Being His Little Fox

Tang Si's hand paused, his head tilted slightly, and he looked out of the car window.

Outside the window, neon lights flickered, and the light was shining. The woman bent over and looked inside the car window. A pair of fox eyes were dyed with a soft smile.

That smile made Tang Si feel soft.

Next second.

The man pulled the car door and pulled Song Yi in from the outside of the car. She was very light, so she just pulled it, and fell on him.

She did not struggle or hide.

Tang Si frowned, and was about to ask her where she was and why didn't she answer the phone.

But she felt cold in her little hands.

The whole body was trembling slightly, but she was trying her best to restrain her from shaking.

She wrapped her hands tightly around him, her entire face buried in his arms, dependent and clingy.

The tip of his heart trembled slightly, and he wanted to look straight into Song Yi's eyes.

She avoided it at the beginning, and buried it in his arms, not wanting to go anywhere.

Song Yi ran out and ran out with Wen Mu. Wen Mu was injured. At the hospital, she invited Wen Mu to accompany her, and hurriedly ran here.

She didn't expect that Tang Si was really here, from morning to night, always here?

Tang Si gently rubbed the hair of the woman in his arms, his voice soft and hoarse: "Who is bullying you?"

Holding her hand by the hand, let her keep her hand warm in her arms. Song Yi is petite and thin, and she can be wrapped by Tang Si.

Just after asking, the dull voice of the woman in her arms came: "I'm fine, just to comfort Assistant Tang, and to give you a comforting hug to keep you in the car for so long."

Tang Si lowered his head, rubbed Song Yi's hair lightly with his chin, his eyes dark.

What Song Yi was telling was a lie. She was definitely wronged outside, something happened.

Otherwise she would not be like this.

"Song Yi." His voice was serious, low and soft, slowly in the carriage, very sweet: "I am a man, I don't need your comfort, I can do it myself."

"But if you have something, you can tell me. If you can't solve it, please tell me. Brother will help you solve it, okay?"

Where did the woman in her mind suffer this thought alone?

She has to rely on him, she has to resist everything, she has to put her bad thoughts right, otherwise, what's the use of him?

While talking, he rubbed her hair with his hands, gentle and delicate, everything was so healing and gentle.

It's like you don't have to be afraid of the sky falling down. If he is holding it, you can act like a baby with him and solve everything.

At this moment, Song Yi only felt that he was warm in his heart, being cared for, loved and spoiled.

This feeling is the most intuitive feeling.

But if Song Yi could solve it by herself, she really didn't want to trouble Tang Si. She didn't want to put unnecessary pressure on Tang Si.

There are enough burdens on him.

Her lips moved and she was about to speak.

Tang Si suddenly held her small face with big hands and gently pulled her from his arms, forcing her to look at him.

He touched her thumbs again and again, gently rubbing her cheeks, suddenly approaching, his forehead lightly pressed against hers.

"Don't think it will put pressure on me." He said word by word, full of bewitching and seductive: "You are the person on my heart, and my life is for you. You are not happy, and your brother will not be happy. "

"Are you not happy with your brother? Huh?"

Her little one was pulled in his arms, held, and protected. His low and hoarse voice, every word seduced her heart and soul.

Song Yi raised her eyes and met his eyes, like a deep vortex, attractive, affectionate, and gentle. She felt that she was going to sink in.

The fear, life and death experienced during the day all disappeared instantly.

"But my sister is not unhappy now." Song Yi raised his hand and held his wrist, his eyelashes trembled lightly, and a gleam of light hung in his soft eyes: "I just want to give my brother a hug."

Those words from him are enough, she doesn't need him to resist.

She has a soft voice: "It's so cold, brother, winter is coming soon."

The ending was trembling slightly, and he rubbed his hands with a smile, as if, it was really cold.

Tang Si gradually lowered his eyebrows and took her into his arms. No one could see through his emotions with deep eyes.

Both are thinking about each other, always don't want to trouble each other, they will drift away.

He twisted her hair thinly between his fingers.

She didn't tell him, he would check it himself.

She didn't let him guard it, so he kept it secret.

As long as he sees her a little bit unhappy, he must thoroughly investigate the reason.

No one wants to bully her under his nose, he wants her to be that, enviable woman.

Instead of worrying about everything, let her know that she can leave everything behind and run towards herself.

"Yes." His Adam's apple rolled.

A man's muffled voice came over Song Yi's head: "Winter is coming, Xiao Song always lacks a bed warmer, it's free."

The tail tuned up slightly, with a slight smile.

"No, electric blankets smell better than bed warmers." Song Yi raised his head and pushed Tang Si away slightly, smiling: "Drive, go home."

"Huh?" She paused suddenly.

He smelled the smell of medicine, and he had always had a clear breath, with a bit of tobacco scent entrained, and she felt it smelled very good.

"The wound has worsened again?" Song Yi frowned, saying that he would take off Tang Si's clothes.

Tang Si stepped back slightly and put his hand on her shoulder: "You will be responsible if you see it."

He couldn't show Song Yi, and he didn't want Song Yi to worry about herself. She stayed by her side and should be happy and worry-free.

Song Yi was choked by these words, she was caring, and he was kind to be a donkey liver and lungs.

Irritating.

She opened her eyes, put aside her gaze, and withdrew her hand: "Why can't I be held accountable after you go?"

Tang Si was still half-lying, and was slightly taken aback by what she said.

Then he reacted with a faint smile and looked at Song Yi with deep peach blossom eyes: "But you didn't get me first?"

"..."

"Aren't you greedy for me?"

"..." Good fellow, the King of Shaking Pot.

Song Yi: "You are a dog if you dare to touch me in the future."

Tang Si pursed his lips, and suddenly sat up straight, staring at Song Yi with burning eyes, "Then can I be a dog now?"

"The kind that can be responsible." Tang Si: "My account book is ready for you at any time, so it's just a beauty to nod."

As he said, he suddenly leaned closer, pulling her collar between his slender fingers. He stared at her with fascinating eyes.

Song Yi's heart was missed.

"Can you?" he asked again.

She covered herself: "No."

"I don't want to promise you now."

"It's a pity." Tang Si took out his hukou from the back of his notebook.

"What I said is real."

"My hukou, I am the only one." Tang Si: "Very poor."

Song Yi looked at the red book, his eyes twitched slightly.

Did he really carry this stuff?

She began to write, "It's my **** business."

Tang Si took the account book slowly, with a calm expression on his face and a scornful smile: "You don't have that stuff, I have it."

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