Being His Little Fox

"And I still remember that the line of words written on that paper was scratched a lot, the handwriting was very hard, and the words looked very gentle, but the writing was full of hostility."

"What's this like?"

"I have to talk to my superior about this matter, don't make trouble for me."

...

Song Yiting's body was stiff, and his whole body was numb, as if he was conscious, only the heart.

It hurts.

Holding the report she had written, she turned around and stumbled away from the office door.

I just feel that Tang Si is struggling in such an environment. He has to face the test of these superiors and the test of society.

Not going up or down, dealing with complicated human relationships, no wonder he was indifferent when he heard others talk about him.

She felt a little restless all over her body, she ran hard, wanting to see him.

That big liar, Tang Si, a girlfriend with a fart! It made her almost sour.

As soon as she reached the corner, she slammed into a embrace full of tobacco smell, and the man helped her by the shoulder.

Looking up, I saw the man staring at him condescendingly.

The man saw that it was Song Yi, his lips raised a smile, and there was a lazy smile in Peach Blossom's eyes: "What are you running? A ghost is chasing you behind?"

This tone was still an understatement, calm and gentle, as if nothing could make his indifferent disillusionment.

Song Yi stared at him, as if trying to see through his soul.

The intuition of the detective is always sharp.

Tang Si's smile narrowed by two points: "What's the matter?"

Song Yi didn't answer him, but plunged into his arms and hugged him tightly.

Due to inertia, Tang Si took two steps back, and faced Song Yi's sudden embrace, he was a little at a loss.

The hand froze in the air, not knowing where to put it, the smell of her body was full of her breath, sweet, bright and beautiful.

With him, it is a person of totally two worlds.

The woman is soft, soft and thin.

Tang Si moved his lips, preparing to speak.

Suddenly, Song Yi buried his head in his arms and said dullly: "Tang Si, you asked me if I have heard a word before, so have you heard a word?"

After speaking, she let go of him, looked up at him, her eyes were misty, as if she had cried.

Such eyes, with a kind of subtle light, penetrated his heart.

The breath was suffocated, and then slowly watched her make a nasal sound: "Huh?"

"No one is born strong, weak, or determined. It is when they become strong later that they are determined. Fate is not in people, but around them."

Her eyebrows were delicate, and she watched him say these words gently, slowly like a spring into her lungs, refreshed.

At this moment, she was beautiful, lazy, advanced and confused.

When she said suddenly, Tang Si looked at her suspiciously: "Huh?"

I don't understand why she said that.

There was another nasal sound, dull and sexy.

Song Yi grabbed his wrist, as if conveying strength to him: "There are many things around people. You try to feel the good things around you and ignore the bad, okay?"

"Even if it is beautiful for a moment, please hold it tightly, okay?"

Tang Si lowered his eyes: "Okay."

But it's not good. He can't ignore it, and it can't be ignored. That's a duty, a responsibility, and a responsibility.

He raised his eyebrows again, his lip line undulated and upturned, very sculptural, very delicate and sexy.

"For example, what is beautiful?"

At the moment of speaking, the man clasped her wrist with his backhand and held it tightly: "Is that you?"

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