Life With You

"I see. When I meet Cheng Deqing, I will try my best to speak for you."

Song Xi put down these words and turned to leave.

Upon seeing this, George Sheng said, "Are you going to meet Cheng Deqing directly?"

Song Xi raised his eyes to look at him, her eyes revealed: Otherwise?

George Sheng looked at her, a few seconds later, suddenly asked: "How is the waist?"

Song Xi was stunned. He didn't expect him to ask this suddenly. She just wanted to say that it was okay, but she didn't say anything yet. She suddenly understood what he meant.

Ten minutes later, Wang Qingbin drove and appeared under the small building. Yuan Bao was waiting at the door. The door opened. Not only Wang Qingbin but also a man carrying a medicine box came down.

The two hurriedly walked inside. Wang Qingbin looked at Yuan Bao and asked, "Is Miss Song's waist serious again?"

Yuan Bao answered, "Thank you, the doctor, please go up and have a look."

The three of them went upstairs together, Yuan Bao knocked on the door of the master bedroom, and heard George Sheng say "come in", the three dared to push the door and walk in.

Before I saw anyone, I heard George Sheng's soft voice, "Don't cry, the doctor will be here right away and let someone help you see."

While talking, the three of them turned around the side wall and looked forward.

On the side of the big bed, Song Xi was lying on her knees with an air-conditioned blanket, and George Sheng sat beside her, frowning and worried.

Upon seeing this, Wang Qingbin hurriedly said, "Mr. Qiao, the doctor brought it."

George Sheng got up from the bed, his brows still solemn, and said, "Trouble you, Brother Wang."

Wang Qingbin quickly replied: "It's no trouble, let the doctor help Ms. Song to see, if it's serious, send it to the hospital immediately, and the car is below."

George Sheng said ‘um’ when the doctor had already come to the bed, put down the medicine box, and said politely: “Miss Song, I’ll check it for you.”

Song Xi's face was buried between her arms. Everyone couldn't see the expression on her face, but with a painful voice, she said, "Okay."

The doctor lifted the air-conditioning blanket and pressed Song Xi's waist with his hand, "Does it hurt here?"

"pain."

"What about here?"

"Ok."

Song Xi’s pain was not pretended, it was really painful. In the course of communicating the cause of the disease with the doctor, she naturally did not mention the fact that she slept on the sofa last night, but she also knew that her old waist, occupational disease, and the workload were too much every day. If you stand for too long, doctors have more or less spine and shoulder problems.

The discussion among colleagues was even more concise. The doctor also concluded that Song Xi's relapse was an old disease. There was no good cure, because the disease was accumulated over the years, and the pain was so painful that he could only prescribe two painkillers.

"Miss Song's low back pain is quite serious. You can rest as much as you can without walking in the past two days. It would be better if someone around you can massage. Effective massage can also relieve low back pain."

The doctor looked at George Sheng and said, after all, his woman, the doctor is a man, but he dare not give Song Xi a massage in front of George Sheng.

Sure enough, George Sheng said: "I'll help her press, what else needs to be paid attention to, you will also tell me."

The doctor said that Song Xi could not sleep on a too soft bed, and could not stretch or exercise vigorously.

As George Sheng listened, he helped Song Xi cover the blanket, rubbing her waist with his big hand across the blanket.

Such a scene fell in the eyes of the caring people, naturally it was that George Sheng felt distressed for Song Xi.

Yuan Bao sent Wang Qingbin and the doctor downstairs. When the door was closed, George Sheng's hand also left Song Xi's waist. He got up and walked aside. He really knew his acting and reality very well.

Song Xi lifted his face from his arm, turned his head to find him, and asked aloud, "Will Cheng Deqing come?"

George Sheng said lukewarm: "Then it depends on how many catties you have."

Song Xi didn't look away and got down again.

According to her, she is a junior, and of course she wants her to go to Cheng Deqing in person, but what George Sheng said is unreasonable. She takes the initiative and takes the initiative with others, always doing things, and acting like this is just right. You can test Song Xi’s weight in Cheng Deqing’s heart. If Cheng Deqing can’t come, even if Song Xi takes the initiative to look for it, he should not agree or agree. So to put it bluntly, everyone is not 100% sure, just Can throw a stone first and ask for directions.

Song Xi was lying on the bed for a while. This position was uncomfortable, so she slowly propped up her arms and twisted her waist, changing from lying on her stomach to lying flat.

George Sheng was sitting on the sofa a few meters away, holding the book of "The Officialdom" in his hand. The room was quiet, and the temperature was the most comfortable for the human body under the constant temperature air conditioner. No matter what kind of sun is outside the glass, it won’t be hot. To the people in the room.

Song Xi was a little sleepy, but couldn't sleep. She was thinking about things in her heart. She didn't know if Cheng Deqing would come. If she really didn't come, what should she do next?

Just waiting like this, time passed by, and almost an hour and forty minutes later, George Sheng's cell phone rang, he connected, and Song Xi heard him say, "Okay."

Just a word, hung up the phone, he got up and walked towards the bed.

Song Xi asked: "What's wrong?"

George Sheng said, "Cheng Deqing is here."

At the moment when he heard this, Song Xi didn’t know whether he was happy or nervous. George Sheng had already sat down on the bed. Song Xi knew that the second scene was about to hit the board again, and she immediately entered the state, enduring the pain she had originally endured. Write to the face.

Not long after, someone knocked on the door, and Yuan Bao's voice came from outside: "Brother Sheng, Mr. Cheng is here."

George Sheng went to open the door in person. When Cheng Deqing turned the corner, he saw Song Xi leaning on his waist to get out of bed. He leaned on a cane and said in his mouth: "Don’t go down, lie down, how about Make it like this?"

Song Xi couldn't afford to lose weight. She smiled on her slightly tired face and greeted her: "Grandpa Cheng, why are you here? I'm fine."

"It's okay, Xiao Wang told me, he said you were uncomfortable when you went out in the morning, why didn't you tell me? It won't be easy to see you get out of bed."

Song Xi always smiled, trying to minimize the serious illness.

Yuan Bao originally wanted to move Cheng Deqing a chair, but Song Xi refused to let him go and had to talk to the sofa. After all, Cheng Deqing is also a person with great power. It is affectionate to come to see her actively, but she can't be too much. If she is lying down and talking to Cheng Deqing, what is going on?

In fact, it is not difficult to see from this small detail that Song Xi is a sensible, George Sheng understands, Cheng Deqing naturally knows better.

When he got to the sofa, Song Xi asked Cheng Deqing to sit first. She and George Sheng sat across from him. Wang Qingbin put down a thermos pot. Cheng Deqing said, "Let the kitchen step up and cook the soup for you. The doctor doesn't say you can only rely on raising your waist. I have drunk soup the most in Bazhou over the years, and I really support people."

Song Xi was full of apologies and gratitude, "Grandpa Cheng, I'm so embarrassed, I will come to see you and I will trouble you."

Cheng Deqing put the crutches aside, patted his thigh with his hand, and replied aloud: "What are you talking about? You come to my place as if you are going back to your own home. It hurts too much for your child, you If Dad sees you like this, don’t mention how uncomfortable it is."