Being His Little Fox

Song Yi raised his hand and held Liu Qiang's wrist, pulling down fiercely, and at the same time, he lifted his foot and kicked her hand with the dagger fiercely.

Very fast, accurate and ruthless.

The dagger fell to the ground with Song Yi's kick like this, and then she immediately backhanded Liu Qiang.

The counterattack was very beautiful, as if it came from the instinct of the body, clean and neat, without any muddle.

This series of operations was too clean and professional, but Ningxiachuan and Zhou Liang looked silly.

If this series of operations were real and not coincidentally, then the two of them might not be able to beat Song Yi.

Their movements cannot be so smooth and fast, but Tang Si can.

Song Yi himself was also a little stunned by his series of actions.

She captured Liu Qiang and looked at Tang Si with a dull stare: "I..."

I wanted to explain something, but when the words came to my lips, she didn't know how to say it, because she didn't know what was going on.

Time seems to stand still.

Tang Si stared at her, frowned slightly, looked at it for a long time, and then slowly said, "Take Liu Qiang up. Xia Chuan, look at Liu Linyue. After your mood stabilizes, you should ask questions regularly."

Although the testimony of minors is not heavy, there will be clues in the end.

After he finished speaking, he stooped to pick up the pistol and put it away.

Liu Qiang was tortured by Zhou Liang.

She was taken back to the city bureau.

Tang Si and the trainee police prepared to go to Liu's house for a thorough investigation.

"Ling Ling Ling--" Tang Si was about to talk to Song Yi when his cell phone rang.

Lu Yu reported: "Brother Si, the DNA on the cigarette **** came out. It is indeed Liu Zhong's."

Tang Si squinted, then nodded: "Okay, I see."

This result was expected, and nothing unexpected happened.

It's just that everything went too smoothly, and it was a little weird smoothly.

After hanging up the phone, Tang Si licked his lips and looked at Song Yi.

Song Yi was uncomfortable being stared at by his gaze. She simply said, "I really haven't studied martial arts. I didn't lie to you."

When facing Gu Nanjiu, there was an explosive force value, and now there is again.

Song Yi really didn't know what was going on.

"You said..." Song Yi frowned and guessed: "Should I go for an individual check, am I genetically mutated and have explosive power?"

If you want her to fight with Tang Si now, she will definitely not be able to fight.

She didn't have a single move in her mind. Those movements were entirely instinct, as if they were born in the bones.

"What do you think?" Tang Si pulled Song Yi out of the ward and stood in the corridor.

His facial features are very good, and he is wearing a uniform, his light blue shirt is ironed neatly, and his coat and trousers outline his already superior body line.

Song Yi looked up at him, the man's brow bones were very three-dimensional, there was a bit of wildness between the eyebrows, and the tightened jaw line looked extraordinarily sexy.

He said, "Is there any injury just now?"

The first sentence is concerned about her, not questioning or questioning.

A warm feeling passed over Song Yi's limbs in an instant, and she shook her head to indicate no.

Men have always been cold and detached. Such a person only left her unique tenderness and care, which made Song Yi tugged tightly, happy and distressed.

After experiencing those things, he shouldn't dare to be close to others anymore and be good to others.

He defeated his own mentality and accepted him at the risk of getting hurt again.

And the nature of his work, just like just now, at the moment of the moment, he rushed forward regardless of life and death, and went to pull Liu Linyue.

If it fell... Song Yi didn't dare to think about that scene at all.

The expression on her face is not very good and she does not speak.

Tang Si frowned, thinking Song Yi was shocked.

"Just scared?" As he spoke, he raised his hand and squeezed Song Yi's shoulder, very forcefully.

The strength on his shoulders was passed to Song Yi along, and the gentle and quiet tone made waves in Song Yi's heart.

She twisted the beginning suddenly, not looking at Tang Si, and her tone was choked: "Yeah."

I am afraid that someday he will go out to perform the task, and he will really...not see him.

At the moment Song Yishui started, his eyes were red.

But stubbornly, he didn't want to be seen by Tang Si.

Tang Si frowned slightly, looking at the little woman in front of him, turning his head, and looking sideways, he could vaguely know that she was wrinkling a small face.

He picked it up from the bottom of his heart, but his tone was relaxed: "You're fine, and I'm fine, not afraid."

Song Yi didn't speak, the tears in her eyes blurred her vision, watching the traffic outside the hospital was hazy.

Tang Si sighed, bent down slightly, and got close to Song Yi's profile.

He didn't forcefully turn Song Yi's face, but patiently coaxed her with a very soft voice: "Turn your head and show my brother, are you crying?"

The man bent his body, looking at the petite woman softly.

It's like a police uncle coaxing a lost girl.

In her ear, Tang Si's deep and magnetic voice, she never felt that she was a crying and fragile person.

Song Yi raised his head when he heard it, and the tears in his eyes grew more and more.

He sniffed, and finally wiped away tears with his hands, and turned his back completely: "Crying nose."

Tang Si straightened up, stepped his feet for a while, and then moved in front of her, watching the little woman's nose and her eyes are red.

It looks charming and charming, and has a pitiful taste.

Tang Si chuckled, bent over, wiped away the tears that hadn't been cleaned on her face with his warm fingertips, and said with a chuckle: "Oh, this is the first second to help catch the escaped suspect, the next second is crying like Kids."

"In the public, people thought I did what to you."

He bends over, looks level with her, staring into the little woman's fox eyes: "Song Xiaohu has two other faces?"

"Brother won't give sweets anymore."

This coaxing tone made Song Yi instantly laugh, and slapped Tang Si on the chest: "There is something wrong."

Tang Si chuckles: "There is really sugar."

He took out a litchi-flavored candy from his pocket and spread it out in the palm of his hand: "Eat it?"

The tone was slow, and the fine-tuning raised, hooking people's heart.

"Eat." Song Yi didn't refuse, forcing herself not to think about the dangerous scene just now.

Don't let him come to coax himself outside of work.

The man nodded, and slowly peeled off the candy paper with his slender fingers.

Under Song Yi's gaze, he bit the candy between his upper and lower teeth, and the voice came from between his teeth, a little vague and muffled: "Are you still eating?"

Deeply staring at her.

He leaned against the railing, his back slightly bent, the corners of his lips and the fundus of his eyes seemed to have a smirk.

Before Song Yi could answer, he bent down again: "You don't need to step on your feet, can you eat?"

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