressed." ”