Being His Little Fox

...

The third day of junior high school.

Song Yi received Fu Jingsheng's message.

He said: "Sister, happy new year."

After Fu Jingsheng was well, Song Yi never visited him.

But people sent a lot of things.

Firstly, she had some physical inconveniences, and secondly, she felt a little shameless to see Fu Jingsheng.

Fu Jingsheng should hate her and should not want to see her.

After all, in order to go to the T organization, there is no half-life.

When she received this news, she was a little startled.

He quickly returned: "Happy New Year, amazing."

But there was no news soon there.

Song Yi sat on the sofa and thought for a while: "Is your health better?"

It took a few minutes to reply slowly, that was a voice.

"It's alright." His voice has the arrogance of a young man, and the willfulness and looseness of his bones: "It's just very worried, my sister doesn't come to see me, don't you want your brother?"

Listen carefully, there is a small smile in his voice.

Immediately after that, another voice came: "I am quite lonely when I am celebrating the New Year."

Song Yi was amused.

"Aren't you angry?" Song Yi asked him, "About, about Tang Si."

After such a question, the call there came quickly.

"Hey?"

"Sister." Fu Jingsheng called to her: "So you didn't come to see me, or call me, or say Happy New Year to me because of this matter?"

Was his sister so persuaded?

Song Yi really didn't think about how to face him.

Fu Jingsheng gave a low smile: "Don't have such a big psychological burden. There was no you back then, and no me now."

"What's more, this matter was handled by Tang Si, not you." Fu Jingsheng: "What are you struggling with over there?"

"Tell you." Fu Jingsheng licked his lips and said, "I will call him brother-in-law for the first time. You know I admire him. I have fought him several times before, and that time was considered to be in his hands. Now, he can calculate me, that's his ability."

"But that day, I noticed that someone was following me behind me, so I can get rid of it."

"I can continue to let the people behind follow, but I didn't expect Shen Chengyu to react so quickly."

"I let the people behind continue to follow. It is regarded as opening one eye and closing one eye. Eliminating the T organization, I don't need to be chased and killed. I also live a happy and comfortable life."

"You are not to blame for this, nor is he to blame." Fu Jingsheng: "We each have our own stand and consideration."

"Believe it or not, many things in this world depend on fate."

"I will never blame you for what you do."

"Okay." Song Yi interrupted him: "Don't be so nauseous."

"Wait a moment, your future wife will be jealous of me."

After saying this, after two or three seconds of silence there, Fu Jingsheng said, "I think you are afraid that my brother-in-law will be jealous."

Song Yi: "Do you spend the New Year alone?"

"Yeah." Fu Jingsheng sat on the rooftop, holding a cigarette between his fingertips, and took a deep breath: "But I made a call with you, and there are two people."

"I hope one day you are the real two people." Song Yi said, "but you are still young now, so you can wait another two years."

Fu Jingsheng is only twenty years old this year.

He is an unbelievable and vigorous young man. He is naturally reflexive, like the wild wind of a prairie prairie, unable to grasp or hold, but he can feel it.

However, the place blown by this wind is warm and soft.

Song Yi looked at the kitchen, Tang Si was busy wearing an apron.

His health is much better, and he can do all these things. And learn to cook very fast.

A man is always the most handsome in the hall and the kitchen.

You can pick up the knife in your hand, or cook a dish for you in the kitchen.

The smell of food came out of the kitchen, and the man turned his head suddenly, and Taohua looked at her and smiled.

In that moment, the spring scenery in the room was sultry.

Song Yi also laughed towards Tang Si.

Tang Si knew she was answering Fu Jingsheng's call.

Just watched him pick up three bowls and pointed.

Song Yi understood what Tang Si meant.

"Stunning."

"Ok?"

"Come here? Your brother-in-law is making bone soup."

Fu Jingsheng raised his eyebrows lightly and wiped out the smoke: "Sister, I won't come today."

"I have to bring you a New Year gift, another day."

Song Yi didn't know what he meant by this, but he didn't force him.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Jingsheng received 8.88 million transfers.

Immediately after that, WeChat came with Song Yi's message, but it was a voice.

When I clicked it on, it was Tang Si's lazy and faint voice: "Happy New Year, brother-in-law wants you."

Fu Jingsheng: "..."

What? How do you say it's like raising him?

...

Song Yi: "Why are you transferring so much money to him?"

Tang Si looked serious: "After transferring the money, when he comes over, I will be more at ease facing him."

This abacus is worthy of you!

but--!

"...Then why do you use my card to transfer?"

"I have no money." Tang Si was unreasonable and angry: "Isn't all my money handed to you?"

This house, the steward, is naturally Song Yi.

...

Lu Yan was on the night shift when he was in the second grade, and rested during the day on the third.

The little girl came over without saying hello.

He has his house key in his hand.

When I walked in, I saw the man asleep on the sofa.

Song Nuan felt distressed.

In fact, staying up all night is quite tiring. If you say staying up all night to do some other things and do some tasks, then time will pass faster, but sitting in the duty room all the time is really hard.

Song Nuan took a blanket and carefully covered him.

She sat on the floor, with her legs crossed, her chin supported, just staring at him.

Song Nuan saw her classmates go skiing in the circle of friends.

She wants to go too, she hasn't skated yet.

The first thought when I saw that circle of friends was that I wanted to go with Lu Yan, but it was impossible for Song Nuan to wake him up when Lu Yan was resting.

If he wakes up early in the afternoon, then he can go.

Anyway, I can't go to the real scene, so I just go to the ski resort, which is quite close to here, and it will open indoors at night.

Lu Yan fell asleep, trying to turn over, but found that he had an extra blanket on him.

When I opened my eyes in a daze, I found Song Nuan next to the sofa.

He woke up instantly when he fell asleep.

The little girl slept well and didn't know when she came over.

It is three o'clock in the afternoon.

Seeing the little girl sitting on the ground, her brows frowned slightly, she got up to pick her up and let him go to bed to sleep.

Song Nuan did not sleep soundly, and the moment he got up woke her up.

Lu Yan paused: "When did you come here?"

"It didn't take long for those who came over after lunch."

Lu Yan: "Why don't you tell me?"

"You were on the night shift last night, and I wanted to let you rest for a while." Song Nuan had just woke up, with dim eyes in his eyes, looking very bully.

There are also some lazy and soft voices: "Do you know why I came here?"

"Actually I want to endure it."

Song Nuan knelt on the ground and reached out to hug Lu Yan on the sofa: "But I can't help it. I miss you so much, so I am here."

She went back to think about it, and felt that Lu Yan was right.

He has done everything meticulously.

Will explain to her, he said he doesn't want white sheets.

That is not worthy of their love.

It does seem to be sloppy.

Because Song Nuan was young, she really didn't know much about some things, she couldn't think about it so thoughtfully, and she couldn't think of going to those places.

But Lu Yan would not ignore the things she couldn't think of because Song Nuan was young.

As a mature man, he will remind her that he will love her and protect her in his way.

They came down on the morning of the second grade, and Song Nuan was called home.

Song Nuan wanted to go to the duty room that night, but fell asleep when it rang.

When I got up today, I couldn't help but came over.

He always touches the heartstrings because of his care and charm, and is excited for a long time.

Lu Yan told her in her own way, even if you were clumsy and didn't understand, I would teach you to understand in my way.

This can set off a storm in Song Nuan's heart, a long-lasting passionate passion.

And Lu Yan himself was quite tolerant.

Lu Yan smiled, lifted her up from the ground, let her sit on his lap, rubbed the tip of her nose, rubbed the tip of her nose, and his voice was low and hoarse as he had just woke up: "Miss me?"

"Where do you think?"

Every time he held Song Nuan, he was cautious.

Song Nuan is delicate, more delicate than her sister.

Song Yi is at least an old dough stick in the entertainment industry. She knows how to deal with the world and how to calculate benefits. Her love comes from the innocence of a battlefield.

And Song Nuan, who is pure in body and mind, cautiously, tentatively approaching him.

Sometimes Lu Yan thought that he was indeed a big bargain.

As Tang Si said, it is normal that a little girl likes to protect her people and mature men.

What's more, this is a young girl who has just begun to love her.

They started from fearing that her three views would be skewed and not cherishing themselves.

The longer the relationship pretended to be in that way, the more Lu Yan thought about it.

Otherwise, just go out, cheat the little girl, and catch it, then it's your own.

Sanity told him countless times that it wouldn't work, she was only eighteen years old.

The girl is just like a flower, just beginning to grow up.

He can't help but be a man.

But—some things are just like that, the more you suppress it, the more it will grow like weeds.

Nothing can stop it.

Plus this little girl always teases him at every turn.

Then he found out.

The feeling of not being a human being is pretty good.

In addition to some burdens in his heart, he enjoys.

Like her more.

After being really together, she will cherish the little girl even more, and sometimes she won't look bad at all.

She groaned, and he felt a bit of a twitch in his heart.

Some things... will indeed hurt even more.

So for a long time he was restraining himself, thinking that the little girl should grow longer, and should grow older.

Even if he kissed her or touched her, he didn't think it would work.

She loved to approach him when she was born, and now she ran over by herself.

"Think everywhere." Song Nuan straddled his lap: "Are you still sleepy?"

"I think we two can go to dinner together?"

Lu Yan looked at her: "Just such a sentence?"

"What?" Song Nuan asked.

"You miss me." Lu Yan tightened her waist tightly: "Just think of it in just one sentence?"

He kissed Song Nuan's lips: "Don't you show me? Kid."

"Tell me." Lu Yan hugged her: "How hard are you thinking about me?"

"I feel it."

His voice seemed particularly irritating inexplicably, Song Nuan's cheeks were hot, and his entire face quickly turned red with the naked eye.

How much do you think?

Naturally, I really want to.

That's why I couldn't help running over, knowing that he was sleeping, and wouldn't talk to her.

Even if I came here, I wouldn't wake him up.

But even if this is the case, he still came over, watching him sleep, it was a good thing.

Anyway, there is an idea in my heart, and I have to come over.

"Think..." Song Nuan looked at Lu Yan, she was a good student.

A good student in everything.

"Can it be proved by action?" Song Nuan asked him: "But I don't understand."

"I miss you very much in my heart and you too in my mind, but you seem to want me to prove with actions that I will not, you teach me."

"But if you don't teach..."

Song Nuan suddenly raised his hand--

Toward yourself: "You touch my heart."

"Dancing so fast."

Lu Yan held her hand and fastened her waist.

"Girl's heart, can't touch it, understand?"

Song Nuan: "But, boyfriend is fine."

She exhaled, biting Lu Yan's apple knot: "Is it? Boyfriend?"

Lu Yan has never touched those places.

However, Xiao thought about it.

In countless nights.

"Yeah." Lu Yan's eyes were deep and thick, and he kissed her: "What you said, teach you."

"Now, teach you—"

ask for it.

It's all you, asking for it.

...

Song Nuan was held by Lu Yan and stood in front of the toilet table.

The water was boiling and steaming, and the mirror surface was blurred.

Song Nuan looked at their vague shadows in the mirror, and his whole mind was still confused.

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