Being His Little Fox

After Song Yi answered the phone, he almost ran out.

Li Wen kept following, only to realize that Tang Si woke up once. Since Tang Si's accident and Song Yi calmed down, Li Wen hadn't seen her have such a big mood swing for a long time.

Until the hospital, he fell asleep again.

The doctor and Bo Shiyan were explaining his physical condition. After all, Bo Shiyan was also a doctor and could better understand what the doctor was talking about.

After the doctor left.

Bo Shiyan looked at Song Yi: "He woke up for less than a minute and passed out without saying anything."

Song Yi: "When will I wake up again? Does it prove that he has a higher chance of recovering?"

"What is his situation?"

"In his consciousness, he really wants to wake up, but because of his body, it doesn't work." Bo Shiyan licked his lips: "He will definitely wake up again in the future. He has strong willpower."

"But... it's not ruled out that those poisonous attacks in his body made him very painful, so he woke up." Bo Shiyan: "Then couldn't bear it, and fainted again."

These words made Song Yi's heart tight.

After that day, Song Yi didn't leave the hospital anymore, copying Buddhist scriptures and handling matters, they were all beside the hospital bed.

The next day, the doctor said that Tang Si's condition had improved a bit and he could choose to transfer to hospital.

Song Yi always felt that the hospital was not very safe, so he transferred Tang Si to Bo Shiyan's research institute.

There are residents, medical equipment, and more professional doctors.

Previously, Tang Si was not allowed to come here for treatment, just because the equipment here was lacking, and now they have all been filled.

"Relax." Bo Shiyan said comfortingly seeing Song Yi staring at Tang Si.

"Ok."

...

At night, the temperature was very cold, and Song Yi kept watching him.

Feeling that she hadn't hugged him for a long time and fell asleep, she lowered her eyebrows, shook his hand, and moved her lips slightly: "You have slept alone for so long, so you really don't wake up?"

After saying this sentence, the whole room became quiet and silent.

Song Yi did not think that Tang Si could wake up, nor did he think that he could respond to him.

And under the dim light. The man's eyelashes moved lightly, silently, and opened his eyes.

Peach blossom eyes are hazy, like a layer of fog, staring at the woman by the bed for a moment.

Song Yi held the man's hand with only a shallow body temperature.

In the past, his temperature was scorching hot, which made her heart beat like thunder, but now, it seems that it is going to become slightly cool.

She held it tighter and tighter, for fear that the temperature would fade from her hand.

"pain……"

Suddenly, a voice that was so weak that she could hardly be heard reached her ears.

He raised his head instantly and saw that he was awake.

Song Yi's lips were trembling, and his hands were shaking, expecting him to wake up countless times. He really woke up, but it seemed that he couldn't say anything.

Just holding his hand sobbing and crying, don't want to cry, but still endure it.

But couldn't help it.

All the fragility was exposed at this moment.

She never gave up on herself, never continued to show others negative things, and did not burden others.

But at this moment in front of him, we couldn't help the feeling of breaking the bank.

I feel aggrieved inexplicably, but I don't know where to start.

Tang Si looked at her, rubbing her cheek with his fingers, his voice still quiet.

"What are you crying about."

Tang Si's voice is dumb and weak, almost speaking out in a breath: "I really don't have the strength to hug you now, don't cry."

Crying distressed.

"I..." Song Yi tried to suppress his emotions: "I thought you didn't want me anymore."

"You can cry so beautifully." Tang Si looked at her, his eyes were very tired and weak, but there was a thick love in his eyes: "I don't have to ask you."

Song Yi sniffed, "Bad son."

Tang Si twitched the corners of his lips: "How long have I slept."

Song Yi knew what he was worried about. She explained all the things, and then said: "There is nothing wrong with you, someone will solve the follow-up. You should take good care of yourself."

"Heh..." Tang Si: "I am not asking this. The speed of your speaking gives me no chance to interrupt you at all."

Song Yi: "What is that?"

Tang Si closed his eyes, seeming to ease his breath, and then said: "I want to know, our child, it has been a few months."

"Want to know, during this period, how did the child's mother live?"

"Very good." Song Yi squeezed his hand: "I'll ask the doctor to come in and show you."

Now that I wake up, it is a good time to look at my body.

Tang Si shook his head and gently held her hand, weak.

Song Yi suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?"

"It feels magical." Song Yi looked at him: "I think, with your little strength, who can hold it?"

Once a man who seemed to be omnipotent, now with this little strength, it is indeed quite magical.

Tang Si's peachy eyes blinked slightly: "Do you hate me?"

"..." The big man, what are you doing?

Song Yi: "Why don't you call a doctor?"

"I want to stay with you for a while." Tang Si: "I'm fine."

...

This night was the most peaceful night Song Yi slept.

The next morning, Tang Si was in better shape than last night.

It is a sign of getting better.

Bo Shiyan came in to talk to him.

Tang Si was able to communicate normally at this time.

Bo Shiyan sat down with his notebook, tilted Erlang's legs, holding a pen in his hand, and said slowly: "I heard that I woke up last night. How do you feel now?"

"Not very good." Tang Si said lazily: "If you want to move, you can't move, if you want to get up, you can't get up."

He said: "Like a trash."

He hates this feeling of incapacity.

"Yes, I can pinch you to death now." Bo Shiyan relentlessly recorded: "Do you feel uncomfortable in any way?"

"It's not comfortable anywhere." Tang Si replied.

"..." Bo Shiyan pursed his lips, raised his good-looking eyebrows, and looked at him: "Did your brain explode, you, answer something more specifically."

Tang Si's lips moved and wanted to speak.

Bo Shiyan twitched the corners of his lips at this time, interrupting Tang Si's words to say: "Friendly remind you, don't gag me, I am a doctor now, please describe it well."

"It's about your body."

"Also, if you have been sleeping for so long, whether it affects your xing function or your future xing happiness, I hope you can answer it well."

"..." is a real threat.

Tang Si said exactly what he was unwell.

Tang Si: "Then can I do this?"

concern.

Bo Shiyan: "In fact, it didn't have much effect. The body will naturally recover when it recovers."

"..." Fuck.

Obviously, Tang Si was shaved by Bo Shiyan.

He is a little bit yin and yang: "In these days, doctors can really do whatever they want with patients. They can do whatever they want."

Bo Shiyan: "What do you want? What did I do to you?"

"I advise you that these four words are better to be used effectively. These four words are not so serious when they come out of your mouth."

Tang Si sneered.

"I don't have serious thoughts about you, I'm afraid you will covet me."

Then he asked: "When can I get out of bed and walk?"

It's normal for these two people to gag.

Bo Shiyan pushed his glasses: "If you recover well, you can exercise. Take your time. You have been lying down for a long time, and your limbs have deteriorated. Now the possible strength is not as strong as a 5-year-old child, which means you may even A five-year-old can't beat it."

"So I advise you to do whatever I say in the near future, not to resist."

Good thing, Tang Si is not working.

Some people have become arrogant.

Tang Si: "..."

"Row."

Bo Shiyan: "I thought that after this incident, your mind would become awkward."

He smiled: "But now it seems that you can still describe yourself where you are uncomfortable, and that proves that your brain has not been blown up."

Tang Si: Ha ha...

"Don't bully him all the time." Song Yi opened the door and came in: "What are you doing bullying the injured?"

"It's just a normal check. Don't protect him like that." Bo Shiyan said: "It's finally so easy to be pushed down and bullied once. I have to seize the opportunity."

Song Yi took something to eat.

Bo Shiyan reached out and took away the stewed chicken legs: "Thank you, you guys talk."

"..." Song Yi warmly reminded: "Feng Shui takes turns, he will get better one day, it's better to relax a little."

Song Yi fed Tang Si very carefully.

His beard grew and his whole person looked quite rough.

But inexplicably wild and beautiful.

Tang Si looked at her: "I have never seen you so gentle before."

There used to be a little fox, a little wild cat, who loved to scratch him.

Now I am really not used to it.

Song Yi suddenly felt that Bo Shiyan was right. Tang Si who was lying down really wanted to bully him.

"Then I'm a little rude?" Song Yi: "I can choke you to death."

Tang Si stopped talking.

But I stopped eating.

"what happened?"

"Can't eat." Tang Si said, "I feel nauseous."

After all, I haven't eaten for a long time, and now I suddenly eat something, my stomach feels uncomfortable, and I don't get used to it.

"I should make you porridge." Song Yi: "There is one in the kitchen."

With that, she got up to go to the kitchen.

"No need." Tang Si pulled her: "I really can't eat it."

Song Yi looked at Tang Si and suddenly said, "I feel you are very hypocritical now."

"And also very squeamish, and sissy."

Song Yi wanted to scold him.

Only when he woke up did it prove to be real.

He clamored, talked, talked back, everything was so familiar.

Everything is developing in a good direction.

"..." Hearing this, he was in his throat.

It's a little funny to want to come to Tang Si: "My dear, I'm a patient, so I can't understand and love more?"

"Sit here, are you tired?" He suddenly asked, "Go and ask someone to bring you a comfortable chair."

Even in bed, I still care about people.

Song Yi: "I'm not so squeamish."

"I look distressed." Tang Si: "Or come to bed and rest for a while?"

"It's been a long time since I hug you."

Song Yi: "You're all like this, can you be honest?"

"Yes." Tang Si's expression recovered a little, and he said, "Just sleep for a while."

"..."

The main thing is that although the words that the quack doctor Bo Shiyan said were funny, he still had lingering fears. Moreover, those words were not unreasonable.

Song Yi ignored him and wouldn't mess with him.

I also quite understand Tang Si's current state, half of which is pretending.

There are a few people who have slaughtered the Quartet on the battlefield and have become unacceptable in this state.

Tang Si didn't let Song Yi take care of himself, but sometimes Tang Si cared more about Song Yi.

She is also a pregnant woman, and she also needs to be taken care of.

In Song Yi's trance, there was a hope for the birth of a small life.

"Tang Si, I think that if you have a child, the child will be spoiled by you as a demon king."

His temper is really unclear.

I really want to see him educating children and being a father.

"Then be the devil." Tang Si smiled, "I can stand up to it if something happens."

"It's just that kind of reasonable and knowledgeable devil."

Personality belongs to personality, but three views must be righteous, and things must be righteous.

...

During Tang Si's recuperation, many people came to see him, including Song Yi's parents in the Criminal Investigation Detachment.

New Year's Eve this day.

Tang Si was able to go, but his movements were a little slow.

Because of his good health, he recovered quickly, and ordinary people had to raise them for several months before leaving.

Tang Si mainly injured his head and internal organs, as well as some traumas. He also had broken legs, but not serious.

He started walking, but he was not as arrogant as before.

"Let's go for a walk." Song Yi said, "I want to see the bustling night scene, which is red and beautiful."

Tang Si was limping and walking slowly.

"Call a bodyguard to follow." Tang Si was a little helpless: "I really don't have the ability to protect you right now. It's the Chinese New Year. There is a lot of people and everyone will be there, for fear of danger."

Song Yi laughed: "It's okay, I can protect you."

Tang Si had forgotten.

Song Yi's ability was almost a tie with him.

But no matter what, I am pregnant now.

Still took a person to follow in the distance.

The two walked slowly on the street, both dressed in thick clothes. Tang Si didn't need crutches, so he walked hard.

He doesn't like to rely on anything, if he can use it, he will never use it.

Song Yi liked his traits, independent but not strong.

In Tang Si's world, it seems that there has never been the kind of thought of relying on something to survive.

He has always been on his own. Anything that has a dependency is terrible.

But except Song Yi.

"I thought about this a long time ago, but I didn't expect it would be like this." Song Yi: "I think we will walk on the street wantonly."

She tilted her head to look at Tang Si with a smile: "But you are like an old man now, walking slowly."

"It's slow." Tang Si smiled: "Aren't you waiting for me? What anxious."

He walked slowly, but didn't let Song Yi support him, instead Song Yi held his arm.

Snow flies up on New Year's Eve, and Song Yi wears a thick scarf, covering half of his face, only showing a pair of beautiful clear fox eyes.

At this moment, the winter snow is warm, and the cold wind can blow mildly.

Snowflakes are floating, like a pure blessing from heaven.

Tang Si stopped, looked at her low, and suddenly reached out and pulled her scarf down.

"Baby, let brother kiss, it's warmer than a scarf."

Following the man's quiet and sultry breath, the hot breath hit his face, and the soft lips touched.

Neon flashes, street lights are bright, and the cold air seems to be frozen and then melted away.

The surrounding air rubbed his breath and smell, and it was really warm.

Tears flashed in the corner of the woman's eyes, her hand gripped the fabric of his chest, and kissed him back on her tiptoe.

Brother Tang Si, when will you marry me and go home?

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