Chapter 505: Small physique, can't stand two toss

At that time.
Song Nuan was in the room, looking through the glass, and he could see the two of them, holding them tightly. The man was smiling and his eyes were pampering, and the woman was coquettish and soft.
It seemed that Tang Si had said something, which caused Song Yi to slap Tang Si on the shoulder.
Song Nuan lowered his eyebrows.
So happy.
Why is it that other people fall in love like this, but she is different?
She tightened her lips, there was a bitter taste in her heart, and the peeled dumplings were crushed by her.
"Nuan Nuan, what are you doing?" Mother Song saw: "Just play without making dumplings. Don't come here to make trouble for mom."
Song Nuan turned around and laughed in order to cover up what he was thinking about.
Looking at the dumplings in my hands, and the stuffing: "It turns out that the things that I have molded by myself are crushed. It's quite comfortable."
This unclear sentence made Song mother frown and looked at her: "I'm talking nonsense here at a young age, what is it?"
These words made the alarm in her heart ring.
Song Nuan: "Where is the nonsense? Originally destroying this kind of thing will arouse the most comfortable feeling in people's hearts."
"Isn't it uncomfortable to do damage?" Song Nuan smiled and narrowed his eyes: "It's probably cute when you cry. It's a pity that this dumpling has no life and won't cry, but I look cool."
When Father Song heard it, he walked over: "This kind of thinking shouldn't have us all kind."
Song Nuan shrugged: "Yes, I'm just making an analogy, I'm also kind."
However, someone will treat her badly, should she still be kind?
Her eyes were closed so that people couldn't see through, what was she thinking in her heart.
Father Song and Mother Song both frowned. It seems that the psychiatrist will be invited over earlier.
Tang Si and Song Yi came in from outside, and the dumplings were almost filled.
"Steamed dumplings or dumplings?" Song Mu asked.
Song Yi: "I want to eat fried."
Fried dumplings are always delicious.
Mother Song: "What is fried, that is not healthy."
"Choose one, hurry up and choose the same."
Tang Si smiled at this moment and said, "Auntie, it's all right, you can do it as convenient as you want."
Song Yi stared at Tang Si, "Who told you to give me advice."
Tang Si bent slightly: "Go home and buy it for you."
He knew that Song Yi was young when he returned home, and Song's father and Song's mother were few in the country. Finally, they should be in harmony when having a meal together, so why bother about how to eat.
Song Yi was satisfied.
Mother Song looked at the two people and opened a smile unconsciously.
She knew Song Yi very well, but Tang Si coaxed her to live and heal her, which made her feel relieved that they were together.
After eating, Father Song still wanted to play a few games with Tang Si.
Song Yi glanced at his father: "Dad, I still have to go to work tomorrow morning. If you want to play chess, another day, if he is free during the Chinese New Year, I will bring him back to play with you."
Besides, Tang Si is busy sometimes and has no time to eat and date with her.
Also separated to play chess with Song's father?
"But there is only one chance. Don't keep robbing him from me." Song Yi took Tang Si's arm: "He didn't spend a lot of time with me, he was very busy."
"Fine." Father Song compromised and let them go.
And Song Nuan said hello obediently: "Sister, brother-in-law, goodbye."
...
The road back was foggy and the car drove very slowly.
The sky was already dark, and there were street lights on the side of the road. Song Yi was single with his chin and looked outside.
"You said, what kind of psychiatrist my parents would like to ask for Song Nuan." Song Yi asked.
She was thinking in her heart, should I ask Bo Shiyan for a visit?
This person was pretty reliable, although he didn't contact him again.
"Let's see." Tang Si drove: "Don't worry too much. Her problems are probably not very serious. This should be resolved."
"Yeah." There was very little time alone between the two of them, and Song Yi broke the topic: "Are you going to buy me fried dumplings now?"
In fact, fried dumplings are not very healthy, and all the fried foods are not very healthy. Tang Si thought that if Song Yi was full, he would not say to buy again.
As a result, she was still thinking about it.
"Eat less." Tang Si glanced at Song Yi, his voice low and with a smile: "Eating that kind of unhealthy food is bad for your health."
He raised the ending tone: "Originally, this small body can't stand two toss."
As he said, he licked his lips: "Can you think about it for your brother? It's very difficult every time you collect it."
He didn't agree, and was driving again.
Song Yipi started: "If you don't buy it, you can pull it down. Why do you find so many reasons."
"Sniff."
"You can buy it." Tang Si smiled lightly: "There are conditions."
"Heh..." Song Yi snorted coldly, "It seems that I have no money to buy without you."
She turned her head to look at Tang Si: "I have money."
"Yeah." Tang Si nodded and said in a faint tone: "You have money, but now the steering wheel is in my hands. I won't let you get off the car. How do you buy it?"
"Get home and order takeaway."
Tang Si snorted and glanced at Song Yi arrogantly: "Then you don't want to get out of bed."
"……"by!
Song Yi was furious.
This dog man is just orange-hearted against himself, he has no conscience at all.
Like her dad, he doesn't care about everything.
She gritted her teeth and smiled forcefully: "Tang Si, do you know what Feng Shui turns?"
"Huh?" Tang Si answered casually.
"I want to exercise."
"So?" Tang Si raised his eyebrows: "What then?"
"Prevent you from getting out of bed." Song Yi said word by word: "Squeeze and dry."
Tang Si smiled deeper and deeper, holding the steering wheel with one hand, and touching her tender white face with the other hand, and blew a rogue whistle, with a scornful tone: "Is there such a good thing? Brother wait."
Song Yi was touched, feeling that he was actually molested by the gangster.
There seemed to be the remaining warmth on his cheeks. He was obviously molested, but he was inexplicably palpitating.
Tang Si deliberately molested her, and he was able to seduce her.
He is very interesting.
Song Yi's mouth was stiff: "...whit a shit."
Sooner or later, don't let Feng Shui turn to her.
Tang Si licked her lips, seeming to see through the thoughts in her heart: "It is true that Feng Shui turns around, but Feng Shui is now on my side. I must make good use of it, otherwise I will suffer a lot. Do you think this is true ?"
Song Yi put his hands around his chest: "What conditions?"
Tonight, she was greedy, and she was drooling all she wanted to eat. It's been a long time since I had eaten these things.
Not only fried dumplings, but also any barbecue skewers.
"Simple." Tang Si looked forward lazily, and said in a slow tone: "Call Dad."
"..." Song Yi: "What is your quirk? Are you a pervert?"
Tang Si glanced at Song Yi: "Sell or not?"
What would she call such a submissive thing?
Have a big dream of spring and autumn.
"I'm your father." Song Yi put aside his face: "No."
"Be careful. I tell my dad."
After Song Yi finished speaking, he realized that this behavior of the two of them was simply the behavior of elementary school students.
Very naive.
Tang Si seemed to have known Song Yi's reaction a long time ago, and the smile on his face remained undiminished, still hooking: "Goodbye, when will you let me be your father?"
This sentence was said lightly and lightly, which seemed to be a joke, but it was a pun.
Double meaning.
Song Yi's heart puffed and jumped up, glanced at Tang Si, his face still had the same expression, there was no unnecessary change.
It's a scumbag with a smile.
Before Song Yi could answer, Tang Si spoke again, "Which one is you eating?"
Song Yi reacted and reported the name of a store.
Immediately, I went to buy dumplings.
However, along the way, Song Yi still struggled to care about this matter.
Until I got home, both of them took a shower and were about to go to bed.
Tang Si hugged her to sleep, the smell of a man's body between his breath.
"Brother." Song Yi put his arms around his neck and kissed him, a little coquettishly: "Do you really want to be a father?"
Then she can.
The little girl in his arms was soft and delicate, and Tang Si hugged her tighter: "Be good, consider getting married."
Song Yi pursed his lips, his eyelashes trembled lightly, and stopped talking.
The curtains were drawn tightly, and there was only a faint light in the room.
The night outside is endless, and the room is warm.
Song Yi's breathing gradually became even, and he was about to fall asleep.
At this moment, a trance voice came from my ear.
Very vague, very hazy, and low.
He said, "Song Yi, thank you for giving me a home."
He already felt it.
I felt the feeling of having my parents, I felt the taste of home.
These are enough.
Song Yi like an octopus, hugged Tang Si tightly: "Love you."
...
Inside the bar.
The music is deafening, making people's ears numb.
"Master Sheng, come on, two weekends, finally come out and drink! Not drunk."
When a woman walked in, she heard such a shout, at the table next to the door.
Her gaze suddenly fell on the man in the corner of the table.
The man leaned back on the chair, lazy and dangling, looking extremely cynical.
By the way, there is no smile on his face, there is such a wildness that is pulled into the bone.
He seemed to be aware of the woman's sight, the man raised his eyebrows, and his sight hit him.
His eyes are long and narrow, with smiling eyes, but his lips have no undulations.
The woman next to her should be a drinker. At this time, she handed a glass to him: "Master Sheng, drink."
The man lowered his eyes and pushed away: "I'm annoying, don't drink."
As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows coldly, and closed the smile in his eyes.
The person was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his flattering hand.
Yes, Master Sheng is in a bad mood, so he hits the muzzle again and is not allowed to kick it.
He has a bad temper, and other people can't do anything wrong, and he is pitiful with little patience. For a long time, he is a bad face that others owe him millions.
"Fu Jingsheng, you finally came out, why didn't you drink it?"
Fu Jingsheng was too lazy to change his posture, raised his legs, and found that the woman at the door had not left.
It's pretty good-looking, and it has a unique beauty, but it's a rare seductive, that is... why is it so familiar?
He squinted his eyes and said, "Little master is going to work tomorrow, so you can't be late."
I lighted a cigarette lazily and held it at the corner of his mouth, trying to relieve the dryness.
"..." She thought, dragging and wild like this, looking like a young man like the son of a brother, and she has a sense of time not to be late for work?
Dengtu prodigal son, literati pooja.
The woman looked away with a soft voice.
She was very purposeful and went straight to the private room upstairs.
Fu Jingsheng happened to see her disdainful and contemptuous sight, which was just disdain and disdain for him.
He narrowed his eyes again, his pupils were dark and deep, and he took a deep breath of smoke.
With a sneer from the bottom of my heart, she instantly felt that she was not beautiful.
...
Fu Jingsheng: "There is a problem."
"?" the friend asked; "what's the problem?"
Fu Jingsheng snorted softly, brushed the dust off his clothes, took a deep breath with a cigarette, and then slammed it on the table, spitting out a smoke ring slowly: "Fang Shenyang, follow me."
After speaking, people went upstairs.
Fang Shenyang, who had been silent in the corner, stood up, unsmiling, without a word, just like a cold wooden man.
"Hey fuck?! What's the matter? What's going to work and not going to work? Shengye! Don't be impulsive!"
Fu Jingsheng turned his head, and his lazy gaze narrowed suddenly: "Come on again and smoke you."
A sharp and thin breath slowly dissipated, making people stunned.
"..." Well done, you are awesome, you can, your uncle.
This is how he is, the cynical son brother, who is so unruly and unruly that you think you can be friends with him, but in fact it is very cool. To him, everything is just a passing moment. When he goes against his wishes, he will turn his face.
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