Being His Little Fox

Seeing that he hadn't spoken, Song Yi raised his eyebrows, tilted his head, and smiled: "Huh?"

"I'm looking for you." Wen Hexiang regained consciousness and said, "I heard that you were discharged from the hospital and planned to come and pick you up. When you went there, the nurse said you were gone. I had to come and wait."

Wen Hexiang was able to arrive before Song Yi because Song Yi bought some daily necessities on the road.

Song Yi put his hands in the pockets of his clothes, and he was a little lazy: "Talk to me for business?"

"Talk about Tang Si."

The end of Song Yi's eyes suddenly raised an arc, and her red lips softly: "Talk about how you are not good to him?"

She has needles in her smile and sarcasm in her words.

Song Yi, a woman, can always say the harshest things with a smile.

Unfortunately, you can't be angry yet.

They laughed like a flower, bright and brilliant, and they all said that if you stretch out your hand and don't hit the smiley person, she is smiling, and you are angry because you are wrong.

Wen Hexiang just talked to her for a few words, and felt that she was a thorny person, not easy to communicate, unlike the superficial, feminine and feminine woman.

Song Yi is charming, soft, beautiful, and has a very bullying look, and the breath that comes out of that bone, with a sharp and cold arrogance, combined, you will feel that this woman is not good bully.

Belongs to the kind of people who conceal a knife in a smile and stab you softly.

"No, I don't think you will be happy with him." Wen Hexiang said politely, "His career is dangerous, and he can't accompany you often. As someone who came by, I would like to remind you that he is my son. I understand His temperament."

"He doesn't even go home, how busy you think he is."

Song Yi smiled, his tone suddenly cold: "He doesn't even return home, how do you understand his temperament? You shouldn't think about why he doesn't go home?"

"Also, Uncle Wen, I call you Uncle Wen to respect you as Tang Si's father. Otherwise, in your position, you must respectfully call me President Song, or Miss Song."

"Father, he keeps disgusting his profession. At the banquet, Tang Si risked a risk and saved a dog? You are more grateful for saving a dog. Not only are you not grateful, you stepped on him."

"nausea."

Song Yi said with a cold face: "If it wasn't for Tang Si to make a good layout, let me see if you still have this dog's life today."

"Do you know why he does this job and this job? Because he wants to save all darkness? It's impossible for him by himself."

"He never thought of stepping out of the darkness. He just wanted to let people later feel the ray of light and hope from his torn mouth in the darkness. People like you really don't deserve to be his father."

"You can have a son like Tang Si, I really don't think you taught him well."

She was full of sarcasm in her words, she was not worthy for Tang Si.

There is no need to save such a black-hearted man.

After Song Yi said this, he only felt heartache, and only felt dull and depressed.

How could there be such a father? She couldn't feel his affection for Tang Si from Wen Hexiang.

Song Yi left directly after speaking, not wanting to talk more.

Li Wen glanced at Wenxiangxiang, did not speak, and followed Song Yi upstairs.

Song Yi went upstairs in the cold wind, Tang Si's face and figure floated clearly in her mind, and the scenes were sinking in her heart.

The work of Interpol is to often see darkness and filth, and Tang Si's private life is not so comfortable.

Tang Si's low-mellow and pleasant voice was also in her ears, and... and he jumped off the building, he committed suicide, he didn't want to live.

The first time I met his lazy and decadent breath under his wild skin.

To be honest, the arrival of Wen and Xiang today brought the immature conjectures in her mind into reality...

Tang Si...Depression may be mild or severe.

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