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

   Chapter 595 Song Zhao looking for the face 2

   "Azhao, speak some truth."

  Siyu rubbed his eyebrows.

   Try to keep your tone as calm as possible.

   "You know how I feel about you these days.

  You lied to me for so long and plotted to assassinate me several times, I don't care about that.

  What I mind is that you ignore my goodness to you and confuse my attitude towards you with others, thinking that I will hurt you and your family. It's your actions that make me feel like you're questioning my feelings for you, and that's why I'm angry. "

  Siyu said clearly, and the peach blossom eyes unknowingly revealed a touch of scarlet.

  Song Zhao chuckled lightly.

   The round cat's eyes hooked up, bringing out a hint of beauty, and his tone was light, "Aren't you also questioning my feelings for you?"

   Another flash of lightning.

   The strong wind brought rain, which directly wet Song Zhao's cloak, and the feathers on it drooped and stuck together, like a wet kitten, and the whole person became thinner and thinner.

  Siyu heard Song Jingxian's request to him.

  ——Siyu, I hope I didn't give my little sister the trust you can give me.

   That sentence had a particularly big impact on Si Yu.

   It's not that he doesn't trust Song Zhao.

  From beginning to end, he knew clearly and firmly that he would always stand by Song Zhao's side.

   It's just that he's not confident.

   A person has grown up with malice since childhood, and he is full of vigilance and suspicion about the world. The departure of his parents made him understand that no one in this world would love Siyu.

   Therefore, all the kindness he received in this life came from Song Zhao alone.

  The less you get, the more afraid it will be.

When he didn't know the truth, he had some fantasies, but those fantasies were not solid enough, so he only held up a small hillside in his heart. Once the truth was revealed, it would be like a thunderbolt, and the hillside would be unbearable. hit.

   Destroying is only a momentary thing, it is very difficult to rebuild.

  Song Zhao held an umbrella and watched him quietly for a while. Seeing that he didn't mean to speak, he turned around and walked back into the room.

  Siyu pursed his lips and continued to kneel.

   This night, Song Zhao closed his eyes and passed.

   For Si Yu, it was a torment all night.

  The thunderstorm stopped in the early morning.

  The warm sun is rising in the east, and it is a good autumn weather.

   His clothes had been wet all night, blown by the morning wind, and dried again.

   It was time for Song Zhao to get up.

  The maids came in and out, waiting for Song Zhao to wash.

  Siyu felt uncomfortable.

   His throat was itchy, he coughed, a little bit of a cold.

   squeezed his throat and looked at Di She angrily, "Is this what you said, you can be coaxed by kneeling?"

   Di Ruo was very embarrassed, "Probably the county master is not an ordinary woman... You raise your legs, and your subordinates have to return the washboard, otherwise General Song should be anxious if he can't find the washboard."

  Siyu got up in disgust.

   Kneeled all night, knees stiff.

When    got up, his tall body shook uncontrollably.

   "Pfft." The maids who came in and out couldn't help laughing, and the moment Si Yu's face sank, he immediately returned to his seriousness.

   Di Ru hurried away with the washboard in his arms.

  Siyu rubbed his knees, sympathizing with his father-in-law.

  The washboard was flattened, and it can be imagined that my father-in-law often kneels.

   Kneeling often, it is useful to kneel on the washboard.

   And he knelt down, but Song Zhao didn't eat this.

  Siyu can draw a conclusion from this, he probably no longer needs to kneel on this thing in the future.

   (end of this chapter)