Being His Little Fox

Tang Si took a deep breath of the cigarette in his hand.

He then lightly lit a little ash in the ashtray on the table while holding the cigarette.

She frowned slightly. If she had been here, why didn't she tell him?

Or she suspects that she is not on duty, so follow him to the criminal investigation detachment to see if he is really on duty?

But what can she doubt about herself? He shouldn't do anything to sorry Song Yi, right?

"Hi..." Tang Si rubbed his temples slightly.

She didn't come in, perhaps because she was afraid of the police station in her heart, but she wouldn't even call him a call.

After thinking about it, Tang Si clicked on the surveillance replay in the duty room.

I really saw Song Yi's figure on the surveillance.

Then he walked into the blind spot of the surveillance, and then Wen Mu reached the blind spot of the surveillance. The two should be chatting. Song Yi walked back and drove away for a while, and Wen Mu came in at this time.

He took out the phone he had just put in his pocket.

After thinking for a while, I called Song Yi.

There, it was quickly connected: "Hello? Tang Si."

"Yeah." Tang Si had a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, his voice a little vague: "Where?"

Song Yi had just arrived at Night Entertainment and was walking in the lobby: "What's the matter?"

Tang Si smiled and said, "It's okay. If you order a takeaway and eat, you haven't finished your meal yet?"

"I'm not at home, don't order." There was a sound of the elevator door opening.

Tang Si: "Are you out?"

"Well, I went to the company to deal with something. I wanted to see you, but I didn't dare to go in. I was afraid to disturb you, so I left.

Song Yi stepped into the elevator with high heels, and said as he walked, "I just ran into your brother at the door. I chatted with him for a while."

Hearing Song Yi's words, the cigarette in Tang Si's hand tightened slightly.

She didn't lie, and she answered five to ten.

Tang Si's words are tentative, and he wanted to see if Song Yi could lie to himself.

This is what he hid in his bones. He was afraid of being in the dark. Some things came out of instinct to try.

Tang Si twisted his eyebrows, a dryness rose in his heart.

I don't think I need to ask her like this.

Moreover, Song Yi also specifically pointed out that he had met Wen Mu, which proved that Song Yi had heard that he wanted to play with her.

Seeing that Tang Si stopped talking, Song Yi asked tentatively: "He said it was for you. The relationship between you and your family... okay?"

Anyway, based on her observation, it is very bad.

However, the past and experiences from childhood that Wen Mu said were not fake.

Song Yi didn't think about Tang Si's remarks.

This is the instinct of a criminal policeman, and it is also the instinct of Tang Si.

"It's okay." Tang Si said lightly, "That's it, because of work, I have no time to get along with them."

The tone sounds very weak.

The tone is faint, partly because of the clichés just now that I am really not a thing.

Part of the reason was that he really didn't want Song Yi to know what life he had lived before.

He didn't want to see others sympathize with him and pity his eyes.

Especially Song Yi.

Listening to Tang Si's tone, Song Yi raised his eyebrows: "What did you say?"

Tang Si replied again without a loud voice.

"Ding—" When the elevator reached the president's office, Song Yi walked all the way to sit down in the office chair, raised his legs, and laughed at Tang Si's answer: "I said brother, what's wrong? This tone sounds like a sudden Kidney deficiency?"

"Why can't your old kidney get through it?" Tang Si said lightly.

She said the same when we first met.

Song Yi leaned back on the chair with a smile: "You are a man with a low voice like a mosquito. It's hard for people not to doubt that."

She raised her eyes and suddenly saw the things on her bookshelf.

"Huh? Tang Si, will you go home to sleep later at night?"

When Tang Si listened to her words, she didn't take the matter to her heart.

He put the cigarette in the ashtray: "Otherwise?"

"Don't you sleep without sleeping?"

Gag and open your mouth.

"No." Song Yi didn't follow Tang Si's words.

I just took my phone and walked slowly to the bookshelf, looking at the things on the bookshelf: "If you come back, how about I give you a gift? I think you should like it."

When Tang Si heard this, he became interested, and the corners of his lips raised a faint smile: "What?"

"I'll see you off when you come back. If you don't come back and miss this village, there won't be this shop, Officer Tang."

"Back." Tang Si said.

"Then see you at home~" Song Yi said again: "When you go home, help me get the courier, and I will send you the pickup code. It's haha ​​dog food, I can't carry it."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone.

Song Yi exhaled and put the things on the bookshelf into his bag.

She is in a good mood now.

If after listening to Wen Mu said that Tang Si was distressed when she was a child, then the conversation with Tang Si just now was absolutely cured.

Because the current Tang Si is extremely powerful. He is not the boy who was bullied by his family when he was a child. He is now a man who can keep his family bright.

Tang Si like this gave her a sense of truth and steadfastness. What has passed is passed. There is no need for her to verify whether Wen Mu said is true or false.

Whether it is true or not, Tang Si's life at Wen's house is bound to be uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

So there is no need to mention Tang Si’s bad past.

Living with him in the future is the time to live.

"Koukoukou—" Li Wen knocked on the door and came in.

"President Song, psychology is in the reception room."

"it is good."

...

In the reception room.

The psychologist is a man, about twenty-five or six years old.

Wearing casual clothes and glasses, the whole person looks very fashionable and avant-garde, and also very aesthetic.

The clothes look good, and the people are quite handsome.

But Song Yi didn't think handsome.

She has seen thousands of good-looking men, but Tang Si is the most beautiful.

"Hello." Song Yi smiled politely and stretched out a hand towards him: "My name is Song Yi."

"Hello." The psychologist also stood up and touched Song Yi lightly. It was a handshake, very cultivated: "My name is Bo Shiyan. I heard that you have a patient who needs me to see?"

Song Yi laughed: "Please sit down first."

Two people sit down.

Song Yi stared at Bo Shiyan sharply, did not answer his question, but smiled, and said with a chatter: "Mr. Bo, looks quite young."

When Bo Shiyan heard Song Yi's words, he understood: "Yes, I am 25 years old this year, but I am not young, right?"

"Does Mr. Song think that I am still young and inexperienced, so I am not competent?"

Song Yi did have such a meaning, but he wouldn't say it.

She smiled beautifully and charmingly: "Look at what you said, as if I discriminate against age a lot. I run an entertainment company and don't have so many prejudices."

"I just feel that Mr. Bo is young and promising."

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