Life With You

George Sheng didn't know how to write the words Lianxiangxiyu, and with a handsome face, he asked fiercely, "What are you afraid of?"

Isn't he below, can he fall to her death?

Song Xi was frightened and wronged, co-authoring George Sheng in a disguised form to let her live a short life, knowing that she might as well go with Qixi, and long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

Seeing her riding on a tree unable to advance or retreat, George Sheng gave encouragement, "Are you going to linger until dawn? It really can't, you let your cat come down and open the door."

Song Xi... Mom sells batches!

Even if she fell crippled and died, it would be better than watching his ‘ugly’ face here.

George Sheng didn't know what Song Xi was thinking, but she suddenly changed from riding to standing like a chicken blood, thinking that her own encouragement played a decisive role.

Song Xi stepped on the big palm, pinched two branches with both hands, turned slowly, facing the direction of the balcony on the second floor.

A tree branch with the thick of her calf stretches directly to the edge of the balcony. The distance is about one meter to one meter. She only needs to take one step and reach out and grab the balcony fence.

But speaking under a tree doesn't hurt, she is standing on the tree at this time.

A momentary anger can only arouse a momentary courage. At this moment, Song Xi is standing at the dividing point between the trunk and the branches, just like standing on a ten-meter platform, secretly adjusting his breathing. The mother in my heart does not know when to replace it with Amitabha, Song Xi closed his eyes and closed them.

Under the tree, George Sheng's neck fell tired and frowned, urging, "Waiting for the iron tree to bloom?"

Song Xi didn't respond, didn't even look at him. Suddenly he stepped forward and scalp numb. She had caught the balcony railing with her hands. The tree branches under her feet were very thin. Because of the load, Song Xi swayed up and down. Song Xi quickly raised her leg. Turn into the balcony.

The moment she was down to earth, she knelt down.

However, there was still a living Hades standing on the grass. He couldn't wait for a moment. He said "Open the door" and walked to the gate on the first floor.

An evil thought suddenly appeared in Song Xi's heart. How about if she doesn't open the door for him? Let him stand outside for the night.

Of course, this kind of thought can only be thought of, she brought her heart downstairs to open the door for him.

The door opened and George Sheng changed his shoes at the entrance. Song Xi said with no different expression: "Thank you tonight. You should rest early."

When George Sheng listened to her closing remarks, he couldn't help but glanced at her, his voice low and provocative, "Do you think I am full of gas?"

Song Xi was stunned by his question and stared at him. It was only three or four seconds later that she suddenly realized, "Ah, I forgot, I will do it for you now."

Song Xi turned around and walked to the kitchen. George Sheng followed him in slippers. He did not sleep well for two consecutive nights. Today was the third night, and it was no use. His heart beats a bit fast. I don't know if he slept too little or was angry. Too much.

Ten minutes later, Song Xi came out of the kitchen, looked at George Sheng on the sofa in the living room and asked: "Are you eating here or going to the dining room?"

George Sheng stood up and walked towards her.

There was a familiar smell in the kitchen. George Sheng approached and found that there was only one bowl on the table. Song Xi said, "I have made more. There is still in the pot. You can eat it. I will go upstairs first."

George Sheng didn't usually respond. After Song Xi left, he sat in front of the chair by himself, took the spoon next to him, and scooped it up. There were red persimmons and white bumps. Why were there so many pink little dices?

Take a closer look, it turned out to be ham.

George Sheng was accustomed to the third child that Song Xi gave, pimple soup, persimmons, and eggs. Today, there was a sudden addition of ingredients, and he was still a little overjoyed.

Inexplicably thinking of the couple's crooked conversation when crossing the road today, he suddenly changed his mood and opened his mouth to take a bite.

The pimple soup still tastes old, but it always feels a little too much.

Song Xi is a person who doesn't dream often, unless it is because of the extreme mood swings during the day, or the day and night dreams, after cooking for George Sheng, he went upstairs to lie in bed, it was almost five in the morning.

She squinted quickly, and then she had a nightmare. Someone wanted to kill her in the dream. She kept running and finally escaped to a dead end. There was only one tree to climb in front of her. Song Xi heard from behind. George Sheng’s voice, he was calling her name, saying that catching her would make her want to survive. She was so scared that she used her hands and feet together, and desperately climbed the tree, just when she thought she would be able to escape. , The right ankle was suddenly caught.

She didn't need to look back to know that the man was George Sheng. In the dream, she was shivering with fear, and she couldn't find the tune of crying. Fortunately, the phone alarm clock rang at this time, dragging her from the nightmare back to reality.

Raising her hand to turn off the alarm clock, Song Xi was still immersed in the horrible atmosphere created by the nightmare, looking at Fang Yan'er eagerly. She was afraid that she would not be able to do it. If this goes on, she has to take a step before Song Yuanqing comes out.

After tossing all night and didn't sleep well, Song Xi was in a trance during the day, especially the operation requires a high concentration of energy. After two operations, she fell on the bed in the lounge to make up for sleep.

Han Chunmeng was still wondering that Song Xi has always been an iron lady, and it is not uncommon to have not been out of the operating room for more than ten or twenty hours. What happened today?

When Song Xi was a little more sober, Han Chunmeng said, "I will insist on tomorrow morning, and tomorrow afternoon will be a holiday. Let's be happy together and celebrate your birthday."

Song Xi was smiling. Gu Dongxu called and told her good news. The prison administration directly said hello. She can go to see Song Yuanqing tomorrow for an hour and a half.

The usual visit time was not so long, and this time it was extra time. Song Xi was very happy, with a smile on her face all afternoon.

Before going home in the evening, Song Xi specially ran to the delicatessen and ordered a cake, which was Song Yuanqing's favorite taste, and then ran to the pet shop to pick up Qixi.

Back at Cuicheng Mountain, Song Xi never expected that when the door opened to greet her, she would be greeted by a huge German wolfhound, which seemed to be called... Qitiao, right?

Qijo stood less than two meters away from her, staring at her, to be clear, staring at Qixi in her arms.

Song Xi still feels a little shocked when he sees Qi-tiao. After a glance, George Sheng's shoes are placed aside, he is also at home?

One person, one dog and one cat, three pairs of eyes of different colors, restraining each other, looking at each other, for about ten seconds, the familiar cold male voice came from the living room, "Seven."

Qi Tiao heard the sound and immediately turned around and ran in. Song Xi took advantage of this effort to change shoes and walk in.

Walking to the open space, Song Xi saw George Sheng on the sofa, and Qijo sat on his lap honestly.

He rarely goes home so early, and I don’t know if it’s a temporary incident or something. Since he saw it, Song Xi can’t pretend to be blind, and take the initiative to say hello, "You are at home."

The dog bit his butt, for sure.

George Sheng didn't pick her unexpectedly, he only looked at her sideways, his thin lips opened, and he said, "Is his depression all right?"

Song Xi looked down at Qixi in his arms, and replied softly: "I don't vomit, but I have to adjust my mood slowly."

George Sheng said, "Let it go."

Song Xi looked at him.

George Sheng said calmly: "Let Qijo cure his depression."