Being His Little Fox

The night tonight is misty.

When Tang Si drove home, the fog still had not cleared.

The man stepped upstairs and took out the key to open the door.

The smell of dust came out, and the light was turned on, and the room was empty and quiet.

Tang Si opened his lips slightly, and was slightly taken aback when he saw the scene in the room.

As if thinking of something, he smiled suddenly.

He threw the key on the table at will, went into the house and raised his foot, and closed the door hook at will.

It's been a long time, this is the first time he has come back after getting awkward with Song Yi.

He sat on the sofa, and his whole body was weak in an instant.

The hair is messy, untidy, and the clothes on her body are a little wrinkled.

Peach blossom has a faint cyan under his eyes.

His eyes are tired, and my heart is sinking.

He closed his eyes slightly, and the man was exhausted and exhausted.

I don't know how long he has passed, he slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were **** and red.

Unable to sleep, insomnia, anxiety, irritability.

call--

Tang Si exhaled deeply, rubbed his temples tiredly with his big hands, got up and searched the cabinet slowly, frowning.

After finding the medicine to take, the drinking fountain picked up the water and swallowed two pills.

He leaned against the table, curled his eyebrows, took off his jacket, and unbuttoned a couple of shirts with one hand.

The collarbone is exposed, and the shadow of the jaw line is printed on the collarbone, all the way down, **** and attractive.

The clothes are not neatly arranged, one corner is outside the trousers, vaguely and a bit stubborn, and the heavy **** and sluggishness seem to be scattered throughout the room.

He raised his eyes suddenly, put the cup down, and licked his lips. The crimson lips were eye-catching.

The man bent slightly and picked up the phone on the coffee table.

He pursed his lips and thought for a while.

With slender fingertips, I clicked on the camera, opened the front, and a face appeared on the phone screen.

He raised his hand and pointed it at his Adam's apple and collarbone.

Staring at the screen, frowning, as if feeling dissatisfied, he lifted his chin and slightly pulled the shirt collar down again.

Still not satisfied

Simply untie the row of buttons.

Along the Adam's apple, the **** collarbone, the looming pectoral muscles, and the abdominal muscles that are half-covered all the way down.

Press the finger and the photo freezes——

Click on WeChat, find the little fairy, click on the dialog box, and send a message.

[A question for you. ]

Song Yi was already at home. Gu Nanjiu died. When Song Nuan came back, he was crying and his mood was not stable.

Perhaps it was because of fear, or perhaps because Gu Nanjiu was dead.

It was her teacher Gu, who taught her physics and promised to teach her a simple way to learn physics.

In the end, he failed to fulfill this promise.

Gu Nanjiu may be unwilling to leave.

Deep down in his heart, there should be a girl named Song Nuan in many future plans.

Song Yi coaxed for a long time, Song Nuan might be tired from crying, and fell asleep.

And Song Yi still has many things unexplained.

Gu Chu is bad. I don't know where she came from, why she approached her, and approached Tang Si.

She found Gu Chu because Gu Chu heard that she was looking for a psychologist to contact him.

If Gu Chu is not a real psychologist, then...

All her approach is purposeful.

And Tang Si's focus on his illness naturally couldn't be placed on Gu Chu.

Her information may be false.

Song Yi was wearing pajamas at this moment, sitting in the study searching for psychology materials.

"Ding--" The phone rang suddenly, and the screen lit up, illuminating her face a little.

She paused when she flipped through the book and glanced sideways at the phone, not intending to pay attention.

But when I saw the word Brother.

She immediately unlocked it and took a look.

Song Yi pursed his lips, but did not reply.

This dog man should just dry it.

When he chooses to disappear from this world with suspended animation, does he really want to disappear? He never gives any hints or precursors.

Song Yi also knew in his heart that he had his responsibility, but he was angry.

She didn't dare to think that if Tang Si died in a suspended animation, left her, and didn't come back, he would live with other women in another place.

When I think about it, I feel so angry.

Although Tang Si could not do this.

But brain supplements are always powerful.

I don't know how long it has passed, and the phone rang twice.

Brother: [Picture]

Brother: [For example, this picture, how should I color it to make it look good? ]

Song Yi looked at the news and shook his hand, the small picture just...

She immediately clicked on the big picture.

Above, the man's upper body photo.

Wearing a shirt, half covered and loose, he leaned lazily by the table.

The throat knot is raised, the lines are sexy, and the light and shadow of the side lights are just right.

The shoulders are wide and the waist is narrow, all the way down, the abdominal muscles are looming, mostly hidden by the white shirt.

The posture is wild and indulgent, full of a sense of power and attractiveness.

Song Yi swallowed.

Without even thinking about it, this is himself!

Moreover, the shooting angle and composition, as well as the angle of finding the light, are really amazing.

In a photo, Song Yi's heart beats wildly.

The eyes were squiggling, and the soft eyebrows gradually became open, presumptuous.

Male **** is currently... drooling.

What color is this? The original picture is so handsome.

She long presses the picture, ready to save.

Accidentally, click Delete at the bottom, the photo disappeared from her screen...

"..." Fuck? !

Ahhhhh! Song Yi stomped wildly with his thin legs, sitting on the chair and hanging down the table with his hands annoyed.

What did she do? !

It was deleted! !

Song Yi banged his forehead against the tabletop, so **** crying by himself.

She exhaled deeply.

Reply: [I can't see it, you can send another one, your composition is not good, and the color palette is not good. ]

After typing, Song Yi exhaled and stared at the screen.

Waiting for him to send one.

"Ding--"

Brother: [I only have this. ]

Brother: [Or come here, which angle do you think is good, you just shoot, okay? ]

Song Yi: "..."

This……

Go or not?

Is she the kind of person who can be bought by beauty?

She is not, she is not going.

Impossible, non-existent.

Little Fairy: [I'm going to sleep, I'm not free. ]

Brother: [Meaning you can come when you have time? ]

"..." Quite telling things?

Little Fairy: [You're pretty good at empty gloves, White Wolf, Team Tang, where did you practice the tug-of-war? ]

There was no reply for a long time.

Song Yi held his chin, forgot his purpose, and was taken away by the dog man again.

He was so tempting to draw a topic, and fell into his pit by accident.

Little Fairy: [You post the picture again. Haha just came over and accidentally cleared the chat history. The picture is gone. ]

After Song Yi finished sending it, he licked his lips and waited.

"Ding--"

Brother: [Voice]

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