Life With You

Song Xi sent the white porcelain bowl to Yuan Bao and said, "You go eat it."

Yuan Bao took it and said, "Thank you Miss Song."

George Sheng seemed to watch people's hearts, knowing that Song Xi didn't plan to go out, so he raised his voice a little and said, "All come out to eat."

Song Xi was at a loss. She didn't have to face George Sheng, she might not be able to eat, and now she had to carry the bowl to the dining room. At the long table in the dining room, George Sheng sat on the side of his head, Yuan Bao pulled the chair away and sat across from George Sheng, Song Xi walked to the end of the long table and chose the farthest position from George Sheng.

George Sheng didn't mean to talk to her either. He bowed his head and took a spoon to eat. Song Xi watched his nose, nose and mouth, mouth and heart. He thought that George Sheng and Yuanbao would eat well, of course she didn't use her eyes. Look, but listen with ears. In the quiet dining room, there are only the occasional sound of a porcelain spoon and a porcelain bowl. No one makes the sound of eating.

In the middle of Yuan Bao answered the phone, Song Xi heard him say: "Eighty years of aging Maotai will not work for one day. Are you telling me that it is only 50 years old?"

"Don't tell me this nonsense, the plane at 6 o'clock, I can't get the wine before 5:30, you can figure it out."

After that, Yuan Bao hung up the phone. Don’t look at him speaking coldly to the people on the phone, but when he raised his head to look at George Sheng, his voice was calm and a little more in awe, “Brother Sheng, I’m afraid of doing things over there. I’m not safe, I’ll go back to the courtyard first and find two other bottles on top."

George Sheng was not in a hurry. He seemed to think that the pimple soup in the bowl was done well. He ate another spoonful, and then calmly said: "There should be two bottles of aged Maotai in the house. It is almost the same in less than 80 years. , You go get it."

Yuan BMW got up, Song Xi turned his head to look at George Sheng and asked, "Are you going to send Cheng Deqing off?"

George Sheng said ‘um’, and Yuan Bao pushed the chair back under the table, and he was about to leave.

Song Xi said, "Wait first."

Yuan Bao stopped and looked at her, but Song Xi looked at George Sheng and said: "Don't give away wine. Cheng Deqing has a poor heart in the past two years. People with heart disease generally don't recommend drinking."

George Sheng was still not willing to put down the porcelain spoon, holding the spoon in his hand, he turned his head to Song Xi at the end of the table, and said, "Then what do you suggest to give it?"

Song Xi said, "Biluochun, it's better for older people to drink tea than wine."

George Sheng didn't even have any doubts, and directly said to Yuan Bao: "Go home and tell my mother to take Biluochun. She knows which box to take."

Yuan Bao nodded and left.

There were only two of them left in the dining room for an instant. Song Xi lowered his head to eat in silence, but couldn't help but wonder, George Sheng believed her so?

"You can cook, why don't you pretend to be nothing when you go to my house?"

George Sheng suddenly opened his mouth while eating. When Song Xi was with him, a string would be stretched in his heart, and she instinctively stood up for defense. When she heard his voice, her first reaction was to panic, but It's not scary to be nervous.

After half a beat, she replied aloud: "It's just pimple soup, I can only make this." Is it possible that when Jiang Jiayi is performing sweet and sour fish and various difficult dishes, will she have a pimple soup? Is it a dish or a meal?

George Sheng said, "It's done very well, much better than what you did last night."

His golden words were a rare compliment. Song Xi couldn't tell whether he should be happy or grateful. He was still a few seconds late and whispered, "If you taste it, eat more."

After this sentence, there was silence for a while, and Song Xi mechanically delivered the pimple soup to his mouth, trying not to recall the taste, just to fill his stomach.

George Sheng, a few meters away on the left, said, "Do you know both the Qi family and the Lan family?"

Song Xi turned to look at George Sheng and asked, "Who is it?"

"Qi Cheng, Lan Yuzhou."

Song Xi said, "Isn't Qi Cheng the current CEO of the Qi family? I've heard it, I haven't seen it. I met Lan Yuzhou once a few years ago. What's wrong?"

George Sheng didn't look at Song Xi, stirring the pimple soup in the bowl, his thin lips closed together, and his voice was low and pleasant, saying, "This time I'm going to see Cheng Deqing in Minzhou, and they have a part too."

Song Xi didn't change her face, her beautiful eyes moved a little, and she immediately understood the smell.

When George Sheng went to find Cheng Deqing, it must be more than just a visit. In all likelihood, he would ask for something, but now there are Qi Cheng and Lan Yuzhou. It seems that the three are competing.

The Qi family is a pure merchant, and its various industries are spread all over the country, and no one knows it in Yecheng.

The Lan family has a military background. Although Lan Yuzhou was engaged in business, his grandfather was the founding father of the country, and his uncles and elders also held important positions in various military regions.

When George Sheng is here, Man Yecheng is a household name. This is a two-course master.

People from these three backgrounds gathered together, and it was enough for the theater behind the overpass to talk about three days and three nights. Song Xi wanted to laugh, but of course she resisted it.

With a serious expression, she said aloud: "Neither the Qi family nor the Lan family are ordinary people. If you want to win, you need to work hard."

George Sheng said: "Yes, so I need your help."

Song Xi thought of what George Sheng had said to her last night, and she replied aloud: "When I was very young, my dad showed me the process of Deqing, but I didn’t have a deep impression. Now my dad is inside. I don't know if he will give my dad this face."

George Sheng said: "It depends on how deep your dad's friendship with Cheng Deqing is, and how you communicate with Cheng Deqing."

Song Xi understands that the transaction is a mutually beneficial thing. George Sheng provides an opportunity for her to meet Cheng Deqing himself, but what she has to do is not only ask Song Yuanqing, but also help George Sheng win him until he wants. Something you want.

"I don't know what you are going to talk about." Song Xi said softly.

George Sheng said: "You don't need to know the specifics. You are the person I brought. As long as Cheng Deqing gives you face, it will naturally benefit me."

When Song Xi heard this, he was suddenly stressed.

Before, she personally promised to George Sheng that the two could be a partnership relationship. Now that she has been raising soldiers for dozens of days, she will have to come in handy. If she doesn’t work with this knife, maybe George Sheng will take it after returning. She abandoned it, so what can I do if her old Song is inside?

This is a series of things that affects the whole body and cannot let her decide.

Song Xi has a particularly obvious feeling. Now she and George Sheng are sitting in the same boat. It can’t be said that they are both on the same boat, but the person at the helm is not her. To put it bluntly, she is just him. A convenient tool of, easy to use, keep, not easy to use, will be lost at any time.

George Sheng had many choices, but Song Xi had only one. Do things for him well, which is good for him and only good for himself.