Looking at her back, Tang Si took a deep breath.

Face smile no longer, a pair of beautiful pupil Mou also sink gather of fierce.

The answer is almost certain. Wen Mu is the man.

So, what is he waiting for?

This problem is like a poison that has no solution. It is disturbing and upsetting to his whole mood.

Invisible, there is something, put him into the dark mud, hard press, not allow him to have any breathing opportunities.

His whole body seemed to be smashed by thousands of swords, and he was in a trance.

He rubbed his eyebrows, his thin lips pale, and got up to take the medicine.

Forced to use drugs, put down the anger.

Just lean on the sofa, a long sigh of relief.

...

Song Yi didn't cheat. Li Wenzhen came to pick her up.

When she came downstairs, there was a slight wind in the air, very cold, but she felt that her whole body and mind were happy.

The smile on his face is sweet and charming, and the cold wind seems to be sweet.

Maybe it's because Tang Si bought the clothes.

Or maybe it was that husband?

There is a sense of happiness in my heart.

Li Wen saw his song Zong's smile for a long time. The smile on her face was more or less perfunctory since she had a quarrel with Tang Si.

Now... He was asked to come here to meet her, and all the way down the stairs with a spring smile. Li Wen couldn't help thinking, does it prove that song and Tang have been reconciled?

Waiting for Song Yi to open the back door and get on the bus, Li Wen coughed and hesitated, then asked: "are you making up with officer Tang?"

Song Yi looks down at her mobile phone and listens to Li Wen's words. She doesn't lift her eyebrows. She answers carelessly, but the corner of her mouth still goes up: "No

"Well, you are?" Li Wen was holding the steering wheel. The expression on his face was a little hard to say: "it's about, about Pao

Hearing this, Song Yi pauses with her mobile phone in her hand, raises her eyes, kicks her foot behind the driver's seat, and laughs and scolds: "what's the Yellow Waste in your mind?"

"I haven't settled with you yet. How did Tang Si get on my car that day and be my driver? How dare you make fun of me here?"

As soon as Li Wen heard this, he immediately closed his mouth and quietly lowered his sense of existence.

Because Song Yi didn't mention it at the beginning, Li Wen naturally felt relieved that she would never mention it.

Looking at Li Wen in front, Song Yi snorted: "dereliction of duty, assistant Li, your year-end bonus is gone."

"No, Mr. Song." Li Wen is withered. You know, he has a lot of money for his year-end bonus.

Song Yi is ruthless: "shut up and drive, or you will lose your salary this month."

Li Wen:....

Song Yi no longer quarrels with Li Wen. Looking at her mobile phone, she has never seen this brand of clothes on her body, but the fabric is soft and advanced, which should belong to advanced customization, and the price is not cheap.

I checked it on my mobile phone, but it didn't work.

I don't know where he got the clothes.

Song Yi slightly breathed a breath, raised his eyes to the outside scenery, suddenly as if he thought of something.

Pick up the cell phone, upset hit his forehead.

The brow is twisted into a rope.

Shit, shit, shit!

I forgot to ask him how he got hurt again.

It's really erotic and easily captivating.

"Ding -" a message came in at this time.

Song Yi immediately stopped the action in his hand and looked at the information with his mobile phone.

It's a transfer message from tangsi.

100000 yuan.

Last night you helped me with my clothes and tips. 】

Song Yi

He charged 100000 yuan in anger!

Staring at the screen, I sipped my lips. Thinking about it, I felt that I couldn't ask the wound so directly, so Let's ask step by step.

Head down and type.

Li Wentong looked at Song Yi's face in the rear mirror, and the changed expression was more wonderful than the one who played with facial makeup.

His hand holding the steering wheel trembled slightly. He thought to himself that this good girl, how could she be crazy?

Goblin: [where did I get my clothes and how much? 】

brother: [not much money, not expensive. 】

Song Yi stares at the reply, biting her lips, thinks about it again and again, and finally returns a message.

Goblin: [then how do you know what size you're wearing? Are you looking at my clothes secretly? 】Tang Si is holding the cup in the hand, standing in front of the balcony, deep thick pupil Mou looking at this problem, smile.

The man seems to know what she wants to ask after all.

But he also does not expose, dotes on to accompany her to play.

Brother: [I'm afraid you forgot. Brother washed your underwear for you? 】

[even if it hasn't been washed, after so many times of actual combat, it's time to use hand energy to measure, isn't it? 】

Song Yi sits in the car and looks at the reply. It's clear that it's just words, no voice.

Her brain is in the inexplicable brain fill his lazy sexy voice hoarse said these words.

A little ridicule, a little bad.

The sound line seems to linger in her ear across the screen, kneading the dark, long Gu, like he was beside her, ear, like the night before night after night of chaos.

A rush of enthusiasm from her heart made her blush.

Song Yi reached out and touched his cheek. It was very hot.

She opened the window and let in the cold air to cool her face.

Tang Si looked at her for a long time and didn't reply. He put down the cup and laughed. He could imagine the coquettish appearance of the little woman.

Walking to the porch, he slowly put on a windbreaker, suddenly raised his eyes, saw himself in the mirror, leisurely pulled up a smile.

Are you a little too dog to her? After all, she's a 22-year-old girl.

When I was six years old, I began to be a magistrate, but Song Yi had not come to this world.

He graduated from junior high school at the age of 14, and she was just a child in primary school.

Is it a bit excessive to think so?

The man gently pursed his lips.

That's a little bit of convergence, just a little bit.

...

with a sense of guilt, he went downstairs, drove to the garage and received a reply from Song Yi.

Goblin: [how did you get hurt, didn't you go to work? 】

the implication is that if you don't go to work, you can't have a task. How can you get hurt?

The man holds the steering wheel in one hand and a cigarette in his mouth lazily. Seeing this reply, he laughs silently, puts a cigarette between his fingers, and naturally puts his elbow on the windowsill to light the ash.

With the other hand typing reply: [maybe it's enemy hunting. 】

he's telling the truth, and he doesn't know who it is.

He told her the truth.

Sitting in the same place waiting for a while, did not see the opposite reply, a cigarette, has been burned out.

His face was pale, with deep emotion and unbearable darkness.

Finally knead the eyebrow, seems to have some dry meaning.

With the car started to leave, only the man a gentle smile reverberated, mixed with indescribable emotions.

Maybe it scares her, not necessarily.

Maybe he should be more tactful?

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