Xia's mother was frightened and frightened, holding her daughter to wipe her tears, "What should I do, Sister Yao, we have lost the protection of the prince. You were expelled from Canglan College again, what should I do in the future? What should I do with your marriage?"

Xia Qingyao's face was pale.

Song Jingxian was so cold-blooded and ruthless that he wanted to repay his kindness and protect her for the rest of his life.

But she was just dealing with Song Zhao on the spot, and he abandoned her.

However, what Xia Qingyao hated even more was Song Zhao.

Her deliberate deliberation made Song Jingxian feel cold to Song Zhao, but Song Zhao didn't have to do anything, which made Song Jingxian soften her heart and turn back.

"Mom, it's no longer a problem of marriage. Once Song Jingxian finds out that I have replaced that bitch Song Zhao, he will kill me. So we must find someone who can protect us now."

Xia Qingyao never hangs her in a tree.

Song Jingxian was useless, so she had to find another branch.

She was unwilling to be inferior to others forever. She wanted to be the best, to trampled Song Zhao under her feet, and to make everyone who despised her regretful.

Even if she is in a mess now, what?

Xia's mother was at a loss.

Xia Qingyao's eyes were weird and cold, "Mom, send me to the prince's mansion!"

*

Song Jingxian returned to the main hall.

Old Mrs. Song looked relieved, and her eldest grandson was finally saved.

Her tone was soft, "Brother Xian, tomorrow morning, bring Boli and follow Brother Fu to visit the Medicine King. There are some things, and it's time to have an explanation."

Song Jing's eyes were shocked.

He asked in surprise, "Grandma, what do you mean?"

Old Mrs. Song planned to give him a vaccination and said, "You are a smart person, you should think about it carefully. How could a woman like Xia Qingyao, who is obsessed with ulterior motives, dare to save you for a lifetime?"

Song Jingxian pursed his lips.

He was biased towards Xia Qingyao before, because he felt that Xia Qingyao was sincere to him.

But now I know that Xia Qingyao has ulterior motives. Without that filter, he can analyze problems rationally.

When his grandmother mentioned this, he was really a little suspicious.

But if it weren't for Xia Qingyao, who would it be?

Inexplicably, Song Jingxian's heartbeat was a little faster.

It seems that he should go to the Medicine King to verify it.

*

Flower window facing the rain.

Two lotus lanterns are lit in the boudoir.

Si Yu stood tall and stood on the edge of the collapse, staring at a small ball that was gathered up in the quilt.

Song Zhao obediently closed his eyes and fell asleep. He probably felt hot, so he stretched out his legs and kicked the quilt open.

I only wore a middle coat, with the collar open, revealing small white jade-like skin.

Si Yu's eyes are deep.

Suddenly, the little girl's voice sounded softly in my mind.

Baby ~

My heart and mouth feel like it was scratched by a cat's paws, making my mouth dry and itchy.

Think, the sun.

Si Yu took a deep breath and suddenly felt that he didn't want to be a human being.

The young wife has not yet had time to go to school, so she has to endure it.

But she was lying in front of him so obediently, clearly tempting him and doing something.

The Adam's apple rolled gently.

Si Yu leaned over and supported her on both sides of her body, first kissing her eyebrows and then kissing the tip of her nose.

The little girl didn't move, her lips pouted slightly.

Is this a sign of hope that he loves her?

The little lady of the Song family is always so greedy for him.

Si Yu kissed the corner of her lips helplessly and compromisedly, licking it lightly.

Song Zhao was woken up by licking.

She opened her eyes with a magnified look.

The lights are dim.

The boy's outline is clear and his nose bridge is straight.

He lowered his head slightly, and the broken hair on his forehead swept across his eyebrows and eyes. The deep eyes seemed to be burning with flames, both desire and fierce.

Really, scary.

Song Zhao shrank back behind the bed in shock, his voice timidly, "Well, Fourth Brother, what are you doing?"

Si Yu's figure paused slightly.

I stood up slowly, but I was not panicked by the bag.

Licking his thin lips, he snorted lightly, "Little baby is quite good at tossing people."

Song Zhao covered his face.

I wondered how I had offended the powerful ministers.
Chapter completed!