Being His Little Fox

Everyone has his own way of living.

Everyone has different ways of living, and imposing them will only make people feel painful.

Ningxia Chuan said that Tang Si is not alive, he is too thorough.

More thorough than anyone else.

After so many years, Tang Si was depressed and eroded in his bones, how could he move? Can't pull it at all.

If you want him to bask in the sun, it's impossible to see the sun. You want to see the sun when you work as a detective?

What you can see is all the dark sides of the world.

He was indifferent to everything, which made him feel cold-blooded by everyone.

Everyone gradually alienated him, feeling that he was not easy to get along with, and he was a monster.

Tang Si has always been a smart and transparent person, and of course he knew the problem.

So he became like this.

Laughing all the year round, lazy and stubborn, wild and boundless, with calm and restrained, and coldness of the top of a snow-capped mountain.

He is glamorous and looks better than anyone else.

In fact, the bones are all rotten, dark, like walking dead.

He will do what the world likes and accept, but he is not a real walking dead, he still has his own ideas.

You see, he still thinks of punishing evil and promoting good, thinking of serving the people, thinking of everything good for the world.

But, now, he loves someone and is desperate.

What about rot?

The dead wood is in spring again, and time will be washed and washed, and it will always get better day by day.

Ningxia Chuan pursed his lips: "Okay, I won't say it."

Tang Si smiled: "Don't talk about it later."

"I said so much tonight, I want to tell you, I understand what you say, I don't want to listen to you Rory every time."

"It's the same as the old mother."

Tang Si stood up straight, with a faint smile on his face, he patted Ning Xiachuan's shoulder: "Knowing that you are good for me, and you have a good heart, I will go in first and return to the team later.

After speaking, Tang Si turned and left.

Looking at his back, Ning Xiachuan suddenly added: "Tang Si, you should see a doctor regularly. You have to take medicine."

"Otherwise I will report your situation to my superiors."

Tang Si suddenly stopped.

Ning Xiachuan looked at his back and said: "At that time, you couldn't work, you had to cooperate."

As a good friend, a good brother, he can't let him go like this.

Tang Si's back remained unchanged, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a second or two, he looked back.

There was a smile on his face, and there was a big smile in his eyes.

"Okay." He said, "I will arrange it."

...

In the clubhouse.

This is a birthday party for a rich man.

There are also many daughters and ladies.

"Have you heard? The boss of the Wen family is here." A group of them discussed.

"Which?"

"I heard it's called Tang Si? With his mother's surname. He has never participated in these activities."

"It's handsome, I heard it's a policeman?"

"The police can't. The police are too busy to talk about love. Besides, I heard that he has no place in the Wen family. What's the use of being handsome? Don't even think about hooking him up. It is said to inherit the family business."

"But..." One of them pointed to the other table, Song Yi sat there, and Wen Mu sat opposite her.

There is also the parents of both parties.

"It seems that he is going on a blind date with the lady of the Song family?"

Song Yi was forced to come here to have a blind date with Wen Mu, but she refused in her heart.

But it's not good to just get up and leave, it's impolite.

Besides, Wen Mu and Tang Si seem to be brothers, and the one sitting opposite her should also be Tang Si's parents?

She should be more respectful to Tang Si's parents.

When Tang Si came in, he heard these ladies chatting and saw Song Yi sitting there talking with Wen Mu and the others.

The woman is charming, gentle and generous, with a sweet and soft smile.

It's what every lady should be.

Wen Mu also poured water for her and gave her food, a gentleman.

Tang Si paused slightly, frowned, licked his lips, turned and walked in the other direction.

Song Yi here, seeing the familiar figure from his back, seemed to be in a bad mood.

Song Yi's heart trembled and quickly stood up: "I'm sorry, I, I'm going to go to the toilet, and I am disaccompanyed."

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