So, he will come back.
"Mm." Song Yi hugged him: "Waiting for you."
...
Fu Jingsheng was driving, Tang Si sat in the passenger seat, eyes lowered looking at his phone.
He glanced over: "Not working anymore, still so busy with business?"
Hearing this, Tang Si lifted his gaze, smiled slightly, a hint of mischievousness in his eyes: "What? You want me to chat with you? Do you think you're a little girl?"
This car belonged to Tang Si, modified, Fu Jingsheng drove it comfortably.
"Where did you get this car, make one for me too."
Tang Si casually propped his chin, his almond-shaped eyes just gazing at him: "It's discontinued."
His tone was lazy.
Fu Jingsheng suddenly shot him a glance.
"Can you stop looking at me like that? I feel very startled."
"What kind of look?" Tang Si: "That's just how I look."
Fu Jingsheng shut his mouth.
He thought it was better not to chat with him.
