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

   Chapter 80 Can't Go Back

  Song Jingxian really thought about it seriously, no matter how disappointed Song Zhao's actions three years ago were, he was so disappointed that he wanted to cut off relations with her.

   But she has always been his blood-connected sister. No matter how cold his heart is, when Song Zhao gets married in the future, he can't really ignore her.

  Since Song Zhao has already taken action to make up for him, even if he is three years late and he doesn't need it, he still has deep resentment in his heart.

   But who made him her eldest brother, he was willing to try to accommodate her.

  My sister was raised crookedly, and he also has his responsibility.

   He should lower his demands on her, and just ask Song Zhao to stay safe in the future.

   After all, if he continues to get angry with his sister, he will also make outsiders see jokes.

   Those unspeakable resentments will be firmly buried in his heart.

  Song Zhao was silent.

  Song Jingxian stood under the steps, the rain soaked his eyebrows and eyes, his pupils were deep black, like the flowers of high mountains growing in the steep overhanging wall.

   Arrogant and indifferent.

   In Song Jingxian's eyes, Song Zhao was as calm as ever.

   This kind of calm is like a lake that has been silent for a hundred years, which is shocking.

   "You, have nothing to tell me?" Song Jingxian frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable.

   He has already shown softness, saying that he doesn't care about his generosity. Why doesn't Song Zhao react at all?

  Song Zhao didn't look at him, and replied simply, "Oh."

  Song Jingxian was dissatisfied with her perfunctory behavior.

   In the past, my sister made him angry. As long as he was soft, my sister would pull his cuff and say a lot of flattering things.

   It seems that this time he ignored her for too long, and Song Zhao was also angry.

   But he won't get used to her anymore, so he won't get used to her original shape.

   "You should rest early." Song Jingxian said no more, turned around and left.

   After walking a few steps, he turned back.

   He took out a delicate begonia flower from his cuff, put it in Song Zhao's palm, and left without saying a word.

   This is Song Zhao's favorite flower.

   Xiao Zhaozhao, who was only a few years old at the time, was always beckoning cats and dogs, causing trouble, often making Song Jingxian angry and loving.

   Xiao Zhaozhao was murdered several times by his eldest brother pretending to be fake, so he proposed a tacit interaction that only their brother and sister knew.

   If she makes Song Jingxian angry one day, Song Jingxian will send her favorite begonia flowers, and the two brothers and sisters will reconcile.

  Song Zhao stared at the begonia flower in his palm.

   This used to be a reconciliation that she didn't wait until she died in her previous life, but now there is no trouble.

  Perhaps she has long understood that she and her eldest brother can no longer return to the past.

  Song Zhao was quiet for a few seconds, then simply threw the flower outside the corridor.

When    turned around, he didn't notice someone standing behind him, and slammed his head into the boy's tough chest.

   bang.

  “…”

  Song Zhao covered his forehead, raised his eyes and bumped into Si Yu's dark peach eyes.

   Four eyes are facing each other.

  Siyu lowered his eyes slightly, the lights in the hallway were doubled, his contour lines were more three-dimensional and clear, the bridge of his nose was straight and straight, and he asked lazily, "How do you walk."

  “…”

   He narrowed his eyebrows and lowered his voice deliberately, "Well, it hit my heart?"

   I have never seen such a rake.

  Song Zhao silently took two steps back, raised his hand and rubbed his aching forehead.

  I didn't dare to get angry, so I asked in a sullen voice, "Why are you standing behind me, Si Xiaolang-jun?"

   The little girl's black and white cat's eyes were wide open, probably too delicate, but with a slight bump, her fair forehead turned red.

   She rubbed a few times, and her blush spread to the corners of her eyes, looking... like a poor little one.

  Siyu stared at the mist at the end of her eyes for a few seconds, and then glanced at the begonia petals outside the porch, which were battered by the rain.

   With a smile in his voice, he asked her slowly, "You don't want your brother anymore?"

   (end of this chapter)