Seeing Song Chen'ai pursued the matter to the end.

Lan gritted her teeth and knelt down directly for Song Chen'ai.

"Mother, what are you doing? I am your son, how can you kneel down to me?" Song Chen'ai reached out to help Lan up.

Lan held his thighs, "If you dare to go to your grandmother's place to talk, I will not be able to kneel here. You are going to ruin your cousin and your mother!"

Song Chen'ai was cold, "My cousin did something wrong and should have taken responsibility."

Lan was angry, but begged, "Brother Ai, just beg you as your mother, and you just pretend that this has never happened. At worst, I can't let Zijie marry Song Zhao?

The Lan family is also your in-laws, and they depend on the Song family. If you know about your grandmother, your grandmother will definitely draw a clear line with the Lan family. I will also be taken away from the right to manage the back home. Why are you so selfish!"

Song Chen'ai looked dull.

He stood stiffly, and his body felt an unprecedented cold...

On the one hand, he is his sister who wants to make up for love, and on the other hand, he is his mother.

Although she had never given him maternal love, she was always the mother who gave birth to him and raised him.

Silence for a long time.

Song Chen'ai said mutely, "I can't tell my grandmother, but Lan Zijie will move out of the Song Mansion immediately.

And from today on, you must be very kind to the little devil and do your duty as a second aunt. Otherwise, I will reveal the truth to my grandmother at any time!”

Lan knew that it was not easy to make Song Chen'ai compromise, although this would make it difficult for her to find another opportunity to betroth Song Zhao to Lan Zijie.

*

At this moment, Song Zhaozheng sneaked to the back door and leaned out his little head.

Tonight, Song Chen'ai came to her and said she wanted to help her deal with Lan Zijie and let her change the yard to sleep with him.

It happened that she received a letter from Si Yu's flying pigeon and asked her to come to the back door to wait for him.

It was midnight, and Song Zhao felt that she shouldn't have come, but she still came by chance.

After waiting for a while, a lazy and casual voice came from above, "Which girl is this?"

Song Zhao raised his head.

The powerful minister wearing a black regular dress stood on the edge of the wall with his hands behind his back, staring at Song Zhao with a smile.

He turned down, looked straight into her eyes, licked the corner of his lips and chuckled,

"So it's my home~"

Song Zhao ignored his intentional ambiguous attitude and asked seriously, "Fourth brother, it's midnight, what did you ask me to do?"

Si Yu laughed softly.

"It's late at night, you can come if you want to come." His voice was a little low, and it was a little hoarse in Song Zhao's ears, "Are you afraid that my brother will sell you?"

Song Zhao looked at him, "Do you do?"

“…”

Si Yu's eyes were deep, and he sighed with helplessness and compromise.

He leaned over slightly, his thin lips almost touched Song Zhao's ears, and the warm breath sprayed down.

"Don't dare."

Song Zhao felt a hint of wetness in his ears, as if he had licked her. She covered her ears and stepped back, and said with a stern face, "I am a serious girl, you can't be so flirtatious to me."

Si Yu lifted his eyelids and stood up slightly.

He grabbed it with one hand and hugged Song Zhao directly.

Song Zhao stretched out his hand and pushed him.

He cut his hands back and pinched his slender waist.

"Fourth brother, you are doing a disciple. I'm angry." Song Zhao felt that he was not respected.

Si Yu smiled, his peach blossom eyes became deeper and deeper.

"You know that I am happy with you, but you still come to your door."

The man's eyes bent, his pupils were pitch black and beautiful, as if a gentle and fine light fell.
Chapter completed!