Chapter 142: I will love her with my life

back door.
It's dark.
Zhou Liang squatted in the front of the car and smoked, only a little scarlet in the dark night.
There was a faint light in the car, and Ning Xiachuan was sitting in the car looking at her mobile phone.
There are too many of them, and if they go in together, it will be easy to get started.
And he didn't know the opponent's strength, so it was natural that Tang Si went in to get him out.
Tang Si looked wild and lazy, cold all over, when he wasn't smiling, he was the kind of fierce person, killing people without seeing blood, killing people decisively.
It is because he laughs casually all the year round, it seems that someone will forget that he can single out an organization alone.
Zhou Liang watched Tang Si get people out, and he jumped off the front of the car instantly.
He raised his hand, looked at the time on his wrist, and raised his eyebrows: "Five minutes."
"Two minutes to solve, three minutes to bring people out."
I have to sigh: "My boss is so awesome, it's getting faster and faster."
This sentence came out.
Tang Si's deep gaze looked at Zhou Liang with a cold breath.
Suddenly, a chill and a bad premonition rose from the soles of Zhou Liang's feet.
Zhou Liang paused, and suddenly thought of the news on the projection.
"Ah this..." He touched his nose: "This...I mean, the movement is getting faster and faster."
"There is absolutely no other irony."
After finishing speaking, staring at Tang Si's gaze, Zhou Liang felt that he was getting darker and darker.
"You bring people back for interrogation." Tang Si ordered.
He didn't care about these, besides, now is not the time.
Zhou Liang first put the person on the car and locked it.
Get out of the car again and look at Tang Si: "Boss, what else do you have to order?"
After many years of tacit understanding, Zhou Liang naturally knew that he had something to say, and it was not convenient to speak in front of that person.
Tang Si stood there, pursing his lips gently: "Just now at the door, I saw a small milk cat, white."
"This happened quite strange, I stayed and waited until the banquet was over."
At this time, Ningxiachuan pulled the door and got out of the car: "Curious?"
"It's strange." Tang Si looked over, and said slowly: "This kind of high-end place, there are stray small milk cats, just like having a girlfriend.
Ningxia Chuan pursed his lips and looked at Tang Si seriously: "Are you serious?"
"I mean your girlfriend."
Ningxiachuan glanced at Zhou Liang: "You go to the car and look at that person."
Zhou Liang: "...well."
What gossip is he can't listen to?
After Zhou Liang got in the car, Tang Si chuckled and asked, "I didn't look serious?"
"You said before that you would not have a girlfriend, and you also said that it was unfortunate to follow you. What made you change your mind?"
Is his psychology changed?
"Maybe..." Tang Si raised his eyes, the corners of his lips still smiled, "I think I will be crazy when I think of other people taking her. When I think of her having other boyfriends, it might be bad for her. Going crazy."
"I can't accept this kind of thing, this kind of assumption."
"and so……"
Ning Xiachuan took his words: "So you decide to be her boyfriend by yourself?"
Tang Si was silent, tacitly.
Ningxiachuan was also silent for two or three seconds.
Then he said: "Very good, at least you will have hope in your life and life, so that you will not think about other things. When you are sad, think about her."
Ning Xiachuan said these words, as if recklessly relieved.
A dead brother, he naturally hoped that Tang Si would be better.
"Song Yi, right?" Ning Xiachuan smiled, "I hope she is not just playing with you."
"Otherwise, she will be guilty and in debt."
Tang Si lowered his eyebrows and smiled: "It doesn't matter, I have had her, and I have had light in my life."
He bowed his head, took out the cigarette, and smoked one.
The green smoke rose slowly circle by circle, as if carrying his strong emotions straight to the sky.
The sky was dark, and the scarlet point in Tang Si's hand was particularly clear.
He said: "She doesn’t need money, she doesn’t have a bad name. No matter how much money I have, it’s useless. Materially, she doesn’t need anything. I can give it to her, and she can own it. Actually, I don’t know how to talk to her What kind of love is good for her."
There was a faint light coming out of the clubhouse, and the man lifted his chin and looked deep into the black sky.
"But at least...I will love her with my life."
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