Sweet Desire! The Cold Lord God, Who Can Tease, Coax, and Act Coquettish.

Feng Buli liked his pure, cute and unpretentious look. He took two steps forward, forcibly pulled Zhou Siyu over and held him in his arms.

She coaxed him gently, “Okay, I won’t tease you anymore. Isn’t he just Zhou Sijin? How can he rebel?”

“Tomorrow night, our Feng family is going to hold a cocktail party. I took a look at the guest list and he is also invited.”

“When the time comes, I will send Zhou Sijin a glass of wine, pick a few men for him, take some photos, and send them to Grandpa Zhou.”

As he spoke, the man’s eyes curved into a sinister arc.

As if he had found some magic weapon to please a beautiful woman, he smiled and pinched Zhou Siyu’s face: “Tell me, will he still be able to be the head of the Zhou family by then?”

Zhou Siyu finally felt better and stopped crying. He rubbed his head against Feng Buli’s hand and said, “Brother Buli, you are the best.”

… …

On the night of the cocktail party, Du Linyuan originally wanted to accompany Si Jin.

However, as luck would have it, during the day, a large number of disaster victims poured into the imperial city with nowhere to stay. More than a dozen ministers rushed to the palace despite the night and jointly accused the imperial envoy Feng Buli of embezzling disaster relief funds.

There was no other way, Du Linyuan could only reluctantly let go of Si Jin and sit back in the warm room to discuss solutions with the dozen or so ministers.

State affairs were more important, so Si Jin could only give him a reluctant farewell kiss and rush to the cocktail party with her female secretary.

Perhaps it was because this “Feng Buli” had the same name as the president of Feng Group that aroused Si Jin’s interest.

Along the way, he was listening to Xiaoyao telling the story of “Feng Buli”.

When they arrived, they were pleasantly surprised to find that the man who was hugging Zhou Siyu at the party and Feng Buli, who embezzled disaster relief funds, were a perfect match.

This plane is so magical.

Si Jin suddenly became interested, his eyes filled with evil amusement: Look, my dear, are these two the same person?

Xiaoyao compared it and pressed his paw on the virtual system. After a while, he got the result: [Yes! ]

[This Feng Buli was one of the first people to discover the disorder of time and space. ]

[The mirror in his room can also connect to this world, but… it’s connected to Zhou Siyu’s room, ugh ugh! ]

At this point, Xiaoyao lowered his head and vomited for a while, then picked up a small handkerchief and wiped his mouth elegantly before continuing: [With Zhou Siyu’s help, Feng Buli adapted to modern society very quickly, and he would constantly exchange the so-called “antiques” for money in this world.]

[Later, he even stole things from the palace and sold them, day after day, year after year, and that’s how he built his current business! ]

Oh, not only did he embezzle disaster relief funds, but he also stole royal property.

Si Jin was very good at grasping the key points. Based on his previous experience of quick travel, he had determined the crime for Feng Buli in a short while.

If someone is tortured in public, all nine generations of his clan will be punished, and his descendants will be prohibited from taking the imperial examinations.

Having said that, he no longer cared about Xiao Yao’s reply. As if he was aiming at some rare prey, he slowly walked towards Feng Buli.

Seeing the person approaching, Zhou Siyu lowered her head again and tugged at the corner of Feng Buli’s clothes delicately: “He’s coming, he’s coming.”

Feng Buli’s gaze was on the other little boy. He just barely reacted after being reminded like this.

He motioned Zhou Siyu to step back, and raised his glass to Si Jin with determination: “Master Zhou, I am honored that you have come here. Come, I’ll toast you a glass.”

[Sir, you can’t drink this wine! Because he…]

I know.

Without Xiaoyao’s reminder, Si Jin would not drink.

He looked around, spotted the locations of the men arranged by Feng Buli, and raised his hand politely.

Just as he was about to take the wine and pour it on the ground to see this group of people off in advance, he discovered that his female secretary had taken the wine in mid-air and drank it all in one gulp.

The look he gave Feng Buli was full of hostility, but on the surface, he still remained polite and respectful.

He nodded slightly and said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Jin doesn’t know how to drink, so I’ll do it for him.”