Being His Little Fox

Tang Si responded very quickly: "I won't report it. You will naturally report it after you handle the matter, I believe."

"So kind, beautiful and generous."

He thought for a while: "What did you go over there today?"

"It's about work." Song Yi said, "Are you finished? Are you coming here?"

Tang Si said: "The arrest went smoothly. Then someone will go to interrogate."

"Go, let's go home."

"Can you really go back?"

Tang Si: "It's really nothing."

"They will call me if something happens."

As soon as this voice fell, a team member ran over from a distance.

"There was a woman who was just caught who answered a phone call and was about to commit suicide. We are pulling it now. It really can't work. She wants to bite her tongue."

Tang Si frowned: "Have you asked what the situation is?"

"The doctor called and said she had cancer."

Tang Si looked at Song Yi: "You take a taxi and go back."

"Good." Song Yi said, "Come back soon."

After all, I have to go back to see my son, otherwise I can stay here and wait for him.

Tang Si touched her head.

Song Yi took away his hand, tiptoed up to his ear, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "There are some accounts. I will settle with you when you come back."

Tang Si: "..."

...

The other side.

When Fu Jingsheng returned, he found that Song Yi had already left.

Then I received news from Song Yi, and I also understood the ins and outs.

Just think it's funny.

Song Yi: "Without you, aren't you the one who claims to be walking? I don't know how the anti-pornography brigade is coming over?"

"They are also temporary police officers." Fu Jingsheng touched the tip of his nose: "Besides, the person reporting the crime is brother-in-law, so I can never monitor the phone."

"And he is so awesome, how can I catch him."

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been entangled with Tang Si for so long at that time. When I was still in the t organization, I fought with Tang Si.

Is a very powerful opponent.

Song Yi: "I'm too lazy to tell you, I see your nephew."

"When my nephew grows up, you can play with me for two days, can't you?"

Song Yi chuckled: "How do you play? Do you make him cry every day? Like your brother-in-law."

Tang Song was teased and cried by Tang Si how many times.

If it was unintentional before, it may be intentional now, as if this man appreciates his son crying, his expression is like watching a play.

I don't know where this bad taste came from.

"Hahahaha." Fu Jingsheng smiled ruthlessly: "It's so miserable."

"But this may also be a man's hobby." Fu Jingsheng said: "Either make a woman cry or make a child cry, right?"

"roll."

"Beep beep—" The phone was hung up.

Then a text message from Fu Jingsheng came in: [Sister really borrowed me from other provinces for a few days and I would take a few photos, but it’s really not possible. Son, those women are so annoying, Lao Tzu haunts Lao Tzu every day wherever he goes. 】

[You don’t know how annoying they are, I am the first and two big. 】

Song Yi: [It can be solved by finding a fierce girlfriend. 】

Fu Jingsheng: [Then do I still have to live? 】

...

trial room.

The woman with disheveled hair was fixed on the interrogation chair.

Tang Si sat opposite.

He looked at her: "Why commit suicide? Just because of cancer?"

The woman sat opposite and refused to speak.

Tang Si dealt with this woman for a long time.

Finally pried her mouth open.

"In the beginning, I didn’t want to do this business. I just went down the road by mistake. I found out that I was pregnant, but my boyfriend didn’t want me anymore. I wanted to give birth to this child again because I was illiterate. In the big city, I have no ability. I can’t raise this child, so I’m forced to go down this road. But I’m good-looking, and someone who has taken a fancy to me, let me do this.”

She bit her lip: "The child in her belly has been three months old, and now she is not very pregnant."

Because he heard that she was a pregnant woman, Tang Si's tone of interrogation slowed down a lot.

"So you think you got this cancer because you did such a bad thing?"

"Yes!" The woman raised her head, her eyes filled with despair.

"I want this child to be born with full expectation."

"I didn't expect that I could get cancer. It was at an advanced stage. I won't live for two months."

She choked up: "This is all retribution."

"I thought my life would be very good in the future. I didn't expect it to be like this. If you have cancer, you will have a small life. Follow me."

The words of this woman silenced everyone.

In any case, the life in the belly is innocent.

The fetal heart can already be heard in the stomach of a three-month-old child.

It is already a living life.

"Zhou Liang." Tang Si beckoned.

Ask Zhou Liang to come in and continue the questioning.

After going out, Tang Si stood silent.

Ning Xiachuan looked at him: "I find that your empathy ability is too strong now."

"This is not a good thing."

"Your performance now looks pretty unprofessional."

Tang Si raised his eyes and tilted his head to look at Ningxiachuan: "Yes."

He smiled: "Forgive me for being a father for not hearing this."

I didn't understand this before, but I heard it quite indifferently.

But when you have these and listen to them, your mood is different.

If the woman inside was interrogated, he would still be able to continue the interrogation, but he couldn't bear it anymore. When he could avoid it, he would choose to avoid it.

Instead of holding on.

Ningxia Chuan's lips moved, and he said nothing.

Also, a man with a family and cares is indeed different from the previous lonely person. Such a man looks humane.

Tang Si always treats people with a smile, and he treats everyone with a smile.

He used to be like this, but he always felt that this smile was like a barrier of alienation, shutting everyone out, without any human touch, and felt that the blood all over his body was cold.

Now that he knows where the problem is, he has always been a man of flesh and blood.

It's just that there's no smoke and smoke on his body.

A person without a family, what kind of human touch are you expecting from him?

...

He didn't work overtime that day, and it was quite early when he got home.

The look on his face was the same as usual, nothing unusual.

"What to eat?" Song Yi asked him.

"Learn to cook?"

Song Yi has been studying these days.

"I know it a little bit, but I don't know if it's delicious or not."

Song Yi raised his eyebrows to look at him, propped his hands on the table, and said, "I'm done with the work at work."

"Explain what happened today." Song Yi put his hands around his chest and looked at him with a smile.

In fact, it was just a simple retreat. He believed that all the things he was going to do were business, and reporting such things was really easy.

It's just a coincidence.

This oolong is making trouble.

Tang Si: "Then what did you go there for? It's a work matter, but those working partners don't seem to be very serious and will not cooperate with them in the future."

Song Yi: "Whoever cooperated with them is going to find them to settle accounts."

"Whether it is or not." Tang Si approached her, took her hand, and smiled: "In the future, if you are a girl's family, don't run to those places. If you go to those places, you must follow me in advance. Say hello, it's dangerous, you know?"

"understood."

"and also."

"What?" Song Yi raised his eyes, and directly met the man's beautiful peach eyes.

He said, "Are you a prostitute? It's better not to spend money, Miss Fu, what do you think of me like this? Prostitute casually."

The words were lazily and ridiculous.

Song Yi laughed: "You are tired of playing like you."

Tang Si chuckles: "It's so ruthless."

"What about the son?"

"Sleep upstairs."

"Don't wake him up again, he just fell asleep."

Tang Si said, "That won't work. What do you sleep in during the day? I don't sleep during the day and make a lot of noise at night."

"Is this his work and rest time in the underworld?"

"Tsk." Song Yi glared at Tang Si, "That's your son, don't be so venomous."

"Isn't his work and rest time the same as yours?"

"This is all learned from you, inherited from you."

"..." Why did you inherit him?

"People who love nausea are inherited from you."

"I said, can your little girl be reasonable? Why is it inherited from me?"

Song Yi said: "I am so beautiful and inherited from me."

"Why does a man want to be so beautiful?" Tang Si said lightly, "Just look like an average person."

"If I give you a normal face now, would you agree?"

Tang Si was very indifferent, spreading his hands: "When I went out on the mission, I had all the ugly faces."

His tone is very indifferent.

Song Yi: "So you can accept it?"

The man touched his chin, pondered slightly, then after two or three seconds--

"It's a bit, um..."

"But maybe just get used to it."

"Ha ha."

"You can't be like this. Everyone is equal in life. How can you just look at your appearance."

Song Yi said, "If it weren't for your face, would I be able to see you?"

"If I had such a face, and I did all the bad things, would you still marry me?"

Song Yi chuckled: "If you do all the bad things, I stabbed you and committed suicide."

This seemed to be a joke, but she didn't make a joke at all in her heart.

If Tang Si would do bad things, then there must be his reasons.

So, just stay with me.

Tang Si smiled slowly: "He looks pretty, and he thinks pretty well. Doing bad things let people know that he is not a fool?"

"I went up to see my son and woke him up. I must never sleep during the day."

...

As soon as Tang Si went upstairs, several text messages came in from his cell phone.

Zhou Liang spit out.

[The one who was pregnant was originally afraid of covering her with your clothes in the cold at night, so there are clothes in your office. 】

[I said, how does your body smell like a big man? 】

[It made me think of the child in my stomach when I smelled it and smelled the scent of milk, and now they are still crying. 】

Tang Si: "..."

He frowned and sniffed himself.

Suddenly he curled his lips and smiled.

The taste on his body had changed unconsciously, he really didn't know.

He really smelled like milk.

Holding the little guy every day, he got infected without knowing it.

"You are so comforted over there, hang up."

"..."

Zhou Liang: "That's what you said, he has become empathetic and humane?"

"How do I think he is still that ruthless old man?"

Ningxiachuan: "..."

Too lazy to pay attention to him, turn around and continue reading the file?

Zhou Liang felt bored with his face.

Approaching Ningxiachuan: "You said, like you, when will you be able to find a girlfriend and when will you get married? Which one of us will get rid of the single first?"

Ningxiachuan raised his eyes nonchalantly, looked at him, and spoke slowly: "According to your blind date speed, if you get one a day, you will be earlier than me."

"Then you want to go on a blind date? I asked my mother to introduce you to her. There are so many girls there." Zhou Liang: "Are you worried about getting married? My mother is very enthusiastic."

Ningxiachuan: "I don't think my aunt would neglect to introduce you to me in order to introduce my girlfriend. You use me as a shield to attract the aunt's eyes and attention is useless."

"Ah!" Zhou Liang beat his head and sighed heavily.

"I'm really annoying." Zhou Liang: "Tell me every day, I really have to throw up, okay?"

"You can have a solution." Ningxiachuan said.

When she heard this, her eyes flashed: "What?"

"Find a girlfriend by yourself and bring it to your mother."

"..." Zhou Liang: "I suspect that you are mocking me for not being able to find a girlfriend."

Ningxia Chuan's lips twitched: "You think it is."

"..." Fuck!

Son of a bitch.

Just mocking him.

"You can't find a girlfriend by yourself, what's so cool about it, haha."

...

Song Yi made a few simple dishes at home.

Tang Si was holding the little guy in his arms and eating with chopsticks in his hand.

Song Yi likes to take pictures of them.

This can be regarded as a process of recording growth.

Just like this, the little guy grew up day by day.

In a blink of an eye, it was another winter.

Lanterns were hung high in the street.

It seems that the last year was yesterday. Maybe it was because the days and life were too fulfilling, and I felt that it was very fast.

Tang Song already knows how to play around with toys in his hands, without having to be held by others.

The parents asked to take a family portrait.

Before that, I wanted Tang and Song to draw lots.

This is not superstition, it's just fun.

So this day, there are so many things in front of the little guy.

Pen, ink, paper, inkstone, abacus, coins, books, etc., a dazzling variety of things.

Tang Si hugged him, and Song Yi stood beside him: "Son, what do you like about this thing?"

The eyes of the family were all on the little guy.

Tang Song watched for a long time, but in the end he didn't want anything.

He has been reluctant to start.

"Baby, don't you have what you want?" Song Yi looked at Tang Song: "Tell mom, which one do you like?"

Tang Song's eyes blinked, dark, not interested in these things in front of him at all.

The little guy's hand slowly grabbed Tang Si's big hand.

Tang Si was stunned.

Song's father and Song's mother were also stunned.

Tang Si couldn't believe it, and moved manually: "Baby, tell you to choose the one in front of you."

He tried to withdraw his hand, Tang Song grasped his little finger and did not let go.

The shock in my heart at this moment is beyond words.

His throat moved, and his throat felt astringent.

"The child likes you, just let him hold it." Song Yi smiled: "Isn't this just you?"

Song father Song mother also nodded: "Indeed, I saw this for the first time."

The little guy's soft hands pinched his fingers, and the temperature rose all the way to the apex of his heart. The corners of his lips were bent uncontrollably, and his tone was rare and soft: "Like Dad?"

Tang Song giggled, his little hand didn't let go.

The little guy usually makes noise the most is his dad.

Although his dad always makes me cry, the father and son seem to love and kill each other every day.

Tang Si eased his breath, saying that he was not excited or happy at this time was false.

The smile between his eyebrows and eyes couldn't be concealed, and he reached out and touched the tip of his little nose, his tone was soft and gentle, with a smile: "But in the future, don't take the road like Dad, it's too hard."

He bowed his head slightly, kissed his son's head, and said quietly: "If you like your father, you must love your mother like your father loves your mother."

"You are holding dad's pinky finger as if you are pulling a hook with dad..."

This was said in a very low voice, but Song Yi still heard it.

When the parents saw this situation, they went out quietly.

Song Yi chuckled: "He can't understand things now, it's useless if you talk to him so much."

"You should have been fascinated by these things since you were a child, how hard you have given him."

Song Yi went over and hooked Tang Si's arm with a smile: "I think you have worked harder than me."

During pregnancy, it was Tang Si who worried a lot.

She felt okay, but she was physically uncomfortable, and in her mood, she was still very happy all day long.

"is it?"

Song Yi nodded: "Yes."

Tang Si hugged the little guy: "I don't think so."

"If not, what is it?"

Unprepared, Tang Si lowered his head and kissed her lips: "Our little fairy has a sweet mouth, and it will make her husband happy."

"Tang Si!"

"Yeah." He agreed very cheerfully.

"You are not allowed to kiss me in front of my son. Do you know what it means to be inappropriate for children?"

The man curled the corners of his lips, and his peach blossom eyes were stained with a wicked smile: "Who is called a little fairy with a sweet mouth?"

...

There are some inexplicable magnetic fields between the father and the son, and they usually don't seem to be in harmony. At this time, the father and son are really kind and filial.

Song Yi hopes that the same will happen when his son grows up.

and--

It turns out.

When it comes to dinner in the evening, the little guy still wants his mother to hold him.

"I start to wonder now. If I was holding my son just now, my son would hold my hand."

"That's okay." Tang Si was sitting with his eyebrows dyed and smiling. The sitting posture was always lazy and arbitrary, and his tone was a little lazy: "It proves that his son will not abandon you when he grows up."

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