"And I still remember that the row of words written on that paper was scratched in many places, and the handwriting was very rigid. The words looked very gentle, but the writing was full of hostility."
"What's that like?"
"I have to talk to my superiors about this. Don't cause trouble for me."
Song Yi's whole body froze, her whole body was numb, as if she was conscious, only her heart.
It hurts.
Holding the report she had written, she turned and stumbled away from the office door.
I just feel that Tang Si is struggling in such an environment, and has to face the tests of the superiors and the tests of the society.
No wonder he is indifferent when he hears what others say about him.
She felt a little restless all over her body, and she ran hard to see him.
That big liar Tang Si has a fart girlfriend! It made her almost sour.
As soon as she reached the corner, she slammed into a tobacco-smelling embrace, and the man helped her on the shoulder.
Looking up, he saw the man staring at him condescendingly.
Seeing that it was Song Yi, the man raised a smile on his lips, and there was a lazy smile in Tao Hua's eyes: "What are you running? Is there a ghost chasing you?"
This tone was still understated and calm, as if nothing could shatter his indifference.
Song Yi stared straight at him, as if trying to see through his soul.
The detective's intuition is always keen.
The smile on Tang Si's lips tightened two points: "What's wrong?"
Song Yi didn't answer him, but threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly.
Due to inertia, Tang Si took two steps back, facing Song Yi's sudden hug, he was a little at a loss.
His hands froze in the air, he didn't know where to put them, and his breath was filled with the smell of her body, which was sweet, bright and beautiful.
With him, they are people from two worlds.
The woman has a soft figure, a soft figure, and a thin body.
Tang Si's lips moved, ready to speak.
Suddenly Song Yi buried her head in his arms and said: "Tang Si, you asked me if I heard a sentence before, so have you heard a sentence?"
After finishing speaking, she let go of him and looked up at him. Her eyes were misty, as if she had been crying.
Such eyes, with some kind of subtle light, penetrated directly into his heart.
He was suffocated for breathing, and then slowly looked at her and made a nasal sound: "Huh?"
"No one is born strong, weak, or strong-willed. It is only later that he becomes strong and strong-willed. Destiny does not lie in a person, but around him."
She had delicate eyebrows, watching him speak these words softly word by word, slowly like a clear spring entering the lungs, refreshed.
At this moment, she is so beautiful that she is lazy, advanced and blurred.
When she said suddenly, Tang Si looked at her suspiciously: "Huh?"
I don't understand why she would say that.
Another nasal sound, muffled and sexy.
Song Yi grabbed his wrist, as if giving him strength: "There are many things around people. Try to feel the good things around you and ignore the bad ones, okay?"
"Even if it's 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 he can't ignore it. It's a duty, a responsibility, and a responsibility.
He raised his brows and eyes again, his lips were undulating and upturned, very sculptural, delicate and sexy.
"Like what is beautiful?"
The moment she spoke, the man clasped her wrist with his backhand and held it tightly: "Is that you?"