Life With You

The car drove all the way back to Cuicheng Mountain and parked in the courtyard of the villa. The driver came down and drove the door. George Sheng came out holding Song Xi. The temperature at night was nearly 20 degrees below zero. George Sheng gave Song Xi the coat, and he wore a thin one. The driver hurried forward to open the door with the key in his white shirt. George Sheng's long legs came in handy at a critical moment, and he stepped into the hall in a few steps.

"Brother Sheng, is there anything else I need to do?" the driver asked.

George Sheng said, "No, you can go."

The driver put down the keys and closed the door for George Sheng. After changing shoes, George Sheng carried Song Xi up to the third floor, put her on the bed, took off her high heels, and then took off her coat.

The coat lifted the hem of her cheongsam. In the darkness, Song Xi's two slender thighs were exposed. George Sheng paused, then lifted the quilt to cover her body. Song Xi was not heavy, but from the yard to The distance on the third floor is not short, so there is still a bit of heat under George Sheng's shirt.

In the dead of night, lonely man and widow, somehow, George Sheng suddenly appeared in the fitting room, she was sitting on his lap, holding his face, and kissing him through the thumb.

Even with his fingers, he was confused and infatuated at the time, and at this moment, he inexplicably wanted to know how her lips would taste without the thumb.

Standing by the bed, she looked at the person under the quilt. Song Xi closed her eyes, apparently dead drunk.

The Adam's apple rolled slightly, and George Sheng's heart was fierce. He didn't want to admit that he was being slapped, let alone being in a state of unconsciousness.

He was staring at her without blinking. In the quiet room, there was a cell phone ringing. Song Xi was originally asleep, but his brows were frowned by the noise.

Alcohol made her feel heavy. She opened her eyes slightly after exhausting all her strength. In a daze, she saw a figure standing in front of the bed. The man was holding the phone, and the light on the phone screen illuminated his face. George Sheng.

Song Xi felt that the ringtone was very noisy and wanted him to turn it off, but couldn't speak. Fortunately, George Sheng hesitated for a moment and went out with his mobile phone. The roots of his ears were finally quiet. Song Xi closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Opening her eyes again is three poles in the sun. Song Xi's alarm clock must go from week to Saturday. It does not ring on Sunday. She rarely sleeps until she wakes up naturally. She moved her body and became sore and weak, and her head was like a lead.

Reaching out to rub his eyes, he found that he was still wearing a red agate ring. Song Xi was slightly taken aback, then lifted the quilt and looked inside. She was wearing a wine-red velvet cheongsam.

For more than five seconds, Song Xi's mind went blank, as if it had been fragmented. She tried hard to recall, but she could only vaguely remember some fragments. For example, she and George Sheng entered the small dark room, as if... she kissed him, right?

Full of regret, Song Xi frowned and closed her eyes. Since beating her at work, she has drunk only a handful of times, and she only has the chance to celebrate the birthday of the people close to her every year. Her wine is indeed not very good, according to Gu Dongxu and Han Chunmeng. She drank too much and just did it, she didn't talk secretly, and she was courageous, as if she had no need to live.

Song Xi really didn't remember what happened in the future, but she was not ashamed to ask George Sheng for a kiss. It was enough for her to jump in the Yellow River ten times.

It's useless to regret, Song Xi got out of bed, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and then plucked up the courage to go down to the second floor, planning to ask George Shengjing to plead guilty.

The door of the master bedroom on the second floor was not closed. Song Xi stood at the door and tentatively called out, "George Sheng?"

No one answered, Song Xi said, "I'm here."

Stepping inside, turning around the corner, Song Xi looked intently. There was no one in the room. This was not what surprised her the most. What was surprising was that the bed was neatly laid out, as if she had never slept... Could it be that, George Sheng did not live at home last night?

No, she opened her eyes and saw George Sheng's coat on the sofa in her room, and she was clearly back.

Standing in George Sheng's room, Song Xi was puzzled for a moment, but immediately relieved, whether he is away, so as not to be embarrassed, it can be a while.

But Song Xi didn't expect that this "drag" would be three days without seeing him.

In three days, George Sheng never came back. Song Xi was embarrassed and didn't take the initiative to call. Until one day when she came back from get off work at night, she happened to encounter Yuan Bao coming out of the villa with her beautiful eyes slightly picked. Song Xi took the initiative to say hello. :"Ingots?"

Yuan Bao saw Song Xi, the accident in his eyes disappeared, and then he said as usual: "It's off work."

Song Xi looked at the duffel bag in Yuan Bao's hand, with a questioning expression in his eyes.

Yuan Bao said, "Brother Sheng, get something."

Song Xi asked: "Did George Sheng go to another place?"

The ingot nodded without changing his face, "Yes."

Song Xi secretly said that he had to see a figure without saying hello. He felt dissatisfied for a moment, but immediately comforted himself. Where George Sheng went, there was indeed no need to report to her.

Thinking of this, Song Xi suppressed the depressed mood, and only asked aloud, "Is there anything urgent?"

Yuan Bao smiled: "It shouldn't be in a hurry."

Song Xi also curled her lips and said subconsciously, "That's good."

His car was parked outside and it hadn't turned off. He seemed to be anxious to leave. Song Xi didn't talk to him for too long. They said a few words to say goodbye. Song Xi walked forward, and after walking a few steps, he twisted. The body said: "That's right."

Yuan Bao turned to look at her, and Song Xi said, "Tell the people around him to prepare honey, water and milk. You also know the fruits."

Yuan Bao answered: "Okay."

Song Xi smiled and turned and walked towards the door of the villa.

Yuan Bao looked at Song Xi's back, his smile narrowed, and his eyes were meaningful.

George Sheng is not in Night City. Song Xi's life is still going on as usual. Every day she opens her eyes to go to work, but she doesn't have to rush home because she is alone when she comes home.

Gu Dongxu worked overtime, and Han Chunmeng didn’t want to cook alone. He made an appointment with Song Xi to eat hot pot. The atmosphere of hot pot in winter was the best. There was a lot of people in the hot pot restaurant. Han Chunmeng rolled his sleeves and said while eating: "You are all day today. Inside the operating room, I didn’t know there was a big gossip outside."

Song Xi lowered his head and stirred the sauce in the bowl, and asked casually, "What gossip?"

Han Chunmeng said enthusiastically: "It came from the pediatrics department, saying that Ren Shanshan, who has a background, was acting as a demon again today, quarreling with a little nurse, and cursing others in public with a poor look, and the total amount is less than one. Thousands of dollars, the little nurse told her what is so great about being rich. Guess what she said? She said that being rich is great. She let whoever she wants to stay, and whoever she wants to go. It's a challenge. Let the little nurse leave Xiehe. You said that this world is really big and there are all kinds of birds."

Song Xi said indifferently: "The days of suffering are yet to come."

Han Chunmeng raised his eyes to look at Song Xi: "What are you thinking about? He looked absent-minded."

Song Xi responded casually, but what he thought was that George Sheng hadn't shown up for a week.