Being His Little Fox

Tang Si smiled faintly: "No, go in now, it's such a small way, I still have to mention something."

Tang Si observed Song Nuan. There was nothing unusual about this girl's. As usual, she was very clever and sensible.

"Sister, did you ever see a psychologist when you were as old as me?"

Song Nuan was more sensitive when asked such a question, and Song Yi was stunned: "What's wrong?"

"I just want to ask." Song Nuan said.

"Did your father or mother tell you something?" Song Yi asked again.

She could not answer directly, avoiding stepping on the pit, but was digging Song Nuan step by step.

Song Nuan was not Song Yi's opponent, and nodded, "Yes."

At this time, Song Nuan seemed to deliberately pulled her to prevent her from entering, as if she had to know an answer before letting her in.

Song Yi noticed it and guessed very cleverly what his parents had said to Song Nuan.

"Yes." Song Yi looked at Song Nuan: "This can be checked. It seems to be checked at that time to avoid our psychological problems."

"Really?" Song Nuan's eyelashes trembled slightly: "Okay."

It seems that her parents did not lie to her.

Tang Si listened beside him, but did not speak.

When he entered, Song's father and Song's mother were very happy, especially Song's father, who wanted to play chess with Tang Si.

Playing chess with Lao Zhangren is an academic discipline.

Tang Si pursed his lips, and laughed: "It may not be good, it may not be good."

Father Song was in business, and his business was large. Tang Si really didn't touch things like chess.

It is very likely that he doesn't have to give up, he really won't win Song Fu.

He stood up gentle, especially close to the people, and gave people a very good touch. He looked like a good son-in-law in the eyes of his parents.

Song Yi glanced at him and snorted in his heart. When meeting her for the first time, how good should this man be like this? It's really hard to chase her.

The more she looked at Tang Si like this now, the more fulfilled she felt.

Father Song patted Tang Si on the shoulder: "It's okay, let's get the next two rounds first. If it doesn't work, I will teach you."

"Row."

Mother Song wrapped dumplings and looked at Tang Si: "Tang Si, don't be humble with him, he thinks he is invincible in the world."

"Actually, he is very good, now he is thinking of bullying you, a newbie."

Father Song coughed slightly: "There are many words."

Tang Si just smiled, not responding to this sentence, nor flattering praise.

Song Nuan was making dumplings today, and Song Yi stood by and watched, she didn't know how to make dumplings. It was very difficult for her.

Mother Song was making dumplings and looked at Tang Si from time to time. The more she looked, the brighter her smile on her face.

Tang Si was sitting on a chair, holding a chess piece in his hand, looking at the game with a low eyebrow, with a faint smile on his face, his sitting posture was not casual or formal, his figure was just right and the proportions were perfect.

Especially that face is amazing when it smiles, and it looks particularly pleasing to the eye.

"Tsk." Mother Song smiled from ear to ear: "Seductive."

"Your father is so ugly." Mother Song said to Song Yi, "My son-in-law is really good-looking."

Song Yi: "My dad is actually very handsome, alright, but you are tired of it."

Mother Song: "That's better for my son-in-law."

Song Yi: "Mom, if you boast, I suspect you are going to pry my corner."

"How can a mother-in-law praise her son-in-law for looking good and keep staring at him? Don't people always praise good quality and ability?"

"Does Tang Si need to boast? It's not recognized as good?"

Song Yi: "He is also recognized as good-looking and handsome."

Mother Song: "Dead girl, your mother also eats my jealousy?"

Song Nuan: "My sister just doesn't want you to stare at your brother-in-law for too long. If your brother-in-law knows, I will be embarrassed."

Song Yi twitched the corners of his lips: "This is not true."

Tang Si's servant is thick-skinned.

...

Song Yi went to wash an apple, walked to Tang Si while biting, and naturally sat on the arm of Tang Si's chair.

Tang Si gave a little bit, Song Yi put his arms around his neck, while eating an apple, looking at the chess game and asked, "How is it?"

"Who can lose and who can win?"

Tang Si chuckles, his voice slowly: "What do you think?"

While talking, he fell asleep again.

"I don't understand." Song Yi said while eating an apple.

When it was cold, she washed an apple, her hands were also cold, and her arms around Tang Si's neck couldn't help but stretch into his collar.

There was a smile on her face, as if this was not what she did.

Tang Si stayed quiet. At that moment, it was really cold. Father Song observed the chess game.

Tang Si raised his eyes, looked at Song Yi, his eyes were meaningful.

Song Yi smiled, an expression that you can't help me.

In the next second, the man's hand shook her calf, the movement was particularly light, bringing up a tingling sensation, Song Yi trembled all over, almost flying.

Her calf is actually very sensitive. Tang Si has already felt it clearly after doing so many times.

Song Yi couldn't mess it up, he was already warmed by the time his collar stretched in from behind him.

He could only stare at Tang Si hummingly.

Tang Si twitched the corners of his lips lightly, and the smile was bad and scornful, with a flirtatious meaning, and a little interested.

But it was inexplicably thick and deep, and it was scorching on the tip of the heart, drawing people into his eyes.

It seems to be saying that the Taoism is so shallow, and he still has to provoke him.

Angrily, Song Yi took a bite of the apple.

Tang Si smiled and continued to play chess with Father Song.

When Song's father settled his son, Song Yi handed the apple to Tang Si at the moment Tang Si was about to go down: "Bite a bite, it's sweet."

Tang Si was about to prepare, when an apple suddenly came over.

This girl...really...

Have to argue with him about winning or losing.

Song Yi thought that Tang Si didn't dare, but it was actually a sudden idea, so he wanted to give it a try to see how he reacted.

Tang Si naturally settled down, tilted his head and took a bite towards the apple, then laughed: "It's delicious."

Song Yi: "..."

Father Song glared at Song Yi: "Don't make trouble there, I'm playing chess with him."

Song Yi snorted: "Your wife doesn't give you food, why are you angry at me?"

The wife in her mouth was pleased to Tang Si, and she seemed to be sweet enough to her heart, and her hand gently touched Song Yi's calf.

Song Yi trembled all over and stood up immediately, away from the old gangster Tang Si: "Let me see how the dumplings are."

Tang Si smiled and said nothing.

Song Nuan: "Sister, don't come here to make trouble. It's not good to come and make trouble after being molested by your brother-in-law."

She saw those scenes just now.

Song Yi: "???"

She thinks she is the extra one in this family.

"Mom." Song Yi: "Do you want to eat an apple? I'll get one for you."

Mother Song: "No, I'm busy here."

"Oh..." Father Song's sigh suddenly came over there.

"Almost."

This game is a game between the two of them.

Father Song looked at Tang Si: "I also said you won't. I haven't played such an exciting chess in a long time."

Tang Si's pattern is very large, and his thinking is extremely meticulous, and his chess game can be offensive and defensive.

At first Song's father thought that he had been conservative, but just guarding. It turned out that he could end this game at any time as long as he wanted to.

It's just playing with him, but also hiding his strength.

The most important thing is not how powerful he has won, and that he will hide his strength and not reveal the landscape, which is even more powerful.

Tang Si: "Good luck."

"It's not good luck, it's really amazing." Father Song: "This game of chess has been enough for me to ponder for a long time."

Tang Si smiled lightly: "Where is that exaggeration."

In fact, things like logic are common in many places. People with good brains can easily win the battle and play psychological games.

Even if Tang Si doesn't touch chess much.

Father Song was still thinking about another round.

Tang Si's cell phone rang.

Tang Si glanced at the call, raised his eyes and said to Father Song, "I'm sorry, I'll go out to answer the phone, business."

Father Song: "Go ahead."

...

outside.

Tang Si answered the phone.

The call was from Lu Yan.

"Has Song Nuan got home?" The man asked slowly over there.

"Yeah." Tang Si put one hand in his pocket and looked at the darkening sky in the courtyard. There was a thin layer of mist at night.

As I spoke, I could see the white breath coming out.

"I'm back. I'm in the house with dumplings now."

Lu Yan: "Then...what's your mood?"

"I look pretty normal, there is nothing wrong with you, don't worry."

"She lost her temper when she left." Lu Yan explained the situation at the time: "She is, she broke up with me."

In his tone, he couldn't hear any emotions, and he didn't know what his thoughts were at the moment. He just asked Tang Si, "Then I should agree or disagree?"

After all, at the beginning, I just asked him for help.

Tang Si looked at things and problems rationally, and replied in a slow tone: "If she chooses to give up, then you agree. After all, she hasn't bothered you anymore, and she didn't say that she wants to find others, so that proves. She can still adjust her mentality."

"Here she also agreed to see a psychiatrist." Tang Si said: "There shouldn't be any need to worry about those problems."

After Tang Si said these words, there was a long silence over there.

Tang Si frowned: "What? What's the problem?"

"No." Lu Yan: "It's just that the noisy kid at home suddenly went home. I'm not used to it."

There was a helpless smile in his tone.

Tang Si chuckles: "What's so good or bad? Don't you usually live in the army? It's for her to get home."

Lu Yan: "Well, that's it."

"Don't you really like the master girl?" Tang Si laughed.

is it?

Lu Yan lowered his eyebrows and didn't quite understand his own heart. Anyway, he was not used to being true, and it was true if Song Nuan was bullied.

Tang Si: "Brother urges you to have a girlfriend, don't be too late, it is not good to have children when you are old."

Lu Yan scolded with a smile: "Are you **** older than me?"

Tang Si tilted his head and said softly, "But I have a girlfriend."

"..." The single dog was speechless.

Lu Yan let out a cold voice, "If you have the ability, give birth to one, and then urge me."

"What are you worried about?" Tang Si: "I feel your resentment for not having sex."

Lu Yan's eyes deepened as soon as he said this, he didn't know what he thought of...

...

Song Yi watched him talking outside for a long time, walked to the door and waited.

He didn't bother in the past, nor did he listen to him on the phone, just standing at the door and watching from a distance.

Tang Si's back was in the night, slender and tall, with one hand in his pocket, standing lazily and casually.

She just watched, he fetched a cigarette from his pocket with one hand, skillfully clicked one, followed the phone with one hand, and smoked with the other.

Song Yi looked at it and laughed inexplicably.

This kind of him, casually, on the phone, smiles from time to time, smokes from time to time, serious, with rottenness and wildness.

Every move is attractive, attracting people's attention, and Tang Si seems to look good in everything.

Tang Si suddenly glanced at Song Yi standing behind him, he turned his head, looked at her and smiled, still talking to the other side of the phone.

Holding a cigarette in one hand, he smiled and beckoned to Song Yi, motioning to let her pass.

That way, deep into Song Yi's eyes, printed on the tip of her heart, a simple movement stirred her heartstrings.

The charm of this mature man is really...

It can arouse her desire to bully him severely.

The more I think about it, the more excited I am.

Stepping towards Tang Si, Tang Si just hung up the phone.

As soon as she got to the side, Tang Si raised his hand and held the person in his arms.

"Who is calling?"

"Lu Yan, ask if Song Nuan is home."

You can smell tobacco at close range. The cigarette Tang Si smokes is not unpleasant, and it can even be said to be quite good.

But smoking is not good after all.

"Is the cigarette easy to smoke?" Song Yi looked at Tang Si, "It smells good?"

"Do you like to smell it?" Tang Si licked the cigarette, his voice was vague, deep but sexy, with a sultry smile.

After asking, Tang Si inhaled, spit out slightly, threw it on the ground, and wiped out the cigarette with his feet: "In the future, I should smoke less and smoke with your back. Secondhand smoke is not good."

After Tang Si finished speaking, he looked inside the house again: "Look at what your parents and sister are doing?"

They are inside, all busy, no one pays attention to the outside.

Song Yi listened to Tang Si's words and looked into the room, turning around to speak.

Before he could speak, the warm breath hit his face, and the man bent over and kissed her lips.

Puff, puff--

Song Yi's heart beat faster, feeling the unexpected kiss.

The smell was his smell, the man's big palm was on the back of her head to prevent her from hiding behind, and the thumb was on her face, looking gentle.

This action was crisp to the bottom of my heart.

The other hand, clasping her thin waist, also avoids her back.

A gentle and domineering kiss.

Song Yi thought that this might be seen by his parents and Song Nuan inside, and felt even more exciting.

He pushed Tang Si's shoulder with his hand, and he wanted to refuse it.

In the end, Tang Si gently bit her lip, then let go.

The tone was lazy, with a touch of wickedness, and a low voice dumb, as if he was talking in her ear: "Good, you don't smoke, and apples are not as sweet as you."

"Next time, don't feed the apples and kiss me directly."

The meaning of this is obvious, meaning that she should kiss him in front of her parents if she has the ability.

Song Yi's cheeks are reddish, although he has become accustomed to his rogue ridicule, but being caught off guard will still make her heart beat faster as before.

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