A month has passed.

During this period, Si Er went to the National Open tennis tournament alone, and there is no doubt that she is the champion.

After winning the championship, Si Er only took the trophy, and left the arena directly without staying too long.

After all, he is the heir of the Jun family, and he still has the right to avoid those reporters and take a special channel.

And Qi Yan, after he left, he never came back.

After leaving, Si Er went directly back to the magic capital.

When she got home, she leaned back in her chair a little tiredly, she tilted her head slightly, one hand covered her eyes, her slender neck was exposed, and she looked at it from a distance, with a kind of decadent beauty.

The housekeeper was still busy outside, and she didn't feel very noisy from a distance, but the male voice of this weak mosquito sound, even with her eyes closed, she could feel the weakness of the voice owner.

"Sister, you're back."

The "boy" slowly opened his eyes, turned his head to look at the place where the voice came from, the boy in the white sweatshirt was standing not far away, even if it was a little far away, Si Er could see the uneasiness and caution on his face, a face that was exactly the same as this body, but compared to his temperament, this boy was more pitiful, well, that's right, it was pitiful, because he looked really weak, his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and his eyes were timid.

Si Er looked up and down, calculating in his heart, if he kicked like this, would this person die?

There was no expression on the "boy's" face, and his tone seemed to be confirmed, "Jun Wuye? ”

Jun Wuye stood in place, not daring to move, and his heart was even more uneasy, "Sister...... Sister, it's me. "He didn't dare to call himself an older brother.

He didn't expect that the first time the two of them met was this kind of scene, and the younger sister didn't seem to like him.

The "boy" was still expressionless, "Are you okay with your body?" ”

Hearing these words in Jun Wuye's ears, there was some concern, and his tone was a little hurried, "It's already much better!" No more life-threatening worries! ”

"Oh~ That's it." The young man's tone turned a corner, and his tone suddenly became cold, "Then I shouldn't die if I kick you!" ”

The light in Jun Wuye's eyes was annihilated before it was completely lit up, and the word "kick" sounded a little vulgar, but when it was converted into his mouth, it was a little bitter, "Sister, are you angry?" If I can relieve your anger, I don't have to do it with my sister, I'll beat myself myself. ”

Actually, he has thought about this kind of scenario for a long time, and his mother said that his sister's personality is a little grudgeful.

It's nothing to be beaten, but as an older brother, he let his sister bear the responsibility he should bear, and his sister can't do anything too much to him.

As he spoke, he looked around, looking for something to do.

However, the "boy" put his hands around his arms and said lazily, "I just want to kick you myself!" ”

Jun Wuye paused, the expression on his face changed, and finally walked a few steps away from the "boy", stood up, lowered his head, and said sullenly, "Sister, you kick it." ”

Si Er touched his chin, looked him up and down, then walked over and grabbed him by the collar, pressed him on the back of the sofa a little rudely, and made him lie on it, and then said in a bad tone, "Get on your stomach, Young Master Ben is going to kick your ass hard!" ”

Flirting or something, Lord Martial God doesn't have this consciousness at all, this is the effect of the performance.

This shameful posture made Jun Wuye's expression completely frozen, he grabbed the sofa, didn't know how to react, and could only respond sullenly, "Hmm." ”

The housekeeper in the distance noticed the scene in the house, and when his "young master" viciously grabbed his young master, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly ran over.

Inside the house, when Si Er saw this, he pulled his lips and smiled, and then kicked him mercilessly, although it was only ordinary strength, but it was enough for him to drink a pot.

The teenager who has been carefully cared for since he was a child has never been hit with such strength, perhaps because he did not grasp it steadily, he fell down all of a sudden.

There is pain in the buttocks, no need to look, it must be a bruise!

However, he didn't exhale pain, but instead gritted his teeth and asked cautiously, "Is my sister relieved?" ”