Life With You

Song Xi had a meal with Qi Wei at noon, and when she was about to check out, she remembered that she hadn't brought a bag at all. She had to pay with her mobile phone. Of course, Qi Wei didn't give her this opportunity. He bought the order in the middle.

He took a taxi to take her back to the hospital. When she arrived at the entrance of the hospital, Song Xi got off the car. Qi Wei lowered the window and said to her, "I won't send you in."

Song Xi said: "Okay, your legs and feet are not convenient."

Qi Wei said angrily: "Small your voice, the master thought I was born with something wrong."

As he said, he really turned his head to explain to the driver: "I have a broken bone, which can be cured."

The driver smiled, and Song Xi rolled his eyes speechlessly.

"Quickly go in." Qi Wei smiled at Song Xi.

Song Xi waved to him and turned around to leave. When she turned around, she suddenly thought of something and immediately turned back: "Hey."

Qi Wei immediately said to the driver, "Wait a minute."

Song Xi took off her jacket and passed it along the car window: "I almost forgot."

Qi Wei said, "You can wear it."

Song Xi said, "It's better for you to wear it. Don't look back and catch a cold. I really don't know whether to send you to the orthopedics department or the outpatient clinic."

Qi Wei looked at Song Xi, who was wearing a thin white lab coat, and urged: "I won't tell you anymore, hurry up and call you out another day."

"Ok, bye."

Song Xi smiled and waved to him, turned around and ran into the hospital.

Qi Wei watched her leave. It took a long time to raise the window and tell the driver where to go. The driver smiled and said, "So young and beautiful, and still working in Concord. No wonder you have to pick up the car with your legs and feet."

Qi Wei's handsome face carried a faint smile, silent.

The driver asked himself: "How long have you been chasing?"

Qi Wei said: "It didn't take long."

The driver said: "She is beautiful, and you are handsome. Don't be afraid of not catching up. Take your time."

Hearing this, the corners of Qi Wei's inexplicable lips became wider, and a few seconds later, he replied: "It would be fine if she only looked at her face."

Song Xi ran back to the hospital, cold and hot, shivering, holding her mobile phone, she hesitated to call George Sheng.

If she didn't fight, she was upset in her heart, and always wanted to ask clearly; if she didn't fight, she was afraid that the answer was not what she wanted.

In the final analysis, she does not believe in George Sheng 100%.

While struggling, a little nurse walked up to him and told Song Xi to go to the deputy director's office and Ding Huiqin would look for her.

This interruption, there was another operation in the afternoon, and I was busy, and it was off work in a blink of an eye.

Han Chunmeng asked Song Xi to go home for dinner. Song Xi turned down with excuses. It wasn't that he didn't have time, or he didn't know how to face Gu Dongxu.

When he came to the parking lot and got in the car, Song Xi stopped grind, and called George Sheng decisively. The phone went through. After thinking for a long time, George Sheng didn't answer.

Song Xi was a little impatient, and immediately sent him another text message, asking him to call her back when he saw it.

After the text message was sent, Song Xi waited for ten minutes, but George Sheng did not reply, so she had to drive home first.

After twelve o'clock in the night, Qixi was sleeping with the cola nest, and the little wolf dog curled up on the carpet next to the bed. For a while, it grew at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. It was only as long as its forearm, and now it has grown more than half of its hand. , The ears have also been completely drooped, to the present half-vertical half drooping.

Song Xi leaned on the side of the bed with a computer and a lot of materials on her lap, but her eyes were staring at the sleeping little wolf dog in a daze.

She had to admit that Gu Dongxu’s few words disturbed her all day, and she was thinking about it all day long. She was looking forward to the best result, which was a misunderstanding; she also planned for the worst, in case it was true. of.

If it is true, then she must re-examine Gu Dongxu's words, and must admit that although she and George Sheng live in the same world, they are not people in the same world at all. She can't turn things over, even the female reporter. I have never met her, but this is a matter of principle.

Thinking of the headache, Song Xidi picked up the phone and turned on the screen. There were no text messages or missed messages on it. She didn't know what George Sheng was doing, and if there was no time to reply to her, but she had exhausted all her patience. After all, he fought again.

There was a connection sound of ‘beep~beep~beep~’ from the phone, and each sound was so slow, which made people nervous. Song Xi was not even sure whether she wanted him to pick it up or not.

But this time, after seven beeps, George Sheng's voice suddenly came from inside: "Hello?"

Song Xi lifted his heart, and the hand holding the phone tightened, his mind was empty, and he asked aloud: "Where are you?"

In fact, she didn't want to ask him where he was, maybe deep down she wanted to ask him where it is inconvenient to speak.

Sure enough, George Sheng couldn't help but say, "Is something wrong?"

Song Xi's heart was beating like a drum. She knew what she was nervous about, so she hesitated for a while, lowered her eyes and said, "Well, I want to ask you something."

George Sheng remained silent, waiting for her to say.

Song Xi also gave up, and asked straightforwardly: "What happened to the reporter who went to the cemetery that day to sneak a photo?"

After waiting for a few seconds, George Sheng asked instead: "What is this for?"

Song Xi couldn't sell Gu Dongxu, so he replied, "Suddenly remembered."

She almost blurted out and asked casually, but after another thought, she called him in the middle of the night, plus the previous phone calls and text messages, how could it be a temporary intention?

George Sheng was silent on the phone. Song Xi knew he didn't believe it, but she couldn't think of other excuses. Forget it, she was too lazy to cover up.

"nothing at all."

After waiting for a few seconds, Song Xi waited for such a painless answer.

She was not reconciled, and both left and right had already spoken. If she hadn't heard his answer in person, this would be a problem.

He was hesitant before, but at this moment Song Xi was categorical and asked: "You caught someone, did you just put it away?"

George Sheng is not a fool. How could he not hear the temptations in her words, he simply said directly: "What do you want to say, just say it."

Song Xi heard his displeasure and replied aloud: "Did you ask someone to touch the female reporter?"

George Sheng said: "How do you call bumping?"

Song Xi was a little angry because he was obviously provoking.

Unknown when she pulled her face down, Song Xi said in a deep voice, "Have the female reporter lost her body?"

There was an obvious pause on George Sheng's side, Song Xi's heart was cold, but she was still waiting for his answer.

"How is she, what does it matter to you? Do you know her?"

Song Xi held the phone, her expression blurred with anger and forbearance, her lips pressed open, and she repeated the previous sentence: "I will ask you, did the female reporter lose her body?"

She knew that her tone was bad, and she had reached a question.

Who would dare to talk to George Sheng like that? What's more, in what capacity is she?

I am a mud bodhisattva who crosses the river, and even **** with strangers. This behavior looks like a saint, but this is Song Xi’s last bottom line. If George Sheng does it, she can’t live with such a person. .

In the silent night, Song Xi waited for a long time during the phone call, but it was not George Sheng's voice that responded to her, but a woman's groan|groan, which was not too loud, but Song Xi heard clearly. When it arrived, she was dumbfounded at first, and she didn't respond much. Just when she was in a daze, the same audio frequency came over, even more than one sound.

Song Xi's mind short-circuited for a moment, and then he hung up the phone without thinking.