Being His Little Fox

Song Yi's whole body was backward, but the man hooked her waist, so that she couldn't get out of his embrace.

She didn't hide at all, the fox blinked with a fascination, "Okay, my husband can call."

She smiled: "But after calling, can you guarantee to restrain yourself?"

It was her who suffered for a while.

The energy of this dog man is really good.

Tang Si pursed his lips for a while, it seemed that he could not restrain himself.

"Is it because of this that you don't want to call my husband forever?"

Song Yi felt the movement of the man's hand loosen a little, and immediately took advantage of the gap to get out of his arms.

He cast a wink at him: "I'll talk about this later."

After Song Yi finished speaking, he turned and left.

He looked at Song Yi indifferently going to bed, his thin red lips hooked slightly: "Then where do I sleep?"

Song Yi covered the quilt: "Brother, my parents know what we did. Where else can you sleep? Sleep on the floor?"

Song Yi thought for a while, then got up and went to the toilet: "I'm going to wash, you just had those underwear."

Tang Si wanted to stop her, he could go by himself.

As a result, she turned over and went into the bedroom bathroom.

Seeing her closing the door, she pursed her lips, gave a soft "tsk", and a slight smile hung on the corner of her lips. Under the light, she was wild and wild.

Talking to himself: "This time I really am my daughter-in-law."

With that said, we are going to pass.

"Deduction--"

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Tang Si paused, glanced at the bathroom door, thought about it, and then turned around to open the door.

It was Father Song who came to knock on the door: "Uncle."

He greeted lightly, not flattering, flattering, or humble.

Father Song nodded slightly: "Where is Song Yi?"

Tang Si smiled: "You're looking for her? She's in the toilet. I have to wait a while, come in and sit for a while? Or I will ask her to come and find you later?"

Father Song waved his hand: "Tell you, it's the same. I remembered one thing with your aunt. I was leaving soon, so I came over and talked to you."

At this time, Father Song raised his hand, patted him on the shoulder, and squeezed Tang Si's shoulder vigorously, his expression looked very solemn: "My daughter will be in your hands."

The last sentence was so low that only the two of them could hear: "Protect her."

Tang Si felt that something was wrong and frowned: "What's the matter?"

This sound made a very small question, and his faint voice was calm.

Father Song knew very well that there were things that could not be kept from Tang Si. After talking with him, he knew that Tang Si is a master of negotiation and his thinking and logic are especially meticulous.

It’s only for a while, not for a lifetime.

In his life, he has been racing in the malls, and he has met so many cunning businessmen, but no one is as cunning and mellow as Tang Si, and decent.

The most important thing is that he has an indifferent air of laziness. No matter what you say, he is so methodical, and his emotions are really good.

He smiled and said, "No, it's because we are developing industries abroad and there are some problems there, so we have to go over and solve them. I just called."

"I just came over and you told you that Song Yi is still young, but sensible." Father Song pursed his lips: "There are some things that I didn't say just now, but now."

"It can be seen that she really likes you. Now that she is sensible, she will inevitably be a little arrogant and domineering in front of love. Just bear with it."

Tang Si didn't speak, but listened patiently.

"Don't... don't want her."

Tang Si suddenly raised his lips and smiled, his eyes filled with laughter.

A pair of peach blossom eyes looked at Father Song, and his voice was steady again: "Do you think one can live without a heartbeat?"

Although Father Song didn't know why Tang Si suddenly asked this question, he still replied, "No."

"So, unless I am dead, I will guard her for the rest of my life."

Yun Dan and Feng Qing's words made Father Song slightly startled.

If someone else said this, he might not believe it.

But when Tang Si said this sentence, the weight in it was different.

People like him... Once they say it, they promise to keep it for a lifetime.

Seeing Father Song not speaking, Tang Si chuckled again: "Go ahead, I'm here."

"Also, Song Nuan...I went to take a look, she was asleep, and I trouble you too."

"Yeah." Tang Si: "I will take care of her as well."

......

When Song Yi came out, the two had finished talking.

"My dad just came?" she asked.

"Yeah." Tang Si sat on the edge of the bed, let her go to sleep, and then lay on himself.

Naturally, he took the person into his arms.

Song Yi leaned on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. He couldn't help feeling his abdominal muscles with his hands, and asked faintly: "What did my dad tell you?"

"Just say something is going on tonight, just say it."

"Talking for so long?" Song Yi: "It seems that you have been talking for a long time."

She is still touching her abdominal muscles with her hands. It really feels like this, not too good, too much to put it down.

When she was still Gao Leng Tang police officer, she couldn't even think of this scene. At that time, she touched his abdominal muscles and she was probably killed?

Tang Si didn't stop her movement, palmed the back of her head, and gently kissed her forehead. His voice was deep and sexy: "Explain that I will take care of you."

He kissed her forehead for several seconds, his eyes deep.

This is his baby, the baby on the tip of my heart.

There is no need to explain this kind of thing.

Song Yi raised his head, his forehead touched his forehead affectionately, a bit coquettishly: "Then what did I tell you in the study?"

"I didn't say anything." Tang Si smiled lowly: "The old man confessed to his son-in-law and takes good care of his daughter."

"that's it?"

"What else?" Tang Si's tone was always mixed with a light smile: "You want your father to beat me up, right?"

He lifted her chin, and the thin lips lightly kissed her petals: "Punish me for sleeping so soon and his daughter?"

"Huh?" His low voice seemed to be covered with Gu: "Isn't it, kid Song Yi?"

With a quiet tone with an aura, Song Yi shrank and flinched.

The man chuckled again, with endless petting: "My husband is yelling, how is my husband so shy? Huh?"

The big hand squeezed his cheek lightly, then hugged the person tighter: "My husband will hurt you forever."

Song Yi's heart beat wildly, the corners of his mouth rose wildly, his mind and whole heart were filled with pink bubbles.

After he fell asleep every word.

......

It's about four o'clock in the morning.

The sky outside was dark, without the slightest light.

There was only a dim light in the bedroom.

There was a rustling sound...

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