Being His Little Fox

Zhan Qinxi's voice came.

Gentle and decent.

Song Yi carried his bag in his hand and looked back at him: "What's the matter?"

The woman's fox eyes came out from under the hat, narrow and charming, and she blinked gently, and her lazy flattery inadvertently teased people.

Zhan Qinxi was stunned for a second.

He walked over with a polite smile on his face: "Let me take the bag for you, save your energy."

As he said, he stretched out his hand to take it, very gentlemanly.

Song Yi leaned slightly with the bag in his hand, dodged without a trace, and looked at him with a smile: "I'm not a charming girl, and I don't need your help. We are teammates, not boyfriends and girls. You don't have to do this. ."

"We should win together, not me dragging you down."

His words were generous and decent, polite and estranged, which directly separated the distance between the two of them by thousands of miles.

Zhan Qinxi frowned.

This woman often has a smile on her face, which seems to be soft and easy to touch. In fact, there is a barrier in that smile to isolate you.

Don't give you any chance to contact and understand her.

Song Yi was in contact with people, just like Tang Si, very measured, knowing what to do and what to say when appropriate.

Appropriately, it won't make people feel uncomfortable, and it won't make people touch their deep heart.

Zhan Qinxi pursed his lips, then smiled and said, "You are all teammates and you are so polite with me?"

"I just thought, you are a girl and I should take care of you."

Song Yi smiled: "Many men are inferior to girls."

After she finished speaking, she continued to walk along the road.

Before setting off, she saw a missing person notice. It was a 10-year-old child who had disappeared. She felt uncomfortable.

Tang Si didn't answer her phone either, it was hanging up.

Don't mention how depressed she is now, just want to go forward and run wild.

As if only this way can ease her mood.

The mountain breeze was blowing with a chill, and Song Yi felt a bit cold, and he trembled slightly, pursing his lips without speaking.

Zhan Qinxi noticed that she was going to clothe her.

Song Yi refused: "It gets hot as I walk."

...

I don't know how long time has passed.

The raindrops were falling finely and densely, with a cool breeze. Song Yi's eyelashes were wet with raindrops and trembled slightly.

Stopped, panting slightly, I have to say, so tired.

It feels like an endless road, and I don't know if I can walk it tomorrow.

In front of me, bushes were thick and green, and the air was full of aromas of plants.

But, obviously, there is no way ahead.

Zhan Qinxi pressed his lips, then said: "It's raining, the road is slippery, there is no road ahead."

He made an opinion: "I'll find the way, you stay here and wait."

"It will be too time-consuming if we are together, I will walk faster by myself."

Song Yi thought for a while: "Then let the cameraman be with you, I will wait here."

It was raining, if Zhan Qinxi went to find the way alone, she was really afraid that something would happen.

"If it really doesn't work, press the watch for help and let them in, we can also abstain from voting." Song Yi said.

Safety in life comes first.

Zhan Qinxi smiled: "I will try my best to lead you to win."

...

The soil and air here are very humid and should belong to the mountainside.

It was raining heavily again, and Song Yi felt extremely uncomfortable.

Zhan Qinxi and the photographer went to find their way. They didn't leave for long, and Song Yi felt like he was bitten to death by a mosquito.

Too many mosquitoes.

She rubbed her arms, curled her mouth, her expression unhappy.

Suddenly, she looked back at the bush.

There seems to be something rustling over there, coming here...

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