It's so Heart-Burning

Chang Si Little Chap X Social Brother Zhuo [Women chasing men | gangster temperament | protecting shortcomings | preference] Copywriting 1. Song Yizhuo had never seen any big storms in his life. Everyone knows that he only bends his back for one woman. I heard this woman looks like a little girl. But you can sit on his head and dictate. This girl is envied by everyone. It's called Changsi. "Hello, I'm Chang Si, you can also call me Mrs. Song." Copywriting 2. "Did I forget to tell you? I, Song Yizhuo, may want nothing in my life, but if you touch my woman, it will be easy to kill you. " Copywriting after marriage. Chang Si looked at the dark-faced Song Yizhuo on the sofa, standing by the door and not daring to speak. "You still know how to come back." Chang Si was frightened by her strong resentment as soon as she opened her mouth. She hung up the phone on him in anger today. Seeing that she didn't speak, Song Yizhuo became even more irritated. He looked straight into her eyes, deep and silent, "You still know that you have a home? Why don't you live outside? Now you still know how to hang up on me? Have you learned too much?" Chang Sisheng was frightened to tears by him, and had the courage to yell at him, "Why don't I just go shopping with my friends? What did I do wrong? Who asked you to call and keep urging me? Just a little later, I know I'll be back." His voice became quieter and softer, and in the end he picked his fingers and lowered his head, not daring to speak. Song Yizhuo felt that something had gone too far, so he got up from the sofa, walked up to her in a few steps, wiped her face, and said, "Remember to report when you go out to play in the future." "Oh." "You are not allowed to hang up the phone on me, and you are not allowed to spend the night at a friend's house. If there are men gathering together, it is best not to go." Chang Si suddenly felt aggrieved, his face drooped, "I think you can change your identity." Song Yizhuo:? Chang Si: "He is really looking more and more like my dad." Song Yizhuo's hand that was wiping her tears paused, and he simply smoothed out a few dull hairs for her, "Dad, let's just be dad. My lover in the past life was pretty good too. You can relax, I have a good memory. If I drink Meng Po soup, I can find you in the next life." Chang Si's heart at that time was so soft and confused.