The Group Pet Sister Became the Petite Bag of the Powerful Minister - Chapter 757

   Chapter 757 The Truth Comes Out 2

  Suddenly, Tantai Mo’s heart was sorely swollen.

   The uncontrollable and gradually disintegrating emotions left him at a loss for a moment.

  Yin Wanyang watched Tantaimo’s sad expression, her heart tightened quietly.

   “Uncle, did Wan Yang make you embarrassed?”

   Tantai Mo returned to God.

   He was hesitating for outsiders?

   What’s the hesitation.

   is just an unimportant person who looks like his own sister… How can it be compared, the real precious niece.

   “It must be because of the resurrected genius doctor.” Tantai Mo found the reason for himself in his heart.

   “I’m not embarrassed.”

   “It just takes a month.”

   He has to fool the resurrected doctor first.

  Tantaimo turned sideways, his face blurred under the lights, and he promised word by word, “As long as you want, I will try my best to help you.”

  *

   The night fell, and the first snow of this winter stopped.

   The people who were drinking in the Prince Regent’s mansion saw that the Prince Regent was getting bored and left.

   The regent, who was drinking a little over the top, returned to his wedding room impatiently with a slightly drunken handsome face.

  The wedding room was full of red silk, and two pairs of large red candles were slowly burning by the bedside.

  Song Zhao still kept his face covered with a fan and sat upright on the slump.

   Peace of mind around.

  The Prince Regent took out the broken silver red envelope and dismissed the maids in the room, and walked to Song Zhao.

   He took the fan in Song Zhao’s hand and said in disgust, “It’s been a day, don’t you feel tired?”

  Song Zhao raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were pure and clear, “This is a marriage rule.”

  Siyu carefully glanced at Song Zhao’s bright and delicate face.

   We greeted relatives and paid homage before, and there were so many people with mixed eyes that I didn’t have the opportunity to appreciate them carefully.

   is so close now.

   You can clearly see the bride’s pink peach makeup, which outlines a more beautiful face.

  The large and complicated wedding dress is lined with a delicate and grand phoenix crown.

   It’s true that the new makeup of the red face is more beautiful than the flowers, and the pear and the double vortex are tender and fragrant.

  The man’s pitch-black eyes were dark and dark, he moved his fingertips slightly, and took off the phoenix crown on Song Zhao’s head.

   Jinghong Phoenix Crown is made of pure gold, prosperous and stunning, but it is also a solid weight.

  Song Zhao’s skin is delicate, but after wearing it for a few hours, a red mark was pressed out on his forehead. When he lowered his eyebrows and raised his eyes, his forehead was as lovely as a phoenix tail.

   “This king remembers that you were the most arrogant and unreasonable when you were a child. You only depended on your own feelings and never put worldly rules in your eyes.”

  Siyu’s fingertips gently touched the red mark on Song Zhao’s forehead, and his eyes were so affectionate that he could pinch water.

   He had secretly spied on her growth and witnessed every moment of her savage character development.

   Just one day, the pretty girl changed her sex.

Song Zhao’s head relaxed a lot in an instant, he moved his neck gently, moved to the side calmly, and said softly, “That was all ignorant when I was a child, if you never follow the rules, you will be killed one day. Do not know at all.”

Si Yu moved with Song Zhao, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pressed his chin on one of her shoulders, and said in a low voice, “This king knows that for the honor of the Song family, you need to play the role of the daughter-in-law. identity of.”

  Song Zhao turned his face sideways and looked at him with half-squinted eyes.

“But now that you are married to this king, you are the king’s concubine. This regent’s palace is your territory. This king shares honor and disgrace with you. You don’t need to be wronged for this king. This king will take care of you.”

  Siyu held Song Zhao’s hand and squeezed lightly, with domineering tenderness in his eyes.

   (end of this chapter)