The Group Pet Sister Became the Petite Bag of the Powerful Minister - Chapter 772

   Chapter 772 Untitled Chapter

  Siyu’s eyes narrowed suddenly.

   The jaws were tensed, the corners of the eyes were red, and the blood stains on the corners of the lips had grown even larger because of the bite, and her name was squeezed out of the gap between her teeth, “Song Zhao!”

  Song Zhao always stared at Siyu soberly and rationally.

   The girl’s beautiful eyes are pure black and white, with a three-point clarity.

   The faces of the two people almost collided with the suppressed emotions when they spoke.

   Disordered breath.

  Siyu stared at her fiercely, and in her eyes, she could clearly see his reflection inside.

   She was so calm, so decisive, like staying out of the way.

   And the blood in his eyes was like a fire, revealing a turbulent madness, which made people shudder.

   “How can you treat me like that.”

   He grabbed Song Zhao by the back of the neck and inserted his fingers into the hair on the back of her head.

   “What if you have selfish desires? You and I are husband and wife, so you should go to me, right?”

Song Zhao was forced to look up at him, revealing his breath, calm and indifferent, “You think it belongs to you, but the world doesn’t think so. What if you sit on the throne of the emperor? You know the history books. You will be defined as a traitor, and in the eyes of the world, your name will eventually be unjustified. Our future children, the loyal and loyal members of the Song family, will be stained with unclean filth because of you? Have you ever thought about it?”

  Siyu’s body froze, and suddenly let go of his hand.

   His eyes drooped and he suddenly took a deep breath.

   The exposed lips had two small mouths, and blood was oozing out.

   So, this is the real reason why Song Zhao didn’t choose him.

   and Tantai Mo, and Manchu civil and military, and the world are the same.

  A Zhao… Do you also think he is not worthy of being an emperor?

Too,

   She always felt that he was bad… Even because of that absurd past life dream, she really thought that he would perish.

  The first malicious approach was just to assassinate him, and this is also the case when he was not selected.

The reason.

  Because Song Zhao felt from the bottom of his heart that he was a downright bad guy.

“Song Zhao, I’m not good enough for you. From the beginning to the end, I have always taken my life to protect you. I have never done anything wrong to you, offended the people of Limin for you, and disloyalty for you… but you You only care about the honor of your Song family, do you have any conscience?”

   His voice was low, decadent and hoarse.

   is like a trapped beast strangled by its neck and screaming.

   How could you be disappointed.

   He likes her so much that he can’t wait to give her the whole world.

  Like is not the choice and understanding of each other, the trust and dependence of the handle.

   But Song Zhao had the slightest choice to understand him, did he trust him?

No.

   Not at all.

   “Song Zhao, do you really like me?”

  If you are happy, why don’t you have basic trust.

   If you are happy, why should you hide it from him?

  If he is happy, why never consider it from his point of view?

Maybe,

  Siyu didn’t dare to think about it. With this thought, he seemed to have fallen into a bottomless abyss.

  Song Zhao lowered his eyebrows, unable to tell what he was feeling.

  My heart is full.

   She couldn’t bear Si Yu’s discomfort, but she couldn’t take a step back and said seriously, “I don’t want you to be the emperor, and it’s two different things for me to please you.”

   Silence in the house.

After a long time, Si Yu smiled, “What if I have to?”

   “Then we will reconcile,”

  Song Zhao said, “I am not qualified to stop you from doing things, but I am qualified to quit. I will not let my children and my family fall into infidelity.”

  Siyu’s face turned pale instantly.

  The suffocating pain in his chest spread, and he suddenly and fiercely kissed Song Zhao’s lips.

   Almost venting, biting like a beast.

  Song Zhao frowned in pain, but did not move.

   She was quiet, letting the man blow his breath.

   The silhouettes of the two people overlapped and disordered in the room, as if they were caught in a crazy but silent contest.

   In the end, Si Yu was defeated, holding Song Zhao’s lips and asking, “Really willing to part with me?”

  Song Zhao’s clothes were torn apart and his hair was messy. He raised his hand and pressed his bitten bleeding lip, then laughed, “Try it.”

  Siyu paused for a while, and then followed with a smile, he pinched her cheeks without pity, his eyes were sickly crazy, “What the **** is your heart made of? Huh?”

   (end of this chapter)