Being His Little Fox

Song Yi: "..."

"But you belong to another kind. You look good at first, and you still dress up to keep you from living? You are an indirect killer."

...

Song Nuan got up and slowly went to get his bag: "I'm going to class, my parents are on a business trip, maybe I will be back tonight."

Song Yi answered softly, "Well, you must pay attention to safety."

"Ok."

Song Nuan was outside, just one word, soft.

She just went out, wearing a white t-shirt and slacks, she looked youthful, with a high ponytail, showing a nice little face.

And Song Yi are completely two types of girls.

The walk is also slow, showing a bit of elegance, soft and soft, very ladylike, and very clear.

She looked down to see if she had forgotten anything in her bag while walking.

"Hmm--" Suddenly, she bumped into someone, her head buzzing with her hard chest.

She covered her forehead and raised her eyes, and saw the man staring at her with Danfeng eyes condescendingly.

There was a breath of bitterness and disgust.

"Disgusting." He said.

There was disdain in the narrow eyes.

"...?" Song Nuan slowly raised a question mark.

Hit her and call her sick?

The little girl frowned, her eyes were dark, and she stepped back without speaking, but bowed deeply, turned and ran away.

Bow, curse you on Huangquan Road, go all the way well.

Song Nuan is actually quite afraid of strangers, and doesn't like to talk to strangers very much, which leads to her soft cuteness, which is so indifferent.

The little girl bowed and got up again, bringing a small breeze, and there was a fragrance of milk.

The man frowned, still disdainful and disgusted.

Immediately, his gaze turned to the Song family house.

...

Song Yi changed her clothes. She was not afraid of death and wore Tang Si's suspenders that were not as big as his pants.

I wore a pair of wide-leg pants underneath.

After looking in the mirror for a while, I finally wore a small shirt outside.

Take the bag and wait for Tang Si to come over.

She walked to the balcony, looked down, and suddenly saw a figure hiding in the garden. Song Yi frowned and looked again.

Hopefully, it was her illusion.

Tang Si came very quickly, and the car stopped steadily at the door.

When Song Yi went downstairs, she received a call from her mother, saying that she would go to dinner with her friends in the evening.

"Besides, I don't know if I'm free."

"Don't go to the field, haven't you heard of the explosion in that village recently? It's terrifying, you are a girl, pay attention to safety and don't put work first."

Song Yi: "..."

She didn't want to say that she was still lighting up the house at the explosion place.

Song Yi talked a few perfunctorily before hanging up the phone.

When I got into the car, the man was holding a cigarette in his hand, and when he saw Song Yi coming up, he pinched it out.

Song Yi found out that he was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses today, which covered a bit of ruffled peachy eyes, and the whole person looked a bit more wild and elegant.

A gray casual outfit, lazy style, set off his temperament better.

Song Yi's attracted heart beats.

This kind of gentle scum looks really inviting.

"Why do you smoke again?" Song Yi sat in the co-pilot and deliberately took off his jacket and shirt.

Showing his collarbone and right-angled shoulders, his black hair draped over his chest, staring at Tang Si with wintry eyes.

She fanned her face with her hand: "It's so hot."

"The air conditioner is turned on." Song Yi said, as if it was really hot, and pulled forward with the strap, as if it was breathing...

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