Being His Little Fox

Song Yila opened the door and got out of the car.

With his back straight, he walked to the door, but was stopped.

The police told her that if she had nothing to report, she should leave on her own. Today, the police station is in a meeting and no outsiders are allowed in.

Song Yi sank his eyebrows and said some good things, but he was indifferent.

"Can I ask you a question?"

The policeman did not answer.

"Is Team Tang inside?"

The policeman laughed and answered politely: "I'm sorry, I really can't tell you this."

"If you are looking for him in a hurry, you can call him. If the call is not answered, you can tell me. I will tell him after seeing him."

Song Yi kept staring inside. The police officer's words were obvious, but he refused.

She had no way to determine whether Tang Si was really inside.

Sighed: "Thank you, no need."

She stepped back.

...

Inside the police office.

He just returned from dealing with Liu Qiang's incident.

The man held his head with one hand, while holding the phone in the other hand, staring at the content of Weibo, he sneered suddenly.

No wonder--

When he got in the car, people around him looked at him with that kind of eyes. If he walked a little later, he might be beaten.

The man stared at the screen, his brows and eyes as thin as frost, without any emotion.

Slide your finger quickly.

Suddenly seeing the familiar two words, his hand stopped instantly.

After reading it clearly, this is a Weibo sent by Song Yi——

On the whole network, the only one to speak for him.

Tang Si's cold face was rarely relieved.

What is this silly girl doing in this muddy water?

Immediately afterwards, he saw the comments below, which were unsightly dirty.

He condensed his eyebrows, and the air-conditioning rose in an instant.

Part of him is afraid that this kind of thing will happen, he will be dirty, why bother to take her together?

Looking sideways, Tang Si took the computer, his fingertips flying on the keyboard——

Wait until he finishes processing the comment area.

—"Make a decision."

——"Oh, time for your mother!"

That night, the woman's voice echoed in her mind leisurely.

She was like that, Ming Yan was decisive, and she did everything cleanly, without giving him any time.

He also wanted to, and wanted to make a clean decision, too many things dragged him down.

The man's peach blossom eyes were turbulent, staring at the Weibo, and finally pressed his forehead against the phone screen.

He restrained the look in his eyes.

Events, like pools of water, are unfathomable.

His thoughts are knotted and messy, and he has never been so messy.

What to do... Tang Si's heart sank again and again.

What should he do...

...

And the door of the police station.

Song Yi hasn't left yet.

She leaned against the door of the car with her mobile phone in her hand, watching the situation inside the police station from time to time.

But the entire police station was quiet, as if nothing happened.

The waiting process is long and difficult.

Song Yi kept flipping through Weibo.

Watching the hot searches above decrease one by one until they disappear completely.

She bit her lower lip, opened the address book, her eyes fell on Tang Si's phone number.

The fingertips paused on it, then moved away. This action was repeated many times.

Anxious about whether this call should be made or not, even if it is made, will someone answer it?

"Ling Ling Ling--" After hesitating, Fu Jingsheng called.

"Have you seen Tang Si? I have solved the online issues with your public relations team." Fu Jingsheng: "Anything about these topics cannot be searched or posted."

"No." Song Yi replied.

Fu Jingsheng: "But there will be someone to help, I don't know who it is."

Song Yi frowned: "Help him?"

Fu Jingsheng said: "Maybe it is to help you, because about his news, that ID has not been processed, and that ID has only processed your comment area. I wanted to track who this is, but I didn't find it."

Song Yi's eyes deepened: "Thanks, you have worked so hard in this matter."

Fu Jingsheng is a hacker, and it is very convenient to deal with this kind of things, so thank you.

Moreover, hackers are easy to find, and hackers who are fully trusted are not easy to find.

"Thank you for what?" Fu Jingsheng: "Xihan asked warmly, it is better to write a huge sum of money."

"Toot toot--" Fu Jingsheng finished speaking, and the phone was hung up.

He was about to scold Song Yi for having no conscience.

"Di——" A transfer text message came in.

Arrived...one, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand...Fu Jingsheng raised his eyebrows, eighty million?

"Tsk, the boss will know if there is any."

Fu Jingsheng stared at the mysterious ID on the computer: [Her boyfriend is beautiful and unparalleled in the world]

Long and narcissistic.

Full of coquettish.

Fu Jingsheng pursed his lips and stared at him for a long time.

He tapped his fingertips on the tabletop: "Perhaps...you are protecting each other."

"Brother Si, if this is really yours." Fu Jingsheng raised his head: "That's really a piece of fairy love."

...

The place where everyone can see Weibo calms down, but there are private messages in Song Yi's Weibo.

——"You are so unknown, how many stinky money is great? Your family will go bankrupt sooner or later, and your family will die sooner or later!"

——"Don't you have fun, what do you think you are?"

——Song Yi replied: "Your father."

There is one more at the back.

——You must be rich enough to support her: "Don't read private messages, go to rest, someone will love you."

Song Yi frowned, and was pricked in her heart by this private message, which was a touch of purity in many sewage.

A touch of purity considered for her.

Pursing her lips, Song Yi finally shut down the private message.

She didn't want anyone to feel distressed, she wanted to find which dog posted those broken things on the Internet.

Now I only worry about Tang Si's situation.

...

Song Yi waited outside for a long time, without waiting for any news, received his mobile phone, and was about to leave.

Just turning around, the rustling voice behind Song Yi's ears.

She froze suddenly, turned her head, and saw a group of people coming out of the police station.

The man walking in the middle, widowed, unhurriedly stepped forward.

It is Tang Si.

It seems that he is in good condition. Either he hasn't seen anything on the Internet, or he has seen no response.

People on both sides were reporting something to him, and he nodded from time to time.

Song Yi stepped back subconsciously, grasping the handle of the car tightly, and became nervous.

Because it was straight ahead, he seemed to be walking towards him.

咚咚, 咚咚——

Heartbeat.

I was thinking about how to say hello to him.

But at this time, she glanced at the man's gaze, as if seeing the cold light that secreted people's heart and spleen.

But obviously he has a pair of romantic and affectionate peach eyes.

The man walked straight in front of her, never staying.

In an instant, the thoughts in Song Yi's mind disappeared.

Just want to get in the car and get out of here!

But in the driver's seat, she had no intention of driving away.

I don't know why.

She stared at the steering wheel with a heavy gaze, why did she go? Why did she run away?

Thinking about it, I was about to stretch out my hand to open the door, but at this moment, the door was pulled open with a "click"—

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