Chapter 42

The cold wind from her face irrigated her whole face.

The wind of wheezing makes Song Yi stare, the whole person is awake, here is the 18th floor.

The man clasped her hands and pressed her on the ventilation windowsill of the fire passage. She was forced to overlook the whole city. Her hands were tightly clasped and struggling, and an inexplicable air of death and silence came over.

"What are you doing?" Song Yi's voice is a little empty and his heart beats fast.

This psycho is not going to throw her out of here, is it?

"What's the matter?" The man's languid voice said: "look at your left, your balcony, what is she doing?"

His tone is gentle and light, so he buckles her, every word seems to be pressing a low magnetic.

It's nice and soothing.

Song Yi really looked in that direction, mu Wanxue's face was heavy, as if he was calling someone.

"See clearly?"

"Well."

Tang Si nodded lightly: "OK, if you can see the person she called, I will satisfy you with something not too much."

Song Yi took a deep breath and knew what Tang Si wanted to do.

He directly interrupts their topic in this way and ends it in this way.

It's not easy for her to take it back. What she talked about last night was just an oolong.

Now is the time to get down to business.

Song Yi coughed softly: "can you stop pressing me? Let go first. I'm sick of you. "

Tang Si released her hand, and he left the windowsill immediately.

Frowning, gently rubbing his red wrist that he just pinched, his face ruddy like pink infection, maybe just scared.

A pair of fox eyes soft weak look: "don't know pity jade."

make complaints about the song.

Tang Si looked at her red wrist, he realized that he just did not use much strength, her wrist was so red.

The man suddenly gently raised his lips, and the feeling of laziness diffused. His tone was a little casual and said: "you are a delicate bag."

The next second, he raised his wrist, looked at his watch, and then took in a bit of laziness: "I'm leaving. I'll tell you to do your work well."

He's here to tell her that.

Song Yi stares at Tang Si. At the moment, the man's hands are in his trouser pockets. He can't see his face clearly in the weak light. He can only see the outline of his body and the radian of his jaw is smooth. Such a hazy feeling, a calm and restrained breath from the inside out.

Inexplicably, there is a sense of intellectual abstinence, which belongs only to mature men. Publicity and low-key in the air unscrupulous hook people.

She licked her lips: "OK."

Swallowing saliva, some heart itch, he really 360 degrees no dead angle, he really looks good, good-looking bewitching.

At this moment, Tang Si is not only a cash cow in front of her. This man is different from all the men he has seen before. He is loose and unruly, and shows calm righteousness. He is naughty and provocative, but he is relaxed. He can become any hook, and will not cross the line, and will not make people feel that there is something wrong with him.

But no matter what he showed in front of him, all straight into her heart, stirred her heart upside down.

In this moment, Song Yi probably understood what is called the male sex hook person.

Tang Si explained a few words again, and was about to leave with long legs.

Song Yi's voice is magnetic and provocative.

His voice is always light with laziness, the pressure of the voice, every word makes her tremble like electricity.

As a result, she did not pay attention to what he said.

How can someone's voice be heard and soften all over!

Song Yi never felt that he was a voice controller, but after listening to his voice, he became more and more occupied. He just liked his intonation and rhythm.

"Wait a minute --" Song Yi looks at the figure of his back, which is about to disappear in front of his eyes, and quickly stops him.

The man turns back, hands inserted trouser pocket, peach blossom eyes bent smile, lazy look over: "how?"

"What did you... Just say?"

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