It's a misty night tonight.
When Tang Si drove home, the fog still hadn't cleared.
The man stepped upstairs, took out the key and opened the door.
The smell of dust came to the nostrils, turned on the light, and the room was empty and quiet.
Tang Si's lips parted slightly, and when he saw the scene in the room, he was slightly taken aback.
As if thinking of something, he suddenly smiled again.
He threw the key on the table at will, stepped into the room, and closed the door hook at will.
It's been a long time, and this is the first time he's come back after he got into trouble with Song Yi.
He sat on the sofa, and his whole body went limp in an instant.
Her hair was messy and untied, and her clothes were a little wrinkled.
There is a touch of blue under the peach blossom eyes.
His eyes were full of tiredness, and his heart was filled with deep fear.
Slightly closed his eyes, the man was exhausted, too tired.
I don't know how long it took, he slowly opened his eyes, the blood in them was obvious and red.
Insomnia, insomnia, anxiety, irritability.
call
Tang Si took a deep breath, rubbed his temples tiredly with his big hands, got up and searched the cabinet slowly, frowning.
After finding the medicine that should be taken, the water dispenser picked up the water and swallowed two pills.
He leaned against the table, frowned, took off his coat, and unbuttoned two or three shirts with one hand.
The collarbone is exposed, and the shadow of the jaw line is reflected on the collarbone, all the way down, sexy and attractive.
The hem of the clothes is not neat, one corner is outside the trousers, and there are some faint stubbles, and the heavy lust and sluggish curls seem to be scattered all over the room.
He suddenly raised his eyes, put down the cup, and licked his lips, the crimson lips were eye-catching.
The man bent slightly and picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table.
Pursing his lips, he thought about it.
With his slender fingertips, he clicked on the camera, turned on the front, and a face appeared on the screen of the phone.
He raised his hand and aimed at his Adam's apple and collarbone.
Staring at the picture on the screen, he frowned, as if feeling dissatisfied, raised his chin, and slightly pulled down the collar of his shirt.
still not satisfied
Simply unbutton all the buttons alone.
Along the Adam's apple, the sexy collarbone, the looming pectoral muscles, and the half-covered abdominal muscles all the way down.
Press your finger, the photo freezes
Click on WeChat, find the little fairy, click on the dialog box, and send a message.
I have a question for you.
Song Yi was already at home, Gu Nanjiu died, and when Song Nuan came back, she kept crying and couldn't stabilize her emotions.
Maybe it was because of fear, or maybe it was because Gu Nanjiu died.
That was her Teacher Gu, who taught her physics and promised to teach her to learn physics in a simple way.
In the end, he failed to fulfill this promise.
Perhaps Gu Nanjiu was unwilling to leave.
Deep in his heart, there should be a girl named Song Nuan in many future plans.
Song Yi coaxed for a long time, Song Nuanxing fell asleep perhaps because she was tired from crying.
But Song Yi still has many things that have not been explained.
Gu Chu is bad, I don't know where she came from, why she approached her, approached Tang Si.
She found Gu Chu because Gu Chu heard that she was looking for a psychiatrist to contact him.
If Gu Chu is not a real psychiatrist, then
Everything she does is purposeful.
As for the emphasis on Tang Si's illness, he naturally couldn't put it on Gu Chu.
Her information might be all fake.
Song Yi is wearing pajamas at this moment, sitting in the study looking for information on psychology.
"Ding" the phone in hand suddenly rang, and the screen lit up, illuminating her face a bit.
Her hand flicking through the book stopped, and she glanced sideways at her phone, initially ignoring it.
But when I saw the word brother.
She immediately unlocked it and took a look.
Song Yi pursed her lips, but did not reply.
This dog man should just hang out.
When he chose to feign death and disappear from this world, whether he really wanted to disappear or not, he never gave any hints or precursors.
Song Yi also knew in his heart that he had his responsibility, but he was just angry.
She didn't dare to imagine that if Tang Si faked his death, left her, didn't come back, and lived in another place with other women.
When I think about it, I feel so angry.
Although it is impossible for Tang Si to do this.
But brains are always powerful.
I don't know how much time passed, and the phone rang twice again.
brother: picture
Brother: For example, in this picture, how should I color it to make it look better
Song Yi looked at the news and shook her hand, the little picture looked like
She immediately clicked on the big picture.
Above, the upper body of the man.
Wearing a shirt, half-covered and loose, he leaned lazily by the table.
The Adam's apple is raised, the lines are sexy, and the light and shadow of the side lights are just right.
The shoulders are wide and the waist is narrow, all the way down, the abdominal muscles are looming, which are mostly covered by the white shirt.
The posture is wild and unrestrained, full of a sense of strength and a sense of apex.
Song Yi swallowed her saliva.
Don't even think about it, this is himself!
Moreover, the shooting angle and composition, as well as the angle of finding the light, are really amazing.
One photo, Song Yi's heart was beating wildly.
The eyes are shining and flowing, and the soft eyebrows gradually become loose and presumptuous.
The masculinity is really drooling.
What color is this? The original pictures are pretty cool.
She long presses the picture, ready to save it.
Accidentally, nod the delete below.
""What the hell? !
ah ah! Song Yi's slender legs kicked wildly, sitting on the chair with her hands hanging down on the table in frustration.
What did she do? !
Actually deleted! !
Song Yi bumped her forehead against the table, she was so fucking stupid to cry.
She took a deep breath.
Reply: I can't see it, please send another one, your composition is not good, and no matter how good the color is, it doesn't look good.
After typing, Song Yi breathed out and stared at the screen.
Waiting for him to send one.
"Ding"
Brother: I only have this.
Brother: Why don't you come over and shoot from whichever angle you think is good, okay
Song Yi: ""
this
to go, or not to go
Is she the kind of person who can be bought by beauty
She is not, she is not going.
Impossible, does not exist.
Goblin: I'm going to bed, I'm not free.
Brother: Do you mean you can come when you are free
"" Pretty good at finding fault
Goblin: You're quite good at empty-handed white wolf, Team Tang, where did you practice the tug-of-war
There was no reply for a long time.
Song Yi braced her chin, forgot her purpose, and was taken away by this dog man again.
He was so good at raising topics and touching people's hearts that he fell into his trap accidentally.
Goblin: Post your photo again, just now haha came over and accidentally cleared the chat history, the photo is gone.
After Song Yi finished posting, she licked her lips and waited for her return.
"Ding"
brother: voice