Being His Little Fox

See the man in front of him clearly, with a delicate face, and a faint smile on his lips.

His face gradually became clear in Song Nuan's horrified blur.

"Brother Jingsheng?" Song Nuan was trembling.

Fu Jingsheng pulled her up from the ground: "What's the matter?"

"Frightened and panicked."

Song Nuan lowered his eyes: "I, I just went to the bathroom and felt someone was staring at me."

"Really?" Fu Jingsheng's deep eyes glanced at the toilet, squinted his eyes, the toilet was brightly lit, and the cold wind was blowing the chandelier at the door, and the reflected shadow was also in the toilet. The wall shakes.

Except for this, he also found nothing wrong.

He raised his hand, gently pressed Song Nuan's shoulder, and pointed to the lamp: "Did you see it, it may be these shadows, nothing else."

Song Nuan stared without blinking, and nodded for a long while.

Maybe it really is the shadow.

Seeing that she was still a little absent-minded, Fu Jingsheng spoke in a faint tone: "Besides, Xiao Nuannuan is so good-looking, it's normal for someone to stare."

Song Nuan was originally in shock, but seeing Fu Jingsheng slightly reduced some nervousness.

"When did you come back?"

"Last night." Fu Jingsheng said, "I came back and rested for a night. I will come to you when I finish my work today. You are about to have a birthday. Then my brother will have a birthday for you, okay?"

Hearing this, Song Nuan laughed: "Okay."

They hadn't seen each other for a long time. Before, my sister always refused to let her play with Fu Jingsheng, thinking that Fu Jingsheng would take her to the ground.

But she thinks that Jingsheng brother is a very good person.

......

Fu Jingsheng took Song Nuan back.

At home, after a meal, the process of eating was not so harmonious.

Song Nuan sat next to Fu Jingsheng, and Song Yi was next to Tang Si. It happened that Fu Jingsheng and Tang Si were facing each other.

"Team Tang, I won't be drunk tonight." Fu Jingsheng held up his wine glass: "Whoever doesn't drink is a **** dog..."

As soon as I said this, the second half was not said, haha, squatting under the table: "Wow--"

What happened to the dog? Discriminate against dogs?

Haha looks fierce.

Fu Jingsheng: "......"

His lips moved, forget it, good people don't fight dogs.

The main reason is that he can't bite a dog.

The front of the conversation turned around naturally: "Whoever doesn't drink is a **** pig!"

Haha wagging his tail with satisfaction and left.

Fu Jingsheng gritted his teeth and studied how dog meat is good.

Tang Si poured a glass of wine slowly, looking at Fu Jingsheng, his tone was light: "Don't think about the idea of ​​haha."

He raised the cup, his peach blossom eyes reflected some bright light, and his smile was deep and shallow: "Just drink with you."

In a word, see through Fu Jingsheng's mind.

It only makes people feel that contact with people like Tang Si is too scary, and it seems that there is no secret.

Psychological insight is too thorough.

Fu Jingsheng snorted softly.

Tang Si specified that he could not drink him, he was notoriously good drinker.

After one or two hours.

Fu Jingsheng was drunk and said, "Drink, drink! Brother Si, drink!"

He held the cup and stood up shaking: "Brother Si, today, I'm not drunk."

His face was stained red with alcohol, Song Nuan pulled his sleeve: "Brother, you are drunk."

"I'm not drunk!" Fu Jingsheng withdrew his hand and continued to want to toast Tang Si.

Song Nuan frowned and stood up slowly.

Under Song Yi and Tang Si's attention, they stood on the stool.

In the next second, he raised his hand and moved towards Fu Jingsheng's back neck.

Fu Jingsheng held the cup, feeling black in front of him.

There was a girl's soft voice in her ear: "Brother, you are so noisy, take a break, you can drink for a while and I can't finish my homework."

"..."

Fu Jingsheng was finally helped to sleep in the guest room, and Song Nuan went to the study to do his homework.

In an instant, only Song Yi and Tang Si were left.

Song Yi took La Tang Si's hand, his eyes fell on his face, and he observed Tang Si's expression: "Are you okay?"

After drinking so much, that person has become drunk into a puddle of mud, and this person still doesn't change his face.

Is it really good to drink, or is it bad to drink?

Tang Si smiled faintly: "It's okay."

The light was above his head, it seemed that he was covered with a layer of gauze, his tone was very magnetic, with a husky faint smell of alcohol.

The smell of laziness drenched the whole atmosphere.

The man looked sideways, looked at her, and smiled to himself.

Slowly rolled up his sleeves, stood up and tidied the dishes on the table, and said, "Baby, how do I feel that your expression looks a little disappointed?"

Song Yi frowned and stared at his hands that cleaned up the dishes, and followed his slender hands all the way to see his face: "What am I disappointed in?"

Tang Si held the bowls and chopsticks in one hand and looked down at her. Condescendingly, Song Yi was sitting. At this angle, her face looked even more petite, and her eyes lifted lightly and brightly.

He stooped suddenly, unable to help himself, with the other hand propped on the table top, leaning towards the little woman.

The tall man's figure covered him, he blocked the light, and Song Yi was instantly shrouded in shadows, and the masculine smell of a little alcohol swept her over the sky. She stepped back until her back was close to the back of the chair: "what?"

His eyebrows were dyed and smiled: "I shouldn't have answered it just now, I should answer very well, right?"

This tone is soft and airy, and the tail is deliberately raised a little bit, and it is a little bit bad.

Deliberately teasing her.

Due to Song Yi's recent retreat, coupled with Song Yi's own small size and small skeleton, one-third of the land was left in front of the chair, which happened to give Tang Si a chance.

He pushed her on one knee and knelt on the third of the ground.

Looking at Song Yi up close.

Song Yi's face was red, his ears and cheeks were hot, and he blinked at Tang Si: "What are you doing?"

Tang Si pursed his lower lip, frowned, staring at Song Yi for a long while.

For a long time, the man put the bowls and chopsticks on the table: "Do it."

Immediately, he held her big hand on the back of her head and took her to her side.

Song Yi shuddered to push his shoulders, frightened by him, and his body was a little soft when he was pushed up. He didn't push him hard enough: "Nuan Nuan hasn't slept yet."

This is a bit like half pushing and half pushing, and if you want to refuse, you are welcome.

Who can stand this.

"It's my business." Tang Si didn't care, his lips fell on the corner of her mouth: "I wanted to clean up the table first."

With an intoxicating smile in his tone, he squeezed her chin: "But now I feel...my little beauty needs me to clean up."

The sky outside is dark.

Song Nuan yawned and came out of the study, ready to pour some water, just in time to see Tang Si holding Song Yi back to the bedroom.

"Bang—" The door was closed by Tang Si.

Song Nuan blinked, tilted his head and looked at the door, puzzled.

Shouldn't it be brother-in-law who is drunk? Why is my sister being taken in, she is not blind, right?

......

at the same time.

The places that are dark and can be illuminated by lights are also shrouded in fog.

The black fog in the night blurred people's eyes.

Under the street lamp of a certain villa, it looks like a figure of a girl running away. I can’t really see it, I’m covered by this black mist...

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