Being His Little Fox

Tang Si refused very tactfully.

Also sprinkled a handful of dog food.

The clerk was very acquainted, so he didn't ask any more.

Because these two people seem to be rich people, it is impossible to come to this kind of shop to do costume design.

The idea of ​​asking is just a try of luck.

The wedding dress that two people took today is an interior scene. The first set is a wedding dress and a suit. It didn’t take much effort to finish the shot.

The second set is a police uniform and a cheongsam.

Song Yi's figure propped up the cheongsam, very beautiful, with a pair of tender white legs looming.

Gentle and majestic, standing next to a man in a police uniform feels coquettish.

The police uniform fits well, envelops a strong and robust body, with a dignified righteous attitude towards his little wife.

This set of pictures is amazing, not enough to describe it.

The stunning color and the stunning color collide and blend together, and with such a gentle touch, it seems that thousands of peach blossoms are falling, and the world is full of pink and love.

The police uniform is serious, the body of justice, the soul is unyielding, the cheongsam is soft, charming and gentle, melting everything.

This body, behind his back was blocked by the dirt and darkness, a little bit of delicate flowers fell embellishment, and gradually covered, the vines wantonly rooting towards the ground, since the darkness has disappeared, and the light is in front of him.

...

Song Yi is quite tired.

After the filming, they all stopped work. Tang Si put his arms around Song Yi's waist: "Are you tired?"

Asked in a gentle voice, peach blossom eyes with a smile.

"Lack of exercise, I feel sore back and back."

"Yeah." Tang Si replied in a serious manner: "I will work out with you when I go home at night."

Very serious tone, but the words from his mouth are not so serious.

Song Yi glanced at him.

Tang Si explained: "Very serious exercise."

Haha, she believed it.

"Don't change your clothes first." Song Yi took Tang Si's hand, with a weak tone: "You go in and help me change it."

"I don't want to move a finger right now."

She felt very tired.

Mainly because this skirt is quite heavy.

Tang Si raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly, "Is there any good thing?"

"Don't use your hands or feet, you will come out after the change."

"I'll wait in the car."

"Okay." Tang Si walked into the changing room with her.

The clerk outside looked at them both very enviously.

It is rare to see a young couple in such a good relationship.

Those who usually come to shoot wedding dresses are thick, sticky and greasy.

The two of them didn't look sticky, they were clear and steady after years of washing.

Sweetness's happiness is revealed in her words and deeds.

Tang Si was really honest, and didn't do anything to Song Yi.

He felt very sorry for her little flower, she said that she was tired, and he changed her hand movements really quickly.

I lowered my head and kissed her forehead: "It's beautiful, it's hard work."

After finishing speaking, the palm of her hand touched the back of her head slightly, her tone was light, and she smiled and asked, "Should I carry you to the car?"

Song Yi originally wanted to go out by herself, but since he had mentioned it, it made her feel lazy.

She hooked Tang Si's neck with her hands: "I want to carry it."

The man's Adam's apple rolled: "The cheongsam will be worn to me again at night when I go home."

"I knew you were not at ease."

Tang Si carried her up: "It's all kind to you."

She didn't weigh much, she was very light, and it was easy for him.

"I am comfortable, and so are you."

This is very meaningful.

Song Yi smiled softly, fiddled with his buttons, and didn't speak.

Until he walked out of the bridal shop with her on his back.

"Do you think this looks like an uncle policeman who saved a girl who was in trouble?"

Tang Si snorted and said, "You still want to play the script with me?"

Song Yi chuckled, "Isn't I the best at writing scripts?"

"Then do you want to play with me?"

Tang Si: "Should I play with you, or do you play with me?"

"It's all right."

Song Yi's voice was tired and lazy: "Anyway, I know you are reluctant to bully me."

He laughed silently, and raised his lips: "So you bullied me upright."

"Ah, isn't it fun to bully a **** police uncle?"

"You didn't call it that before."

"Then what did I call you before?"

"You call me the police brother."

"Is that so?" Song Yi shook his calf, his voice was charming: "I don't remember."

"ungrateful."

She laughed and hugged his shoulder tightly: "Don't let go for a lifetime, lean on me for a lifetime."

"Great."

...

After Tang Si put Song Yi in the car, he went back and changed his clothes. The two of them returned home.

Father Song and Mother Song at home have already prepared the food.

Song Yi didn't want to eat, and basically went to bed when he went back, and fell asleep.

"Is it so tiring to take a wedding photo?" Mother Song looked at Tang Si, "My grandson is with us today. You two have a good rest."

Tang Si really couldn't ask for it, but he didn't show the slightest expression on his face.

Instead, he asked: "Will it bother you to rest?"

"It doesn't matter, the child is a little older now, and the little guy doesn't like to cry. It's easy to take."

Tang Si glanced at him, Tang Song Gu Lulu's eyes looked at him.

He stretched out his hand and squeezed his small face, and the little guy immediately turned away.

Tang Si: "..."

Like his mother, little heartless.

He had to touch his little fleshy face.

Xiao Tang Song frowned and was about to cry.

Tang Si's eyes widened, especially fierce.

The little guy wrinkled his face, his mouth curled, and he started crying immediately.

Mother Song glared at Tang Si: "Tang Si!"

Tang Si raised his hand and looked innocent: "I really didn't do anything?"

Father Song laughed when he saw it: "I think you have more fun every day now. It's fun to bully your son and cry."

He touched the tip of his nose lightly, smiled, and suddenly took out the phone and recorded it for the little guy.

While recording, he said: "I will show you when you grow up. You were a little crying bag when you were a kid."

Black history, collected since childhood.

Boys, always want face when they grow up.

In this regard, Tang Si is very prescient.

Tang Song saw that his unreliable father was recording again, although there was nothing in his little head, he didn't understand anything.

But the inexplicable stopped crying.

...

After his parents left, Tang Si went to take a bath and wash.

Back to the room, Song Yi was still asleep.

He knelt on the bed, bent slightly, and easily picked up the person from the bed, hugged him, and kissed: "So tired? Huh?"

Song Yi opened his eyes in a daze, and buried his head in his arms. The man's body was full of the fragrance of shower gel. The house was gentle and warm.

"Hmm..." Song Yi responded weakly to him.

Tang Si patted her small face: "Go remove your makeup and take a bath. You can't sleep like this."

"I'm really sleepy, wash your little face." He raised Song Yi's little head, his voice slowly: "Do you understand?"

Song Yi pouted and buried his head in his arms again, muffled: "I don't understand."

Tang Si couldn't help but laughed, it was so coquettish.

Can't stand it.

"Song Yi kid, your husband took a bath, you rubbed my fan."

"Liar, I don't lose my powder, I don't get stuck with my makeup, and I hold makeup for 24 hours." Song Yi muttered and said, "It's really caught. I'll go to the counter to settle the account tomorrow."

Tang Si really couldn't stand the voice of the coquettish little milk, so he picked her up and said, "I will help you if you don't do it yourself."

"Yeah." Song Yi looked at the mercy of others.

Long long ago, she didn't like to take a shower and wash her hair by herself.

Every time I take a shower and wash my hair, I have to have a long psychological struggle.

I always thought that if someone could help her, but this kind of private matter, whether it was a man or a woman, was weird.

So every time I take a shower, wash my hair and remove makeup, I struggle to go.

Now, Tang Si can naturally help her wash.

I was able to help a long time ago, but she still needs to be reserved. What if this man knows he is so lazy and doesn't marry her?

She is really good-natured, Tang Si took off her clothes, took it into the bathroom, and put it in the bathtub filled with water.

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling: "Be gentle, husband."

Tang Si groaned.

"You can shut up."

He carefully helped Song Yi remove makeup, take a bath, and was a little clumsy and not very skilled when removing makeup.

Song Yi washed his face, took a shower, and also washed his head. The sleepiness disappeared.

The whole person is awake.

As soon as this person wakes up, all five senses come back.

His face gradually became red.

Feeling embarrassed at first, Tang Si pulled away the hand she was blocking.

Tang Si sighed, "Little ancestor, can you take it away? It's still slippery there, and it's not clean."

"I'll do it myself."

Tang Si saw her sober, he snorted, "There is a beginning and an end."

"..." What's so special, this black-bellied old fox!

There is a beginning and an end!

Tang Si looked at her: "Don't pretend to be confused when you are sober."

His voice was slightly hoarse: "How to feel how to feel."

Song Yi was silent for a few seconds.

Suddenly took his hand, kissed his thin lips, and pulled the person into the bathtub.

Just after taking a shower, I have to wash again.

...

The night is thick.

The inner room was quiet, with only a rhythmic sound of water.

And gasping.

...

early morning.

When Song Yi woke up in the morning, he wanted to kick him off the bed with a kick. It was so painful and uncomfortable.

A man who hasn't been fed for a long time is no different from a tiger wolf.

But before that.

She suddenly remembered that she still gave birth to a son, but the son was not at home now, so she was scared to wake Tang Si immediately.

"Husband husband, where is Tang and Song? Where is our son?"

Tang Si woke up in a daze, his face full of spring breeze.

Looking at the little woman, she pulled him down and clasped it in her arms.

The man's voice was magnetic: "Do you still know you gave birth to a son?"

"Why couldn't I remember when I wanted to lose weight last night?"

"Are you lost? Or can you indulge in your husband's beauty?"

Song Yi: "..."

Hearing these words in his mouth, he knew that his son must be with his parents.

Song Yi simply gave up struggling in his arms and wanted to continue sleeping.

Suddenly he muffled his mouth in his arms, in a delicate tone: "Tang Si, I feel so amazing, I actually gave birth to a person."

Tang Si laughed, his chest was shaking, Song Yi. All can be heard, the man's heartbeat is steady and powerful.

"You are also a human, and I am also a human, so what can we two be born without being human?"

Song Yi hit him: "You know what I mean."

"I know." Tang Si stopped joking with him, and gently kissed her on the forehead: "My kid, I'm a mother at such a young age, so I don't feel comfortable."

"Yeah." Song Yi said, "I didn't think of it yesterday, I also gave birth to a son."

"But I just think it's amazing."

Tang Si smiled: "That's also your son, and it's also my son."

He hugged her tighter: "Slowly adapt."

"How about this?"

Song Yi: "Huh?"

"You are the older sister of your son, and I raise you as younger sisters and younger brothers." Tang Si's tone was quite serious.

Tang Si is six or seven years older than her, but she is not her father's boyfriend.

He is very funny and humorous. He doesn't care about her everywhere, even if he cares, he doesn't use the tone of the elders to teach her.

That's definitely a rogue technique.

From time to time, with a jealous youthful spirit.

I can't tell that she is six or seven years older than her.

Suddenly he said that he would raise her as a daughter, and Song Yi found it amazing again.

Can't help but drill into his arms.

"I was born when you were six or seven years old." Song Yi leaned on him: "You can be my dad."

"Do you really want to?" Tang Si chuckled, "Then what are we two?"

"Ok?"

Song Yi: "Um...chaos...chaos..."

Before the last word was spoken, the man blocked his lips: "What's the mess? You are the daughter-in-law of my Mingzhong."

Song Yi: "Don't you say you want to raise me as a daughter?"

Tang Si smiled: "I should be raised as a daughter, so the seniority should not be chaotic."

"Get into an exercise?" he asked.

"No." Song Yi refused: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

Tang Si: "..."

He let her go.

Because there are still photos to be taken today.

But when Song Yi was washing himself, he stood in front of the mirror and saw that he was covered with traces.

"..." This is a fart.

Tang Si walked in casually, squeezed toothpaste, and stood beside her brushing her teeth.

Then I realized that Song Yi was wrong, looked at her with a toothbrush in his mouth, and asked vaguely: "What's wrong?"

Song Yi pointed to himself: "Look at the good things you did last night."

Tang Si raised his eyebrows, his peachy eyes were full of lust, and he smiled: "It's pretty, so sexy."

Song Yi kicked him out directly: "Sexy mother."

"His—" She started to feel pain again after such strenuous exercise.

Tang Si looked worried.

She pushed him straight out: "You can sleep on the couch for a month, get out."

Tang Si: "..."

Be temperate if you know it.

He sighed: "Will you still take the wedding photos today?"

"How to shoot? Are you really afraid that others won't know what you did last night?" Song Yi was angry when he heard him speak.

Tang Si licked his lips: "Did you not do it with me? Why do you still rely on me alone?"

He knocked on the door: "Let's discuss it, I haven't finished brushing my teeth."

"Wife."

"young married woman."

"Song Yi~"

"Goodbye~"

"You open the door."

Song Yi rolled his eyes and opened the door: "Call the soul, you."

As soon as the door opened, the man pushed her against the wall: "I'm not allowed to enter, I want to—"

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