Being His Little Fox

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The next day, Song Yi went to deal with the affairs of Tang Si police station.

When he returned home in the cold wind, his body seemed to be full of chill.

When I entered the door, all the air was exhaled.

Bo Shiyan was already waiting for Song Yi at home.

This gave Song Yi a bad feeling in her heart. She took off her coat: "Are you waiting for me specifically?"

"Did Tang Si's health deteriorate again?" Song Yi hung up his clothes and walked towards him.

In fact, there is nothing to talk between the two of them, so most of the time, they have no words to talk about.

Bo Shiyan stood up, walked to the kitchen and brought out a bowl of warm soup.

"He is fine, and he is improving, don't worry." He handed Tang to Song Yi, "I am worried about your body."

"You are pregnant, running like this outside, you should pay more attention."

"Thank you." Song Yi took the soup in his hand, and when he drank it, his whole body was warm.

I didn't expect Bo Shiyan to be so careful.

"Originally, you shouldn't handle these things, but you are more convincing on the side of the bureau."

Tang Si was in poor health, and Bo Shiyan asked, "What did the police say?"

"Did you say you want to see Tang Si?"

Song Yi said, "I said he needs to sit still for three days, and I asked them to come and see after three days."

"Can Tang Si get out of bed in three days?"

"Yes." Bo Shiyan: "I gave him some medicine, and his body functions are recovering, plus his own physical fitness is excellent, so at this time, the recovery will be faster."

There was finally some hope in Song Yi's eyes: "Then is he awake now?"

"Well," Bo Shiyan: "I just woke up, and I was upstairs. I thought he had nothing to say with me, so he just talked a few words and came down."

Song Yi looked at the soup in the bowl: "He asked you to make this?"

Bo Shiyan: "..."

Although he didn't want to admit it, Tang Si did ask him to do it.

Just nodded.

He didn't have the details that Tang Si did.

Comparing the details with the criminal investigator, it is really incomparable. People are convicted by searching evidence.

"Thank you." Song Yi put down the bowl and walked upstairs impatiently: "I'll go up and see him."

......

In the room upstairs.

Tang Si was sitting on the bed with a small table in front of him, holding a pen and paper in his hand, writing something.

Looking at it from a distance, he looked down seriously, but his face was pale.

Song Yi never felt that Tang Si was so weak.

It feels as if it breaks easily with a light touch.

"What are you writing?" Song Yi said.

The pen in Tang Si's hand stopped, and he raised his head and looked in Song Yi's direction.

He smiled, like a spring breeze blowing his face, everything began to recover from the bottom of his heart, he waved to Song Yi: "Come here."

Song Yi walked over and sat on the side of the bed.

Tang Si looked at her face earnestly, his tone distressed and pity: "The eyes are all crying and swollen."

The man’s tone, with the same indolence as before, quietly raised the ending tone: "Think I am going to die?"

He gently rubbed the corner of Song Yi's eyes with his fingertips, carefully dangling, Song Yi's face gently rubbed his hand, his tone was a little soft: "If you die, you can still get the inheritance. What's so scary."

"If you dare to take a look, I will take your money, take your son or daughter, and marry another man."

Tang Si laughed lowly: "Then my coffin board can't hold it down, it can give me madness."

"So you can't leave me."

"Yeah." Tang Si's voice was low, "I can't bear to die."

He didn't want to experience the helplessness and dying struggle yesterday.

Heart-piercing dullness and pain.

That made him clearly know that even if he died, he would not be stunned.

He is gone, what should she do?

Tang Si's tone became softer again. Without waiting for Song Yi to speak, Tang Si said again, "I'm sorry."

Sorry for not protecting you, nor protecting yourself.

"Why say sorry?"

"I didn't do anything." Tang Si smiled, "I didn't make your dream come true. Don't want to marry another man."

"I promised to marry me, but still dare to half-hearted? Huh?"

"Don't dare." Song Yi also laughed, his condition is much better than yesterday.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable?"

"It's fine."

"What is it writing?" Song Yi looked down at the things Tang Si had just written.

Only see the title on the A4 paper, the clues about the T organization and the follow-up progress report.

"Why are you still writing this?" Song Yi curled his eyebrows: "Can you let go of work?"

Tang Si pursed his lips and did not speak for a long time.

This time, it's not just for work.

In fact, everyone is assigned to do the work, but this time, he does it by himself and he is relieved.

"I have already asked the Bureau of Cheng to ask for leave for you."

"I know." Tang Si: "When I woke up, you just left, I greeted Cheng Ju."

"Otherwise, do you think you can ask for leave for me so easily?"

He is not a small clerk. He is in an important position. He can ask for leave without just a few words. It is related to business affairs and everything is very strict.

"Okay." Song Yi nodded: "You have to do these things, I can't stop you."

Song Yi looked at him: "Work and personal, you have to weigh clearly."

"The body is your own, you have to learn to cherish, when can you learn to love yourself?"

Tang Si pursed his lips: "Are you angry?"

Song Yipai began: "No."

Now is not the time to be angry. Is it useful to be angry?

When he was angry, he had to go his own way, and Song Yi couldn't make Tang Si make decisions according to her thinking.

Sometimes I wonder whether work is more important between work and her.

But this man can even kill his own life for her, so what right does she have to miss him like that.

Song Yi brewed his emotions and spoke slowly: "I just have some more and more unable to see through you."

She doesn't want to fight with him now, doesn't want to make trouble with him.

It is normal for two people to have differences of opinion.

She was for him, and Song Yi didn't know where his heart was.

Looking at Tang Si is like looking at flowers in the fog.

Sometimes I think I can see him through, know his thoughts, and know his behavior.

But Tang Si, the man, experience, experience, and even IQ skills are ultimately above her.

I also felt more and more that I really couldn't figure it out, as if he was very close to her, and it seemed so far away.

At this moment, Tang Si's eyes were profound, looking at her face, she was close at hand, could hear her breathing and feel her fragrance.

The distance is very close, every inch of breath seems to spread towards him, caressing his skin, soft and charming, those things seep into his blood from the skin.

A mood that couldn't be described in words spread to the bone marrow and quietly exploded in his mind.

She is still so beautiful, beautiful enough to infiltrate everything.

So, how could he pull her into the dirty mud?

"Don't read it through." Tang Si: "That's not a good thing."

He doesn't need someone to empathize with him, especially Song Yi.

He alone is enough.

The heavy load can be placed on him alone.

Song Yi could feel his deep and thick gaze, his eyes were filled with her.

Through the eyes, take root in the bottom of my heart, allowing the vines with love to grow and entangle myself.

Tang Si lowered his eyebrows slightly: "I think my actions and expressions have been very clear."

"No matter what I do, it is the best now, and you will understand in the future."

Song Yi: "Then why can't you tell me now?"

"..."

Tang Si was silent.

Tell you now, you will never let me do that.

Love and love, sin and evil, diversified things are entangled, burning and colliding with each other, as if condensed into a force, pushing him to the edge of the cliff.

The choice he made was to take root and sprout on the cliff, and if he was lucky, beautiful flowers would bloom.

There is no way for such a thing, only one step at a time.

Song Yi didn't know what language he should use to describe his current mood.

Silence seems to be the normal state of people. Silence represents a lot of things you want to say but you don’t know how to say it.

Silence also means rejection, but deep down in my heart, I also know that I can’t refuse and can’t find the best solution to refuse.

Because the words of refusal are pale and weak and unable to persuade, they will be silent.

Tang Si looked at her, he knew her state of mind very well, and her silence was just refusing.

At this moment, her heart is struggling to convince herself.

When the ideal life is torn apart by reality, it is more powerless.

Perhaps people should look at the world with gentle eyes, but even with gentle filters, they can’t see it well.

Song Yi was deeply relieved, his heart lingered and hesitating, that emotion and thoughts trampled on all her ability to express and senses.

"Song Yi." Tang Si broke the silence.

Song Yi responded lightly: "Yes."

Tang Si's tone was calm: "Don't you regret it?"

"Regret?" Song Yi raised his eyes with clear eyes. She is a smart woman with high IQ and EQ.

She can face everything calmly.

And these days, she also calmed down and thought deeply.

"Tang Si, do you love me?"

"I love you."

Song Yi: "If you love me, can you give me life?"

"You know, you can."

"But you just don't want to give me the right to control your life. You are binding me." Song Yi looked at him: "You can give me your life, which means you can die for me. But I can't decide you. How to die."

"The control of your life is still in your hands."

"Then you tell me that you can love me with your life." Song Yi was dull: "I don't deny your love. No one in this world can love me more and love me more than you."

"I can feel it clearly."

"But, do you know? There is a haze hidden in this love, and it blocks my eyes."

In this world, it is difficult for anyone to love someone like Tang Si.

It is difficult to have someone as thorough as Song Yi.

When both parties want to be good for each other, and when the other party feels bad at a little bit, it is a symbol of rejection and rebuttal, and the beginning of quarrel and distance.

"If you love me, you should make me happy, right?"

"Don't you think about it, do I love you too?" Song Yi asked him loudly, "Don't you know, can I love you with my life?"

"You abuse yourself, will I be happy?"

Her words, flooded into his heart, gradually swelled, and seemed to be about to explode.

His little fox saw through the corruption and selfishness in his bones.

Uncovering the unsightly boundary, she exposed the last inch of what seemed to be a pure land with blood.

She can see everything clearly.

He was afraid that Song Yi would say this, but she said it after all.

This is a field that has not been stepped out, an experience that has never been experienced, here, he is also a blank paper.

is not it……

It's true that they both love to the extreme, which means it is inappropriate...

When she sees the essence of everything, she begins to refute and argue, does it mean that the war to end this relationship has begun.

Song Yi was right. If Song Yi is in danger, he can sacrifice for him and die for him at any time.

But the control of life is not with her.

However, the essence of what he did was still for her. Was it wrong?

Falling into desperation alone, hitting nowhere, unable to wait for a viable life-saving straw.

The drowning emotion spreads and surrounds people, and the internal organs are squeezed by these emotions to arouse pain.

Tang Si did not speak.

Song Yi stared at him calmly and said, "Then I can understand that you can die for me, you can die for the mission, which is equivalent to dying for the people rescued by the mission."

"Then, am I essentially the same as those people? You still think of me as the people you guard." Her clear and charming voice, every word: "And I, just more than those people A title and title for your girlfriend."

"It's just the people who can sleep with you and have children with you."

Her words are like a sharp-edged knife, piercing the heart with frost.

He chopped his marrow violently.

Then pack him up, throw it into a black garbage bag, and then throw it into a garbage dump that no one cares about or even dislikes.

The frost filled his bones, his heart was burning with flames, and the two collided.

It drove the violent ups and downs of the chest, and the pain spreading from the internal organs rushed to the chest and rose to the throat, without spitting out a word: "Uh-cough cough cough..."

The man clutched his chest and coughed violently.

The blood donated coughed out of her mouth, and again and again, the blood was hot and scarlet, scalding her eyes and heart.

"Tang Si!" Song Yi stepped forward and supported him.

The man coughs constantly, breathes violently, hurriedly, painfully, and unbearably.

It swept across the sky in an instant.

"sorry Sorry……"

Song Yi panicked, Bo Shiyan heard the movement and came upstairs.

She knew he was not like that, she knew it.

But why did she use vicious language to stimulate him.

why.

why……

"You go out first and I will give him emergency first aid."

...

The world is quiet at this moment, silent.

Song Yi squatted at the door, hugging himself, listening to the sound and movement in the house.

Lost and empty, it turned out that she could be so vicious.

It turns out that the man she loves so much can be so cruel.

Song Yi was ups and downs, and there was a mess in his head.

It turns out that she is not a good person, and the law cannot convict her. So she went into the prison of hell.

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