Being His Little Fox

Her feminine posture and exquisite appearance seem to be a gift from God, and she is as beautiful as a person's heart.

The two of them had a very unpleasant quarrel last night, so when Song Yi saw him come in, she did not speak.

Tang Si put his hands around his chest, tapped his elbow between his slender fingers, and said in a calm voice, "I heard that you have an alibi. At your house, let's take a trip, Miss Song."

He broke the silence first.

He learned the news last night.

I also learned that Song Yi originally wanted to talk to himself about this yesterday, but it ended.

Song Yi heard that he felt that his superior tone was quite awkward, but she has always been a person who knows current affairs, and doesn't care that the person who goes with her to get evidence is Tang Si.

He grabbed a bright face, stood up with his arms supported, and stood silently, looking a lot more obedient than last night, at least not bright and charming like a little sun.

It may also be that the police station she was afraid of had no familiar people, and she broke up with him, suppressing her nature.

She had been sitting for a long time, her legs were a little numb, just after two steps, she staggered twice without any promise, and leaped straight towards him—

Tang Si has received professional training, so he still had some on-the-spot reactions.

He was slightly to the side, avoiding Song Yi, to prevent her from jumping into his arms.

While avoiding, he stretched out his hand to firmly grasp Song Yi's arm.

Her arms are thin and smooth.

Song Yi's arm was pulled by the man, and he could clearly feel the roughness on the man's arm, which was a cocoon.

There is also a strong smell of tobacco in the snort.

It's not light, it's thick, much thicker than the one I smelled at that time.

Between the lightning and flint, she hooked her body and stood firm, because she was still wearing the little sling, and it was unnecessary to mention the act of bending.

Under the light, her skin was white, and Tang Si's eyes stopped for less than a second before moving away.

After she stood firm, she immediately covered her chest, and Tang Si released her arm.

Putting your hands in your trouser pockets, you can see this little movement of her, and her Adam's apple moved slightly: "Wearing so cool, what else are you blocking?"

The man's voice is very weak, a little hoarse, but it sounds nice.

But not knowing what was going on, Song Yi felt that he heard the irony in these words.

She sneered: "Do you men think that women don't wear them like this? Do you want me to take it off and show you the difference?"

Song Yi always came along and did everything like that.

Tang Si pursed his lips, not planning to pick up her words.

He is a man and doesn't want to argue with a woman about these things.

Seeing Tang Si did not speak.

"You keep me locked up here, and you don't want me to change my clothes." Song Yi said again: "I'm not cool at all, I'm going to smell bad."

Can't take a bath.

Tang Si didn't answer her, and the topic ended.

Until they got into the car, neither of them spoke.

Song Yi found that he didn't even mean to interrogate her, if he had tried to pry something out of her mouth before.

She sat in the co-pilot and watched Tang Si fasten her seat belt. She took a series of lazy and indifferent movements, spreading her legs, holding the steering wheel with one hand, looking at the rear-view mirror from time to time, and reversing the car. The parking lot.

The man carried a watch on his wrist. Song Yi could not recognize what brand it was. It was black, mysterious and atmospheric.

Maybe it's just a random brand, but when Tang Si wears it like this, this watch seems invaluable and expensive.

He held the steering wheel in his hand, in a reckless posture, the meridians in his hand bulged, and sometimes moved with his movements, Song Yi swallowed.

So sexy.

These hands are not delicate, they are slender and strong, with distinct joints, very masculine, and the raised meridians are even more wild.

How come this man is so attractive everywhere?

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