Being His Little Fox

Gu Nanjiu made it clear that he wanted to anger Tang Si.

But Tang Si methodically, sneered: "Heh..."

The corners of the mouth remained the same, but the eye sockets were deep and fatal. Everyone regarded Song Yi as his weakness, and tried to irritate him with Song Yi's emotions.

Indeed Song Yi is his weakness.

But this does not mean that his weakness can be used by anyone to suppress his nature.

Tang Si tapped his knuckles on the table lightly, his voice was not eager nor slow, and peachy eyes stared at Gu Nanjiu: "It seems that I think you are too clever. It is interesting to play with me. Huh?"

Incompetent people will try to irritate others with agitation.

Why use the radical method? Because on the surface, that person has no choice but to use some means.

Gu Nanjiu lowered his head and watched his knuckles tap on the table.

The posture is laid-back, not rushing, and not being stimulated at all.

Gu Nanjiu twitched at the corner of his lips, and his voice was chilly: "If you have the ability, you can try it and let me go out. Can I do it?"

Tang Si smiled again.

He slowly stood up from his position, slipped his hand into his trouser pocket, and took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

The cigarette was lazily held at the corner of his mouth, his big hand held the cigarette lightly, and the lighter struck twice, sparks gathered, he tilted his head, the ignition posture was wild and wild.

The flame of the lighter illuminates his smiling face.

But his eyes were not emotional at all, looking at the flame coldly, he took a puff of cigarette and played with a lighter in his hand.

With a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, through the smoke, he could vaguely see his smiling eyes.

A certain breath flows in the air, and danger rises and lingers.

The air also smelled of tobacco.

Standing outside, Ningxiachuan saw this scene and immediately turned his head and said: "Go and cut off the monitoring inside."

Officer: "But..."

Ningxia Chuan said coldly: "Go now."

"Yes."

...

Tang Si walked in front of Gu Nanjiu, slowly, still sloppy, smoking a cigarette, ruffian and bad, but conserving the righteousness and coldness of his body, these temperaments, his combination did not conflict at all.

Gu Nan Jiu Danfeng stared at Tang Si and narrowed dangerously, "What do you want?"

Tang Si smiled, carelessly sandwiched the cigarette between his index finger and middle finger, and flicked the ashes.

The other hand, relaxed hands, handcuffed Gu Nanjiu in front of the interrogation chair.

Tang Si was smiling, but there was a chill in his eyes.

In the next second, Tang Si looked down at Gu Nanjiu from a high position, raised his hand to pinch his chin, pressed his cheek up, and forced Gu Nanjiu's mouth to open.

Tang Si's eyes were cold, his movements were still not hurried, holding a cigarette in his hand, his tone was lightly raised, shaking the soot into his mouth.

With a faintly cold tone, he said, "If you don't do much, please smoke a cigarette."

This tone was very calm, but it seemed to push people into the abyss.

As he said, Tang Si took the cigarette and used the burning end to deliver it to Gu Nanjiu's mouth, pressing it in until it burned Gu Nanjiu's throat.

Gu Nanjiu groaned in pain, and wanted to shut his mouth. Tang Si was very strong, pinching his cheeks, not moving.

With a sloppy appearance, he casually fed a burning cigarette into Gu Nan's mouth.

Tang Si's move seemed to be finishing a beautiful calligraphy and painting.

Ningxiachuan and Zhou Liang outside looked at them with sorrow.

Some people who are cold in their bones will always pretend to be gentle and approachable.

Gives people a feeling of being temperless and easy to get along with and bullying.

But once you touch his bottom line and go against everything about him, he will strike you without hesitation.

Seeing Gu Nanjiu's ugly face, Tang Si let go of him, patted his hands lightly, and stood far away with a smile to watch Gu Nanjiu: "Is the cigarette I fed by myself easy to smoke?"

Gu Nanjiu only felt that his throat was burning badly, and he was husky, unable to speak.

Tang Si chuckled and flicked the dust on his clothes.

The tone was light and ruthless: "You only deserve to eat my soot, and talk about Song Yi's pregnancy with your child."

"You **** dream and be realistic."

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