Chapter 432: Rely on the little fairy, charge it

Song Yi said that he was about to pull him up.
The man clasped her hand along the way, with a burning temperature in her palm.
Song Yi's actions paused, and he couldn't help but look at Tang Si.
He closed his eyes, frowned tightly, and seemed to be very uncomfortable. He held the chair tightly with his hands, and the blue veins on his arms raised, as if he was suffering from pain.
The small lantern beside it shone on Tang Si's face, flashing brightly and dimly.
"Tang Si." Song Yi called his name softly, unconsciously softening.
"Yeah." He closed his eyes and responded, and then his tone was slow and impatient: "Sit with me for a while."
"Don't you really need to go to the hospital?" Song Yi still couldn't rest assured, this wouldn't be enough to get better by sitting with him.
"Sit down for a while." The man's tone was extremely heavy in the silent room. He opened his eyelids and looked at her quietly, then smiled slightly: "I don't want to move now."
Song Yi frowned, tangled around for a while, and finally sat next to Tang Si obediently.
As she sat down, the sweet fragrance on her body came from her breath, and the smell could only be smelled when she got close.
Once you smell it, it feels comfortable and stable, no matter how annoying it is.
In the filthy and dark dust, bright and beautiful flowers could not bloom.
There will be no spotless heart.
He is doing a bright career, and the darkness in his heart is more thorough than anyone else. Good and bad, right and wrong, are all between his thoughts.
If it is sin and darkness, he can be that kind of person, and in that kind of world, he can become the master of whatever he wants.
But a man who is like a will not accept the life of a maggot hiding in mud and black soil, and the arrogance in his bones does not allow it.
Those who pressed him into the deep darkness, he did not allow himself to be with them, it was shameful and compassionate.
Tang Si's head tilted slightly, and gently leaned against Song Yi's shoulder.
She didn't avoid it, but a silent indulgence.
He could hear the woman's slow breathing and the heartbeat.
His body was stained with her body temperature and fragrance, and the man breathed more slowly than let it go.
Song Yi is too sweet, and sweetness makes him more and more addicted.
It's too gorgeous, and it's a little sun shining brightly.
He knew that she was not like this in front of outsiders, only in him, she would be submissive, would act like a baby, and be extremely feminine, showing everything in front of him.
Her posture, wanting to turn all beings upside down, is really effortless, and there is always an eye-catching and thrilling beauty on her body.
Asking people to take a look, they want a permanent collection.
Such a woman, single-minded and full of his women, makes him willing to let go.
He thought many times, for her, he wanted to stand in Guangxi.
Listening to his breathing, Song Yi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he squeezed his lips. He stretched out his hand and gently touched the back of the man's head: "Is it really okay?"
"Yeah." Tang Si still closed his eyes, but his mood was magically relaxed.
Suddenly smiled again, a low laughter came from the chest, deep and floating, "Why didn't you let me tuo this time for you to check it?"
There was a bit of malicious ridicule in the lazy voice.
Ridiculous and bad.
He suddenly raised his hand and gently clasped her waist, making her scalp numb: "It's very clear that I will be eaten if I pick it up again? Huh?"
His faint laughter was wrapped around his ears, his voice was deliberately low, and the amplitude was sultry tight.
Song Yi glanced tremblingly, the man's eyes were still closed.
She wanted to stand up right now and push the old hooligan away.
But I was really afraid that his wound would open and his emotions would be eased. What if she wants to push it and it will become more serious for a while?
Song Yi pressed down on the emotions surging in his heart, and said patiently: "If you beep again, I will leave."
What's the matter, I can't rely on it to heal her injury, and I have to tease her.
Really remember whether to eat or not.
"Stop talking."
Tang Si's hand went from her waist to the front, and her big hand clasped her hand tightly.
The woman's hands are small and slender, and he can directly wrap them.
For nothing else, I was really afraid that this woman would just slip away from me.
"Follow me home in a while, will it work?" He asked, his voice particularly peaceful.
Song Yi: "..."
Home again...
How does she feel that this old fox is putting her off? He really meets the needle.
But looking at him, she really wouldn't be pretending, she saw the wound.
This time he went, it was cold at night, and there was no one at home, not even a dog.
Thinking about going, he just went back like this, she was not very relieved.
Song Yi cleared his throat, with a decisive attitude, with a face of righteousness: "I will leave after sending you back."
The man's eyebrows curled up: "Okay, thank you Mr. Song."
"Are you done." Song Yi moved his shoulders slightly, his muscles were already sore: "You are very heavy, and my shoulder hurts because of me."
"Heh..." Tang Si gave a low smile and got up from her.
"All right."
"Rely on the little fairy, charge it."
No matter how tired it seems, it won't be tired anymore.
Song Yi stared at his eyebrows at close range, not knowing why, his eyes fell on his hair.
Suddenly frowned tightly.
She stood up and looked and looked at the top of his hair.
Confirming that he was not mistaken, Song Yi's heart sank.
"What's the matter?" Tang Si asked faintly.
Song Yi's hand lightly patted the top of the man's hair, with a complicated bitterness on his heart: "Tang Si, you have gray hair."
"Really?" Tang Si raised his eyebrows slightly, his tone was a little heavy, but they were all on a parallel line calmly, there was not much ups and downs, and he couldn't see to care: "It seems that my brother is really old Up."
"No wonder kid Song Yi always calls me old man."
What he said was an understatement, as if he didn't care at all.
But Song Yi's heart ached with every word.
Tugging tightly, very uncomfortable.
White hair, 28 years old is really not old.
This can only prove that he has really endured too much, worked too much, and even pretends all day to do nothing.
In fact, he knew everything in his heart.
In life, at work, and that depression.
He is almost out of breath under pressure.
In the days without her... how did he get past?
Song Yi's red lips moved slightly, and he snorted softly: "You tell me, are you secretly concealing my age? Don't you be an old man who is already taking the minimum allowance?"
She can only make her performance lighter, otherwise her eyes will be hot.
Tang Si snorted and grabbed Song Yi's hand: "The old man with subsistence allowance, is there such a good physical strength and good looks like me?"
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