Being His Little Fox

She looked out the window and didn't know what her mind was thinking. She only felt that although Tang Si looked relaxed, there seemed to be a sense of depression all over her body.

It may also be because of the strong smell of smoke on his body that made her feel that Tang Si was smoking to relieve her worry.

The atmosphere in this car is too dull, she always likes to be more lively, she is afraid of being alone.

And thinking that Tang Si was also good for her last night, she sometimes played wildly and didn't know how to speak, but she was always clean physically and never did anything extraordinary.

Maybe Tang Si thinks she is a member of the entertainment industry, and she is not very clean.

Licking her lips, she suddenly found the subject and said, "Have you seen it all?"

The woman's gentle voice came, clear like spring water, very soft and gentle.

He naturally knew what Song Yi was asking.

Tang Si looked forward, his lips moved slightly, and said lightly, "No."

"No?" Song Yi frowned, obviously not happy. This was a denial of her feminine charm.

No, what kind of no, does she have no Xiong, or did she not see?

Tang Si is a policeman, naturally sensitive and keen. Hearing Song Yi's tone, he glanced sideways at Song Yi while he was at the red light.

She stared at herself like that, very dissatisfied, her cheeks were bulging, and she was a little more cute. I don't know how, the air in the car seemed to be rendered sweet and soft by her.

Tang Si curled his lips and chuckled, looking wild and stubborn. He held the steering wheel in one hand and touched his chin against the car window with the other, staring at the traffic lights.

Indifferently: "Just like C-D."

The man's magnetic and low voice followed the wind outside the window into Song Yi's ears, with a smile, light and seductive.

The voice passed by, Song Yi's whole body was itchy like an electric current, causing her heart to tremble slightly.

And the words went through the brain to the heart, like a rogue ridicule, which made people angry and annoying, and felt that there was a girlish young and shy.

Immediately after, Song Yi felt that there was a whistling wind in her ears, which caused a mess in her mind, and directly blew her thoughts away, and the one-word answer made her bewildered.

He is too good at disturbing people's thoughts, and too good at leading people to jump into his speech pit, just a cunning and cunning smiling tiger.

In the light of the wind, your death will be set.

When Song Yi was stunned, he still didn't forget to say: "I made it up to your satisfaction? Or, am I accurate?"

The voice is sloppy, unremarkable, joking.

Song Yi has always been a reluctant temper. She looked at the car window, her red lips lightly raised: "Why can I tell you?"

After a pause, she said, "If you tell me if you have 18 cm, I will tell you whether you guessed it right."

There is a bright smile in the woman's voice, which is delicate and provocative.

Tang Si was not surprised that Song Yi could say such a thing.

Just glanced at Song Yi, the woman was sitting in the co-pilot with her arms around her chest, her skin was delicate, and the lines and softness of her profile were not as bright as her front face, but her profile was gentle and soft.

She combines the femininity and tenderness of women. But with her temperament, she gave people the feeling that she was a bright fairy, brightly hooked, but with thorns, not easy to provoke, and could die on her if she was not careful.

"I've seen it all. Is the answer C or D that important?" He held the steering wheel in his hand, turned a corner, his tone was still light, and said half jokingly: "Ms. Song don't want to dig people and think about it. I'm cheap."

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