Being His Little Fox

Seeing her leaving behind, Tang Si took a deep breath.

The smile on his face disappeared, and his beautiful pupils became more calm.

The answer is almost certain, Wen Mu is that person.

Then, what is he waiting for a reversal?

This question is like a poison with no solution, it is irritating and disturbs his whole person's emotions.

Invisible, there is something that pushes him into the dim mud and presses hard, it is not allowed for him to have any chance of breathing.

The whole body seemed to be smashed by thousands of sharp swords, in a daze.

He rubbed his eyebrows, pale lips, and got up to get the medicine.

Forcibly use drugs to suppress the dryness of hostility.

Leaning on the sofa, he let out a long sigh of relief.

......

Song Yi didn't lie, Li Wen really came to pick her up.

When she went downstairs, there was a slight wind in the air, which was very harsh, but she felt that she was happy physically and mentally.

The smile on his face was sweet and enchanting, and the cold wind blowing over seemed a bit sweet.

Maybe it's because Tang Si bought this suit.

Or maybe that sound...husband?

There is an inexplicable sense of happiness in my heart.

Li Wen saw the long-lost smile of her own Mr. Song. Since the awkward quarrel with Tang Si, the smile on her face was more or less a perfunctory smirk.

Now... I asked him to come here to pick her up again, and he came downstairs with a spring smile all the way, Li Wen couldn't help but wonder, does it prove that the two police officers Song and Tang have been reconciled? ?

When Song Yi opened the door of the back seat to get into the car, Li Wen coughed lightly, hesitated, and asked with an emotionally brewing voice: "Are you reconciled with Officer Tang?"

Song Yi looked down at the phone, listening to Li Wen's words, she didn't raise her eyebrows, she answered casually, but the corners of her mouth still raised: "No."

"Then, what do you mean?" Li Wen held the steering wheel, the expression on his face was a little hard to say: "Forget it, about, about pao...?"

Hearing this, Song Yi paused while holding the phone in his hand, raised his eyes, kicked behind the driver's seat, and cursed with a smile: "What kind of yellow waste is in your mind?"

"I haven't settled with you yet. How did Tang Si get into my car, as my driver, dare you to make a joke here?"

As soon as Li Wen heard this, he immediately closed his mouth and quietly lowered his sense of existence.

Because Song Yi didn't mention this matter at the beginning, Li Wen naturally felt relieved that she would never mention this matter.

Looking at Li Wen in front, Song Yi snorted softly: "Neglect of duty, Assistant Li, your year-end bonus is gone."

"...Don't Mr. Song." Li Wen's whole person is wilted. You must know that his year-end bonus has a lot of money.

Song Yisi showed no mercy: "Shut up and drive, otherwise your salary will be gone this month."

Li Wen: "......"

Song Yi no longer quarreled with Li Wen, looking at her mobile phone, she had never seen this brand of clothes on her, but the fabric was soft and high-end, it should belong to advanced customization, and the price would not be cheap.

I checked it on my phone, but to no avail.

I don't know where he got this suit.

Song Yi exhaled slightly, raised his eyes and looked at the scenery outside, suddenly as if thinking of something again.

He picked up the phone and smashed his forehead in annoyance.

Brows twisted into a rope.

Damn, damn, damn!

I was forgotten to ask him how he got hurt.

It's really sultry and masculine, and it's easy to be overwhelmed.

"Ding——" A message came in from the mobile phone WeChat at this time.

Song Yi immediately stopped the action in his hand and read the message with his mobile phone.

It was a transfer message from Tang Si.

One hundred thousand yuan.

[You helped me get my clothes and tip last night. 】

Song Yi: "......?"

Han An received one hundred thousand yuan!

Staring at the screen and pursing his lips, thinking about it, I feel that I can't ask the wounds so straightforwardly, so... first ask step by step.

Lower your head and type.

Li Wen looked at Song Yi's face changed and changed through the rearview mirror, which was much more exciting than the facial makeup.

His hands holding the steering wheel trembled slightly, and he secretly slandered in his heart. How could this good girl go crazy?

Little Fairy: [Where did I get my clothes? How much? 】

Brother: [Not much money, not expensive. 】

Song Yi stared at this reply, bit her lip and thought and thought, and finally returned a message.

Little Fairy: [Then how do you know what size to wear? Did you sneak a look at my clothes? 】

Standing in front of the balcony with the cup in his hand, Tang Si smiled as he looked at the question with deep pupils.

The man seemed to know what she wanted to ask such a roundabout.

But he didn't dismantle it, and played with her spoilingly.

Brother: [Are you afraid that you forgot, brother helped you wash your underwear? 】

[Even if I didn’t wash it, I’ve been fighting so many times, it’s time for the energy to come out of size with my hands, right? 】

Song Yi sat in the car and looked at this reply. It was clearly written without voice.

But her inexplicable brain filled his lazy **** voice hoarsely saying these words.

Slightly ridiculed, slightly malicious.

The line seemed to linger in her ear through the screen, rubbing the dull, long Shi Gu, as if he was by her side, in the ear, like the mess that night after night.

A wave of enthusiasm surged from the tip of her heart, making her blush.

Song Yi reached out and touched his cheek, which was hot.

She opened the car window and let in the cold wind to cool her face.

Tang Si looked at her for a long time without reply, put down the cup, smiled, he could imagine the little woman's shy and feminine appearance.

When he walked to the hallway, he slowly put on a windbreaker, suddenly raised his eyes, saw himself in the mirror, and made a leisurely smile.

Is he a bit too dogged to her? After all, she is a 22-year-old girl.

After thinking about it carefully, when he was six years old, he had already begun to be a governor, and Song Yi had not yet come into this world.

He graduated from junior high school at the age of 14, and she was still a kid who just went to elementary school.

Is it a bit too much to think so?

The man pursed his lips gently.

Then converge a little, just a little.

......

Feeling a little guilty, he went all the way downstairs, drove to the garage, and received Song Yi's reply.

Little fairy: [How did you get hurt, didn't you not go to work? 】

The implication is that if you don't go to work and you can't have a task, why are you injured?

The man held the steering wheel with one hand, with a cigarette in his mouth lazily. Seeing this reply, he smiled silently, put the cigarette between his fingers, and put his elbow on the window edge naturally and lit some cigarette ashes.

The other hand typed in reply: [Perhaps, the enemy is chasing and killing. 】

He was telling the truth, and he didn't know who it was.

He told her the truth, frankly.

Sitting in the same place and waiting for a long time, without seeing a reply from the other side, a cigarette was burned out.

The corners of his lips were closed, his complexion was pale, his emotions and unbearable darkness hidden deep.

Finally rubbed his eyebrows, it seemed a bit dry.

As the car started and left, only the man's soft smile echoed, mixed with inexplicable emotions.

Maybe it scared her, but not necessarily.

Maybe he should be more euphemistic?

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