Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 149 Little brother, stop messing around!

"I asked Gu Mingyu, there is a word in this world called cutting grass and roots, has she ever heard of it. I also told her that asters hold grudges the most."

"That's why Miss Gu changed her mind and ordered Zi Wan to be killed on the spot..." Su Jiu said softly, "Little brother really treats human life like nothing."

Xiao Tingchen sat beside her.

He sniffed the scent on the little girl's body, raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't Xiao Jiuer say to go to the accountant? Why is there a smell of makeup on her body?"

Su Jiu stopped combing his hair.

"I'm guessing, Xiao Jiu'er must have met Gu Mingyu's maid outside the accountant's room, and deliberately told her that Ziwan was in Mingde Courtyard, that's why Gu Mingyu was able to find it so quickly. But you know that the two of them are not on good terms, yet you still want to take her away." Tell me about Aster's whereabouts..."

The boy hooked a strand of her long hair and twisted it between his fingers, chuckled and whispered, "The lonely man and the widow live in the same courtyard, so Gu Mingyu has a legitimate reason to punish Zi Wan. Tsk, my Xiao Jiu'er used a knife to kill people, it's really good. However, such a cruel heart scares me, brother."

Su Jiu met his half-smile playful expression, but after a moment of silence, he pushed him away.

"What little brother is saying, I really can't understand at all!" She lowered her head and made the bed, "Aster would die in front of me, something I never thought of... What's more, it was clearly my little brother who caused Zi Wan to die unexpectedly. "

While talking, he fell into bed sleepily.

Xiao Tingchen looked at her.

The little girl's crow-colored hair was spread out on the pillow, making her face even more white and delicate.

But her expression was calm beyond her age.

For some reason, Xiao Tingchen didn't like her expression.

He smiled mischievously, "That's right, my Xiaojiu'er is kind and simple, like a white lotus that emerges from the mud without being stained, and I, Xiao Tingchen, are the only perpetrators."

As he said, he took off his outer clothes and got into her bed, "One autumn rain and one cold, it froze your little brother to death, come, warm me up!"

The calmness on Su Jiu's face finally showed cracks.

She sat up in a panic, "Little brother, stop messing around!"

"What if I want to mess around?"

"you--"

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Tingchen suddenly threw himself on her body, scratching her creaking nest and belly!
Su Jiu couldn't help laughing out loud.

Xiao Tingchen used to be a well-rounded person.

The elders can be fooled, and the children can be coaxed.

If you meet a dull and pedantic old master, you can stand together and say a few words, which can coax the old master to wish he could become a sworn friend with him.

If you meet an aunt in the vegetable market, give him a flower, and say that the aunt must have been extremely beautiful when she was young, and it can make an older woman blush.

Su Jiu's character is a bit awkward, but for him, coaxing him is not difficult.

Su Jiu laughed so hard that tears came out, but he couldn't break free from him, so he cried and asked him to let go.

The boy's peach blossom eyes curled up with a smile, "My sister is really dishonest in asking for help. If you call 'good brother', I will naturally let you go."

Su Jiu panted, and called out pitifully: "Good brother..."

Only then did Xiao Tingchen stop.

He took the time to get off the bed, and saw the little girl was ashamed, her little face was flushed, like a peach blossom blown by the spring breeze in March.

There are still crystal teardrops rubbing on the eye sockets and eyelashes, delicate and timid like peach blossoms with dew.

She bit her pale pink lips, and because of her shame, she tilted her head and got into the bed.

The boy's smile finally brought some warmth.

He didn't like Su Jiu's expressionless face.

He likes her fresh and delicate appearance.

It doesn't matter even if you lose your temper.
It doesn't matter even if you cry endlessly.

at least,

This kind of Su wine makes my heart warm.

(End of this chapter)