Life With You

Cheng Deqing said warmly and generously: "What is not returned, you are like Qiqi, she called my grandfather, you called my grandfather, they are all her own children, if you have any difficulties, please tell me at any time, I can help Definitely help."

Song Xi smiled and said with red eyes, "Grandpa Cheng, I really appreciate you. In fact, Zhisheng said the same thing to you. He said that no matter what my dad will do in the future, he will support me and he will back me up, which is not good for me. Yes, he helped me get justice, treat me well, he helped me repay me."

When she said this, Song Xi's inner drama line was that Oscar owed her a golden figure, no, it was a lifetime performance achievement award. The most lie was that she even believed her.

Song Xi was really touched by tears in his eyes.

Cheng Deqing nodded and said several good words in succession, his eyes drooping slightly, he seemed to be thinking about something.

Song Xi had her own thoughts and plans. This clearly meant to stick gold on George Sheng, but she could put aside the inner core and think about it, why not stick gold on her own face?

To quote the outside world’s current evaluation of her, the desolate vice mayor’s daughter, and the desolate Phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken. During this time, Song Xi has personally felt the warmth of human feelings, so now she has to show her reserve strength in front of Cheng Deqing. She not only has Song Yuanqing, but also George Sheng.

Smart people always speak by analogy, Song Xi doesn't speak too directly, and some words stop at the point.

Cheng Deqing didn't ask any more, the two chatted, Song Xi finished a bowl of soup, Cheng Deqing let her rest, he went back first.

Song Xi helped him downstairs and drove him into the car. Cheng Deqing sat in the car and said to Song Xi: "You have a good rest. If you need to call Xiao Wang if you need to, after Zhi Sheng comes back, you let him come to me. On the next trip, I also have something to tell him."

Song Xi responded, and when he saw the car driving away, he turned back to the small building.

The sun was venomous outside, and Song Xi felt weak after standing for a minute. She felt a little more comfortable when she entered the cold air area. She looked at Yuan Bao not far away and said, "You call him to find Mr. Cheng."

After the play was over, Song Xi added in her heart.

Yuan Bao was on the first floor, and Song Xi held the handle up to the second floor. As soon as the door was closed, her eyes blushed.

Even Cheng Deqing couldn't inquire about Song Yuanqing's news. Could it be that it's really bad luck?

Song Xi shut herself in the bathroom and turned on the faucet. She was finally able to cry unscrupulously. When she cried very indulgently, she even thought of the excuse for jealousy, saying that her waist was too painful and she couldn't help it. Crying.

She is such a person, her self-esteem is higher than the sky, but for any shameless move, she must plan the necessary steps in advance.

When George Sheng came back, he first went into the master bedroom without seeing anyone, so he went to the guest bedroom on the second floor to look for her.

He didn't knock on the door, he pushed the door straight in. The guest bedroom was not as big as the master bedroom, and the spatial structure was not too complicated. He pushed the door and saw Song Xi lying motionless on the bed, with his hands folded on his stomach. , Eyes closed, it's not like sleeping, because no one sleeps so stiffly.

The whereabouts of the heart for a moment is an indescribable taste, George Sheng thought she...

Before the death word completely jumped out, Song Xi on the bed opened her eyes to herself, and met George Sheng at the door. The expressions on their faces were faint.

In the end, Song Xi spoke first, and she asked, "Is something wrong?"

Seeing that she was okay, George Sheng stepped in and sat on the sofa beside him, and asked unhurriedly, "How's the conversation?"

Song Xi said, "Cheng Deqing wants you to see him."

There was a flash in George Sheng's beautiful fox's eyes, which was lightly surprised, suspicious, playful, and even with a hint of admiration.

He rarely wanted to chat with her with interest, and asked, "What did you tell him?"

Song Xi did not look at him, still maintaining the weird and stiff posture in George Sheng's eyes, lying flat on the bed, her voice calmly replied: "I said you are my backing. Who treats me well, you will do for me. Repay."

George Sheng's eyebrows were slightly raised, and the color of admiration in his eyes was slightly thicker. He was determined not to praise her for what she said was good, even if he had this idea in his heart.

Song Xi's eyes made it clear that he had cried. It wasn't that he had cried silently before, but he had cried bitterly.

George Sheng glanced at her, then suddenly asked, "How is your father's business?"

Speaking of Song Yuanqing, Song Xi's hand on her belly trembles clearly. A few seconds later, she replied: "He can't help either."

After saying only five words, Song Xi felt that a huge boulder weighed on her chest. She couldn't breathe and wanted to cry in aggrieved situation.

But in front of George Sheng, even if she gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, she would never cry again.

George Sheng said nothing, no teasing, no comfort, as if he hadn't talked about this topic at all before, got up from the sofa, and he stepped out.

Song Xi closed her eyes and hot tears flowed down the corners of her eyes. She stretched her waist very straight so that she would not be involved in low back pain because of sobbing.

A few minutes after George Sheng left, someone knocked on the door of the room. Song Xi slowly opened his eyes. The door was not closed. She saw Yuan Bao standing at the door.

Sitting up with her arms supported, she asked softly, "Is there anything wrong?"

Yuan Bao walked in with a colorful glass bowl in his hand. After approaching, he put the bowl on the bedside table. He replied aloud: "Brother Sheng bought the cherries. He is out. You call me if you have something to do. I'm upstairs. under."

Song Xi glanced at the big bowl next to it, the colorful glaze color, filled with water-red big cherries, all full and attractive.

Feeling George Sheng actually went out to buy cherries, and he did a full set of dramas without any leakage.

After Yuan Bao left, Song Xi lay flat on the bed again. She was a doctor and knew that this posture was best for her waist, but she never ate the big cherries next to her pillow. The person who said she wanted to eat cherries was George Sheng, not her. .

I was in a bad mood. I thought that this time I came to Panzhou to see Cheng Deqing. It would help Song Yuanqing somehow. I didn't expect Cheng Deqing to be very enthusiastic, but he was silent about Song Yuanqing's problems.

Song Xi is not a fool either. Is it the people from Yecheng who are silent or Cheng Deqing who is silent? She probably knows in her heart that she knows that Song Yuanqing will not be able to retreat all over this time, but the facts push her back again and again. The road behind is getting less and less, where can she retreat?

Lying on the bed, Song Xi was full of thoughts and fell asleep without knowing it. When she opened her eyes again, she heard someone around him whispering, "Xie'er, Xi'er?"

Most of the people around Song Xi called her Xiaoxi, only one person happily called her Xi'er, and said that Huang Shiren would abduct her home. Song Xi was confused, as if he could not distinguish between dreams and reality. The name that had been recited thousands of times in my heart was almost called out.

But her eyes suddenly became clear. The face that stood in front of her was handsome, full of power and danger. Who else was it not George Sheng?

Song Xike was startled, and even snorted lightly.