Being His Little Fox

"I..." Song Yi was speechless for a while, too lazy to care about this thing with Tang Si.

Tang Si smiled and looked at Song Yi: "Where did you go today? Put me in the car for so long?"

Song Yi glanced at him: "You can leave by yourself. If you don't leave, you can untie the handcuffs by yourself. Do you have to wait for me here?"

He nodded: "I'm afraid you won't see me when you come back. What if you are angry?"

Song Yipi smiled and didn't smile: "Then I would like to ask Captain Tang, how did you change your clothes? They are different from those in the daytime. Also, where did your laptop come from?"

"Have you really just sat here and waited for me all day, never leaving?"

Song Yi: "When you brag in the future, can you make a draft?"

Tang Si touched the tip of his nose and smiled lightly, "But am I still waiting for you obediently?"

There was a smile in his eyes.

At least Song Yi was willing to pay attention to him instead of the cold war.

"Can you tell me, what should I do so that you can be with me?" Tang Si asked, tilting his head.

How to do it?

Song Yi lowered his eyebrows and fell silent for a while.

She didn't know how to do it, but at least she wouldn't agree now.

She will marry Tang Si, she wants to marry.

But Tang Si couldn't help but propose, and couldn't express nothing.

He couldn't hide everything from her. What she wanted was a love that was transparent for both parties.

The task is inconvenient to disclose. She can leave it alone and don't know, but she must know that he is going to do the task and when he will be back.

Even if something happened to him, she wants to be the first to know, not the last.

"see your performance."

Tang Si smiled lightly, his voice came from his chest, low, and very sultry: "Then am I doing pretty well now? You see if you are still willing to pay attention to me."

"Are you hungry?" Tang Si changed the subject.

He sat in the position, his legs opened naturally, tilted his head and looked at Song Yi, with a faint smile between his eyebrows and eyes.

Song Yi looked down, his legs were well-proportioned and slender, wrapped in black trousers, and when he looked up, he saw his natural and charming peach eyes.

The radian that was raised was so beautiful that people couldn't look away.

This seriousness, but also tainted with bad intentions.

Song Yi swallowed slightly, he was so hungry...

Mei-color stunned her head, she raised her eyes and blinked slightly: "I'm hungry."

"Huh?" Tang Si smiled with thin lips, "What to eat?"

No matter what time, he was always so sultry, Song Yi eased his mind.

"It's okay," she said indifferently.

After eating, I have to check today's matter tomorrow. However, first you have to find a place to try it, where is the critical point of your own skill.

Tang Si opened the car window at this time, and a gust of cold wind blew in, and Song Yi trembled slightly in his fingers: "It's cold."

"What do you open the window for?"

He smirked: "Look at the way you tremble, cold tremor, and fearful tremor, what's the difference."

The tone spoke slowly, and the ending sound rose slightly, as if he was joking. There was always such a lazy and indifferent taste, with a bit of hoarseness.

In a very calm tone, Song Yi felt that every word was like a scorching fire, and the tip of her ear was hot.

She fluffed her hair, and suddenly felt that the wind was not cold anymore. It's because her heart is hot.

Sure enough, he really couldn't lie to him.

She lowered her head, her voice was very small: "Then, is there any difference?"

Tang Si squinted slightly, watching her lower his head, he stretched out his hand and hooked her chin to make her look at himself.

"What were you afraid of?"

He is condescending, looking down, looking down from this angle, the curved lines of the jaw line are smooth and sexy, but they are also clear and sharp, both **** and wild as a man, but also calm and restrained as a man.

"Can you tell me?"

Song Yi frowned and wanted to say, no.

But the chest was stuffy, as if it was blocked by something, stuffy, and there was nothing to say.

Obviously it was night, it was late autumn night, but her heart was a little bit more dry inexplicably.

Maybe I don't want him to know why, but I really can't bear to lie to him.

He didn't rush or slowly press on, as if he was hunting his prey, trapping, and then starting.

All this is just that he wants to know what he experienced outside today.

She bit her lower lip, and suddenly tightened her clothes between her fingers: "I'm not telling you, are you doing this for me?"

She has never been the kind of person who can be pinched by others, but she can always be easily pinched by him.

But as long as there is a chance to break free, she will not give up.

Stubbornness is also the **** engraved in her bones.

"Heh..." Tang Si smiled lightly before letting go of Song Yi.

He immediately leaned back in the chair lazily, his eyebrows covered with fine black hair, and his eyes were slightly closed.

Raising his hand and squeezing the hair back slightly, the collusion moved to draw a seductive line.

And the slender hand with distinct joints, dazzling, invaded Song Yi's sight.

Suddenly he tilted his head and opened his eyes, looking straight at her without speaking.

A face was clear in front of his eyes, his eyes filled with a smile.

Song Yi's breathing gradually weakened a bit.

"Can you see clearly?" He said hoarsely, "Look at me, look at me seriously."

The cool breeze blew on her, it was cold, and her heart was dull. The chill of the cold wind was approaching the bone marrow, and the bone marrow was scorching dry.

This made Song Yi feel inexplicably difficult.

He is wild like the horizon, without borders, like a deep sea, without bottom, but it can give people a sense of restraint and calmness.

Song Yi really listened and looked at him earnestly, as if being sucked into the deep seabed, falling and sinking.

The man's Adam's apple rolled, and his thin red lips curled up with a faint smile that seemed to be sandwiched between: "I really do not deserve your trust?"

Her heart tightened, her eyes dull, and she looked at him blankly.

This sentence, heavy like a daughter, hit the tip of her heart, causing her boring and dry heart to feel more difficult to distinguish.

When she hit her directly, her thoughts were broken and her mind was blank.

Tang Si looked down and stopped looking at her.

The thin lips slowly curled up with a faint smile, as if muttering to himself, "So it is."

"understood."

"No, it's not." Song Yi returned to his senses and said, "It's not like that."

The man looked up suddenly, and saw her look panicked.

The thin lips evoke a wild and **** arc: "Don't panic."

He smiled at the ends of his eyes: "Just a moment of emotion."

He stretched out his hand, rubbed her earlobe lightly with his fingertips, and twisted out a somewhat ambiguous and burning smell: "I will let you know that I am trustworthy and worth your jump."

"Song Yi's body and mind all belong to me."

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