Gu Nanjiu made it clear that he wanted to anger Tang Si.
But Tang Si was methodical and sneered: "Heh!"
The curvature of the corner of the mouth remains the same, but the eye sockets are extremely deep. Everyone regards Song Yi as his weakness, and uses Song Yi to manipulate his emotions, trying to irritate him.
Song Yi is indeed his weakness.
But this does not mean that his weakness can be used by anyone to suppress his nature.
Tang Si tapped the table lightly with his knuckles, and his voice was not in a hurry, and Tao Hua stared at Gu Nanjiu: "It seems that I think you are too smart, it's interesting to play aggressive tactics with me Is it?"
Incompetent people will use provocative methods to try to irritate others.
Why use the aggressive method? Because on the surface, that person has no choice but to use some means.
Gu Nanjiu lowered his head, watching him tap his knuckles on the table.
The posture is leisurely, not in a hurry, without being stimulated at all.
The corners of Gu Nanjiu's lips twitched, and his voice was cool: "If you have the ability, try it and let me out. Do you think I can do it?"
Tang Si smiled again.
He slowly stood up from his seat, slipped his hand into his trouser pocket, and took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
The cigarette was lazily held in the corner of his mouth, and he lightly covered the cigarette with his big hand. He struck the lighter twice, and sparks gathered. He tilted his head, and the posture of lighting the fire was wild.
The light from the lighter illuminated his smiling face.
His eyes were completely devoid of emotion, and he stared at the flames coldly. He took a puff of his cigarette and played with the lighter in his hand.
There was a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, and through the smoke, he could vaguely see his cold eyes with a smile.
Something moves in the air, and danger rises and lingers.
There was also the smell of tobacco in the air.
Ning Xiachuan stood outside, seeing this scene, immediately turned his head and ordered: "Go and cut off the surveillance inside."
Police officer: "But"
Ningxia Chuan said coldly, "Go quickly."
"yes."
Tang Si walked in front of Gu Nanjiu, slowly, still very loose, smoking a cigarette, ruffian and badass, but restrained the integrity and coldness of his whole body, these temperaments, he combined without conflict at all.
Gu Nanjiu stared at Tang Si with her phoenix eyes, narrowing her eyes dangerously: "What do you want?"
Tang Si smiled lowly, casually sandwiched the cigarette dangling from his mouth between his index finger and middle finger, and flicked the ash.
With the other hand, with ease, the handcuffs in front of the interrogation chair restrained Gu Nanjiu.
Tang Si was smiling, but there was a coolness in his eyes.
In the next second, Tang Si looked down at Gu Nanjiu from above, raised his hand to pinch his chin, pressed his cheeks upwards, and forced Gu Nanjiu's mouth to open.
Tang Si's eyes were cold, his movements were still unhurried, with a cigarette in his hand, his tone rose slightly, and he shook the ash into his mouth.
His tone was indifferent and cold: "It's nothing, just ask you to smoke a cigarette."
This tone is very calm, but it seems to push people into the abyss.
With that said, Tang Si took the cigarette, put the burning end into Gu Nanjiu's mouth, and pressed it hard until it burned Gu Nanjiu's throat.
Gu Nanjiu groaned in pain, and wanted to shut up, but Tang Si pinched his cheek with great force, and remained motionless.
With a sloppy look, he casually fed a burning cigarette into Gu Nanjiu's mouth.
Tang Si's actions were as elegant as if he was completing a beautiful calligraphy and painting.
Ningxia Chuan and Zhou Liang looked at it outside and sighed.
Some people who are cold and cruel in their bones will always pretend to be gentle and approachable.
Gives people a feeling of being temperless and easy to get along with and bully.
But once you touch his bottom line and go against everything about him, he will give you a blow without hesitation.
Seeing Gu Nanjiu's ugly face, Tang Si let go of him, clapped his hands lightly, stood far away and looked at Gu Nanjiu with a smile: "Is the cigarette I hand-fed easy to smoke?"
Gu Nanjiu only felt that his throat was burning so badly that he was hoarse and unable to speak.
Tang Si chuckled, and flicked the dust off his clothes.
The tone was light and ruthless: "You are only worthy of eating my ashes, what are you talking about about Song Yi pregnant with your child."
"You fucking dream and do something practical."