Being His Little Fox

Suit pants, leather shoes, shirts.

With a fierce and fierce energy, he attacked him.

He wanted to resist.

The man saw Chen Jiu appearing at the door with a gun, only to hear him sternly: "Shoot!"

"Bang!" The bullet hit his knee, impartially.

Neat and clean.

Tang Si loosened the rope and landed.

Looking condescendingly at the person in front of him, he lay on the ground trying to get up,

Tang Si looked wild and brutal, with ruthless eyes in his eyes. He lowered his eyes and wrapped his tie around his hand with punches and punches. His movements were slow, but with hostility.

Then the thin lips slowly licked their flaps, rustling and wild.

Bend down and pulled the people on the ground directly.

Without saying anything, he slammed a fist in his face.

With no strength at all, the man was hit and fell directly to the ground, and Tang Si picked up another punch after another.

After a long time, Tang Si shook his hand.

The hair was sweaty, a little wet, the messy hair was in front of my eyes, the shirt was not clean, I was wearing it loosely, and the rolled up sleeves were also loose.

One corner of the shirt has come out of the pants, and the other corner is loosely tied into the pants, as if it will come out in the next second.

The whole body is full of wild desires, and the hostility surrounds him, adding to the cruelty and yin.

The comprehensive temperament, wild and endless, cold and bottomless, like the abyss of the black sea.

Tang Si was carrying the collar of the man, who had been beaten into a faint, and the man looked at Tang Si in a daze.

Cold eyes stared at him: "Your gun is at her, I'm killing Lao Tzu."

"You want Lao Tzu's life..." Tang Si licked the back alveolar with the tip of his tongue and punched again, knocking him down again.

He pulled the person up and punched again: "I told you that ten lives are not enough!"

Tang Si condescendingly looked at the dying man.

He gave another unrelenting kick: "If I'm the **** person, you can try to see if you can live from upstairs here."

...

Around 00:30 at night.

The club site was slowly evacuated, and everyone was brought back to the team.

The bomb was dismantled without danger, and those children were also taken away for interrogation.

Heavy rain, just say it, rumbling thunder, and lightning.

The rain was desperate, and puddles of various sizes were hit on the ground.

The temperature was suddenly cold.

When returning to the team, Tang Si reported to his superiors: "You must be dead at the exits of Ningcheng. The fake Jiang Wei must be here to delay time to attract the attention of the police."

"The real Jiang Nai is likely to be out of stock, or to receive the goods."

After the urgent report is completed, what awaits him are reports of various sizes, meetings, conclusions, and the next investigation plan, aimed at the incident tonight.

...

Song Yi was sent to the hospital. She stared at the heavy rain outside, her eyes darkened and her complexion unsightly.

The ear is bandaged.

It's just a bullet, so if you get closer, don't want her ears.

Song father and Song mother cared and comforted, Song Yi only said that he wanted a quiet rest.

In the end, both parents and Li Wen were sent away with this reason.

Mother Song was also worried whether her daughter would be frightened. Father Song called Li Wen to pay attention to Song Yi's emotions.

Mother Song herself was weak and sick, knowing that Song Yi was injured and almost fainted. Father Song must let her go back to rest, or she will fall.

Song Yi had no sleep all night, and his mind was full of Tang Si. How was he, was he injured, what was going on in this matter? Is there a solution?

Lots of questions, lots of worries.

Holding the phone in her hand, she kept the screen repeatedly and turned on all night, but...no news all night.

Looking outside the window, the heavy rain kept falling, and the whole night, brainwashed and wet, surrounded her tightly.

The time came to around 9:00 in the morning, the sky was still cloudy, the rain continued, and there was still no news about Tang Si.

She bit her lip and couldn't bear it anymore, lifted the quilt and got out of the bed, ready to leave.

"Ring Ling Ling--" At this moment, the mobile phone in his hand rang suddenly.

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