Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox-Chapter 122: Right Now You Just Seem So Pitiful to Me
"Hurts?" Tang Si’s tone was calm: "Open your mouth, let me see."
Song Yi obediently complied.
"Hmm."
After he looked, he just made a light "hmm" sound, sounding quite serious.
"What do you mean ’hmm’?" Song Yi was confused.
Tang Si licked his lips, trying to keep his composure.
Can’t think about it, can’t think about it, thinking about it is a disaster.
He pondered over three words, slowly uttering them, and his tone was also light: "Too tender."
Song Yi was directly bewildered, looking at him.
He said, "I told you not to drink sour stuff, but you still had to have it with ice. Now you know it hurts, right?"
Song Yi was stunned, took two seconds to react.
Suddenly she lifted her foot and kicked his calf: "You’re yelling ’catch the thief’ while being the thief!"
Tang Si seriously apologized: "I’m sorry, I’m guilty."
"I..."
"Ring, ring, ring—"
Song Yi wanted to say more, but her phone rang.
She glared at him, that gaze seemed to say, ’Just you wait.’
She picked up the phone: "Hello?"
The call was from Li Wen.
"Where are you? Where did you go again?"
Song Yi gritted her teeth.
"What’s up?"
"President Song!" Li Wen took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool, hoping he wouldn’t get angered to death by her: "You’re the company president, with piles of business, can you come to work?"
Song Yi casually sat on a chair outside a milk tea shop, fiddling with her nails, looking lazy and charming: "Aren’t I recuperating?"
"Speaking of which, there’s one more thing to ask you, are you going to the base’s program team?"
"Hmm..." Song Yi covered the microphone, slightly got up, leaned over and softly asked Tang Si: "Are you going back to the base as an instructor?"
Tang Si shook his head.
Having gotten the response, Song Yi sat back and told Li Wen: "Not going, not going."
"... They said it’s best for you to come back once you’re healed."
"You can’t take the company’s artist resources and then not go, you know. How am I supposed to explain that to them?"
Song Yi rolled her eyes: "Just tell them I broke my leg, paralyzed the lower half, and even speaking isn’t fluent."
Li Wen: "To be honest, you do sound a bit inarticulate, got a cold?"
Song Yi: "..."
"Forget it. Not talking about this, when will you come back? Even if you just come back for a bit, there’s a company wanting to collaborate with us, can you come and see if it’s reliable?"
Song Yi felt a headache.
"Which company?"
"BS."
"BS? The jewelry one? They want to find a spokesperson, right?"
"Yes, long-term. Now several companies are fighting tooth and nail, all wanting to secure resources for their artists." Li Wen: "I heard that boss is really difficult to deal with, I have no way with him. You have to come."
Song Yi thought for a moment: "Can’t it be postponed to tomorrow?"
"It’ll be snatched by others tomorrow."
"Alright then, send me the address."
After hanging up, Song Yi explained the situation to Tang Si.
Tang Si: "Want me to go with you?"
Song Yi shook her head: "No need, I’ll find you when I’m done."
"Alright, go ahead." Tang Si nodded.
Song Yi looked at him reluctantly.
"What do I do, I feel like you’re such a little pity right now, I feel a bit sorry for you."
She also felt a bit uncomfortable in her heart, wanting to take him along but not wanting him to see her dealing with business in a fake and dirty manner.
But she had to go.
Hearing this, Tang Si began to laugh softly.
"Which of us is really the pitiable one?"
"It’s been quite a while since you worked, you should go back and handle things."
After he finished speaking, one hand in his pocket, he gestured to her with the other hand, his voice was light, with a smile: "Come over here—"
