Being His Little Fox

The man held her small hand gently, with a faint smile on his eyebrows: "Go for a walk together."

The voice was slowly faint, with a light and sultry arc.

Song Yi felt that one day he would die in his voice, no matter what he said, his voice would always be so nice.

Song Yi clenched his big hand, feeling an unprecedented sense of stability, and never felt An Xin staying with him.

Anyway, he has reached the middle of the sea, so don't worry about him being called away by a phone call.

She looked at Tang Si's shoulder, almost leaning on him lazily, as if she had no bones.

Slowly asked, "How does the throat grow?"

Two people were walking in the corridor of the yacht, the sea breeze was whistling, and Tang Si walked outside, blocking her some wind.

Hearing Song Yi's voice, Tang Si smiled vaguely: "What?"

"The sound is so nice." Song Yi muttered, "I love you to death."

As he spoke, his hand gripped his hand tightly, not wanting to let go.

How could this man be so good everywhere.

"Tang Si." Song Yi called him.

Tang Si looked at the endless sea, and the wind blew his hair a little messy, listening to Song Yi's voice.

The man chuckled back: "I'm here."

"Tang Si." She called him again.

"Yeah." He responded tirelessly.

"Tang Si." Song Yi called him again.

This time Tang Si couldn't help but chuckle, and squeezed her small face with the other hand: "Call the soul you?"

"Is it owed, eh?"

Song Yi raised his head and stared at his face: "I just want to call you."

For no reason, I just wanted to call him by his name. The two words Tang Si used to be a bit far away for her.

But now, right in front of her, the person is also hers.

Tang Si stared at her and looked from Song Yi's angle. He was wearing a light back and couldn't see his face clearly. The entire face was blurred, but the outline was exceptionally beautiful.

"Call it." Tang Si closed his gaze and looked towards the road ahead, with a hoarse voice and a chuckle: "Is that brother speaking better, or is he breathing better?"

Song Yi wasn't ashamed at all: "They all sound good."

"You can't breathe and talk to me all the time?"

Tang Si snorted, "Brother has no asthma."

Song Yi was amused: "Go and sit on the deck."

There are many people on the deck. At the end of the corridor, there are pictures of the captain and pictures of the crew.

Tang Si tilted his head and glanced.

Suddenly, I narrowed my eyes. This photo was changed. When I boarded the ship, the captain's photo was not this person.

"What are you looking at?" Song Yi followed his gaze.

"Look at the captain's picture." Tang Si answered truthfully.

...

On the deck.

Not only a couple of them, but those couples are taking pictures with their mobile phones.

Song Yi looked at them: "So happy."

Tang Si put his hands on the railing, and followed the men and women who were taking pictures, and the corners of his lips slowly curled up: "How happy?"

He changed his clothes and wore a short black coat with a simple style, a light gray sports trousers, and a pair of AJs under his feet.

She wears her sunglasses in her jacket pocket, and wears a watch on her hand, with a sultry smile on her face.

The whole person was calm and introverted, with a bit of stubbornness. During the speech, the Adam's apple slowly slipped, and his voice was deep and sexy.

Song Yi just looked at him, and felt that he was not surprised. Although he was lazy, scornful and laughing, there was always a kind of arrogance and nobleness that others could not afford.

This outfit also added youthfulness to him, unlike a 28-year-old man, who looked like a wild and handsome young man.

Song Yi turned back, facing the sea, the sea breeze was blowing her loose hair, with a contented smile on her lips: "But I think I am the happiest. I am very happy with you."

Tang Si tilted his head and looked at the little woman's profile. The arc was soft and clear, facing the light and the wind, his skin was delicate and unbelievable.

He chuckled, "I'm afraid I'm not doing well enough."

"It's good." Song Yi stared at his face, stood on tiptoe, stretched out his hand to pull him down, and gently pecked his thin lips: "It's good to make me feel happy and sweet. Up."

"Really?" Tang Si laughed: "Then who of us is happier than whom?"

This is a question worth pondering.

She turned her head and met the man's peachy eyes: "What do you think?"

"Me." Tang Si replied with a low smile.

Because without him, people like Song Yi could find their own happiness.

But he is different. Song Yi is a rare woman, bright like a little sun, she can handle everything clearly, and she is smart enough.

He may not be able to meet Song Yi.

Song Yi laughed from ear to ear, his eyebrows and eyebrows were crooked, his enchanting eyes seemed to shatter the sunlight, and it fell on him: "What?"

He said: "Like the sun carved into the dark soul, from then on the soul is born into the sun."

Song Yi squinted his eyes: "So educated, Officer Tang."

"How come I am so great?"

Tang Si curled up the corners of his lips, hooked her shoulders, and hugged the person into his arms. His voice was soft enough to be just so light that she could hear: "It was already great."

Otherwise, he would have died long ago.

...

Song Yi took Tang Si to take pictures and took several photos. No matter what posture he took, he was very cooperative.

He is very photogenic, but no matter how good the photos are, he is not as good as he is.

Song Yi stared at those intimate group photos, and then he had a feeling of traveling and falling in love between lovers.

Go to various places to play and take all kinds of sweet photos.

There is no difference between them and other couples. There are many ways to be happy. They are just one of thousands of ways in love.

"Look at your boyfriend, and then look at you." Suddenly, a woman's voice came from beside him: "See how people will dress up and spoil their girlfriends. I ask you to take a photo to keep up with Mount Everest. ."

The woman's boyfriend glanced at Tang Si, his eyes were particularly uncomfortable, as if to say, what are you doing in such a good-looking dress?

A strong smell of vinegar came over.

Song Yi laughed: "This is the first time you have been attacked because of your appearance?"

Tang Si didn't pay much attention to that look, and smiled lightly on his lips: "That's not it."

"I'm so handsome, men and women are coveted."

Song Yi: "Are you shameless?"

"Yes." Tang Si smiled faintly again: "How handsome is my face."

"Hurry up." Song Yi gave Tang Si a hand: "You stand here for a while. I guess they will come over and fight with you."

Tang Si raised his eyebrows: "Can't I beat him?"

"He can solve ten of them."

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