Being His Little Fox

After Zhou Liang left, Tang Si's dark eyes looked around again.

Song Yi felt that she was cold, there was no one around, and there was a wound on her neck inexplicably.

"Follow me in the car." A man's voice was heard in the ear.

There was a sense of security in such a strange night.

Song Yi is not a person who is afraid of things, but it does not mean that she is not afraid of such strange things.

In the car.

Tang Si's narrow eyes kept looking at her clothes.

His eyes were shining, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Song Yi licked his lips, ready to speak.

"Back to me, pull down the suspender skirt, and I will look at your back."

Tang Si spoke first.

This sentence... If you say these things in another scene, she will definitely slap him. Isn't this a **** gangster?

However, Song Yi did not refuse, but did not agree.

A pair of charming fox eyes stared at him like this.

"Should you not comfort me in this situation?"

"I'm really scared."

There was water in her eyes, as if she would cry in the next second. Such a delicate beauty, whoever looks at it will be pitiful and distressed.

Tang Si's eyebrows were wild and wild, but at this moment he held his look: "Song Yi, don't force me to do it on you personally."

"Do you pull down by yourself or me?"

The tone was quite serious, a little lazy when we first met.

The fierce determination in his bones was undoubtedly revealed.

"I'll do it myself." Song Yi turned around.

It is indeed time to cooperate with the inspection. She is not an unreasonable person, but facing a man who has just met a day, just look at her back, she has not yet opened up to such a point.

But-now I have to do something.

The lights were on in the car, and the car lights were not very bright, but it was enough to see what was behind her.

The woman's back is slender, her posture is weak, and her skin is white.

The exposed right-angled shoulders are quite beautiful.

Tang Si's eyes fell on the back of her neck.

I can see it more clearly through the lights in the car. This is not caused by a knife, but more like a certain kind of card.

He frowned and touched lightly with his fingers.

Song Yi trembled slightly all over, touching the wound with obvious pain.

She rarely gets hurt, except when she was a child...

But it is far away from when she was a child, at least she has not been injured in recent years, this kind of pain is quite painful to her.

She shuddered, he could feel it.

"Women are beautiful."

Song Yi wanted to scold someone. As a woman, I shouldn't be charming?

If you have the ability, you **** give me one!

Dog man!

In the end Song Yi said: "Women have more pain nerves than men."

She knew something from the bottom of her heart. Even if the cash cow was dug back, it would not be easy to discipline. She had a bad temper.

But all of this can be tolerated. Anyway, it is necessary to establish a person and be obedient in public, and she can ignore it in private.

She tilted her head and looked at Tang Si behind her. "Does it feel quite hard?"

Tang Si raised his eyes and glanced at her. The curve of the woman's profile is very smooth, with a soft and beautiful charm, very delicate.

Song Yi said to himself: "My unprovoked injury has caused you a pair of troubles, and you have to deal with the flying injuries on my body."

"But if you come to my company, you won't have these troubles. I promise you to be happy like a fairy."

Tang Si stared at the wound on her neck, scarlet and glaring.

He pulled his lips suddenly: "You go on like this..."

Song Yi: "???"

The man continued: "I should suspect you like me."

Song Yi: "???"

"You are a little handsome, oh no, you are handsome, but who gives you the confidence to make you more narcissistic than your looks?"

Tang Si listened and knew that she had a good mouth.

But he didn't mind at all. He tilted his head lazily and licked his blushing lips: "Is it?"

Song Yi turned around and stared at him to see what else he could do.

He said: "Normal suspects will clean up their suspicions, not like you."

"Say in front of my face, let me be happy, happy, like, god, and immortal."

He paused every word, and the pronunciation of the next few words was extremely heavy.

There was an indispensable smirk on his face.

But it didn't seem to be that smirk. It contained other meanings, like the fog outside the car, invisible and intangible.

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