Being His Little Fox

It was at this time that Zhou Liang and Ning Xiachuan followed the surveillance direction to find them.

I drove a bus, a police car.

When Fu Jingsheng saw it, he pointed, "That's the car in their team, isn't it?"

"Yeah." Song Yi said softly: "Let's go."

...

The car kicked the accelerator and drove away from the flyover.

The cold wind whispered, and Song Yi glanced back. The police car was flashing red and blue, as if it had stayed on the overpass for a long time...

...

The night is as dark as wine.

Back in the apartment, Song Yi packed up his things.

No one stayed.

Left here.

Time, you can give him some time.

Before he can fully consider it, she wants to have nothing to do with him.

Be cruel to get this heart down.

Tang Si is a determined person, and so is she.

Any decision made will be the ultimate, all she wants is a clean and pure.

Fu Jingsheng rubbed his eyebrows and sent Song Yi back to her own apartment.

In my mind.

These two people seem to have broken up, can I still go to that one for a drink in the future?

Although he can beat Tang Si for Song Yi after the breakup.

However, he felt that Tang Si is a man worth knowing and making friends with.

"Sister Yi." Fu Jingsheng looked at her condescendingly, and Song Yi sat on the sofa.

She is not a crying person, so she stopped crying after her emotions were over.

Just sitting there quietly.

He originally wanted to persuade them not to pay much attention to the quarrel between the two of them.

But seeing her like this, those words got stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say anything.

Nothing more...

Fu Jingsheng sighed: "Then I will live here tonight, I'm afraid something will happen to you alone."

"You also heard that there are no people living here. I'll clean it."

Song Yi raised his eyes to look at him at this time: "Will you clean?"

Fu Jingsheng shook his head solemnly: "I won't be kidding, do you know how valuable my hands are? How could I clean it?"

"..."

Fu Jingsheng: "What are you doing looking at me with that look? Although I don't know how to clean, I will call someone to clean."

This night, Song Yi had no sleep.

...

The next day, Song Yi checked the news on the Internet, and the alley exploded.

She saw Tang Si's car, her brows frowned.

My heart felt like being held by something, uncomfortably tight.

I want to know the situation, but I can't.

There is no news from him on the phone.

Below is a piece of news that is not very popular.

Someone fell into the river and was salvaging.

Some netizens commented below: "It is said that he committed suicide."

"These days, everyone really has it."

"Is it a woman or a man?"

"It seems to be a woman, but I don't know too much. Just wait for the official announcement from the police."

Song Yi turned off his cell phone distractedly and stopped reading the news.

But I couldn't help but read the messages on the phone.

He really didn't come to himself.

...

For two days, there was no contact between the two of them.

Song Nuan's birthday is this day.

Fu Jingsheng said that he had already booked the banquet.

Song Nuan’s parents are here, and there are some friends, all of whom are toasting at the banquet, wishing Song Nuan success in school.

More of it is in favor of Song father Song mother.

Song Yi sat aside carelessly about the birthday party.

From time to time, I looked at my phone.

Mother Song called her: "Xiao Yi, why don't you call Tang Si?"

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