Life With You

After Song Xi went out for a few minutes, the dishes on the table in the private room had changed a lot. The eye-catching "Fire Dragon Spit Bead" was taken away, and any other dishes related to snakes were removed and replaced with popular dishes that northerners would easily accept. .

Song Xi took her seat, and there was a delicate rose-colored dessert directly opposite, which was pleasing to the eye.

Of course, it is impossible for George Sheng to order this for her. Yuan Bao is used to doing things. When she was away, he had persuaded George Sheng not to look at the face of the monk to see the face of the Buddha. Anyway, Song Xi helped a lot this time, man. Don't be knowledgeable with women.

So George Sheng didn't say a word at this moment. It was considered a face to Yuanbao. The three of them ate together. If he pulled his face, no one would have to eat.

Similarly, Song Xi was very winked. Seeing that all the snake-related dishes on the table had been removed, she took the initiative to say: "I'm sorry just now. I was a little afraid of snakes, so I didn't pay attention, so I was shocked. Eat, don’t influence you to eat because of me."

George Sheng didn't answer the question, he was like this, protecting his shortcomings.

Yuan Bao likes to eat snakes. I didn't eat it now because of Song Xi. George Sheng still complained secretly.

Yuan Bao smiled and said, "It's okay. In fact, we didn't really want to eat, because it is the characteristic of Bazhou, so we served some."

Song Xi was accustomed to all kinds of scenes, and she also understood that Yuan Bao was specially looking for her to step down. She took the initiative to pick up the wine glass in her hand, smiled sincerely at Yuan Bao, and then set her eyes on George Sheng’s face, even though she felt somewhat Reluctantly, but she still looked as usual and said, "Thank you for taking me to Panzhou. I wish you a smooth new project in advance."

George Sheng didn't deliberately embarrass her. He picked up the wine glass in his hand, and the three of them were far away. They all just got a bit of fun and took a drink.

The waiter knocked on the door from time to time to come in and take the food, the table was full of delicacies, and the three of them were taciturn to eat.

George Sheng also raised a cup in the middle and said to Song Xi: "This time it went so smoothly. You can't do it. If you need help in the future, even if I can help, I won't refuse."

One yard goes to one yard. The thing just now is over. George Sheng was still very sincere when he said this.

Song Xi understood that George Sheng recognized the cooperative relationship between the two.

Toasting, she replied aloud: "I will."

The last thing you need at this kind of moment is politeness. She and George Sheng are not friends at all, and mutual benefit has been made.

Bihai Chaosheng has been keeping this private room for George Sheng since it was opened for business a few years ago. Even if George Sheng is not in Bazhou, even if the backstage guests come, they will never make it difficult for the manager to enter this room.

The Qiao family in Yecheng, this is an indispensable topic for everyone to chat after dinner, but the people who can really come into contact with the Qiao family have clinging and fear to the Qiao family that ordinary people can't imagine.

At this time, Song Xi was sitting in the private room with the best scenery in the entire hotel, drinking thousands of red wines. It was like the sweet and pastry that everyone worked hard to curry, but she only understood it in her own heart. All glory depends on In exchange for its own value.

Of course she was not happy, but she was not too sad. After all, it was not George Sheng’s fault that she was in the situation today. He was even one of the victims from a certain point of view. So Song Xi had no reason to blame him. The best way to be comfortable is to cooperate and help each other instead of annoying each other.

Half an hour later, the three of them came out of the Pinjin Cave and saw Yuan Bao walking towards the driver's seat. Song Xi couldn't help but ask, "Do you want to drive?"

Yuan Bao turned his head to look at Song Xi, with a slight confusion in his eyes.

Song Xi reminded: "You just had a drink."

Before Yuan Bao could explain it, George Sheng already had a meaningful smile on his lips, and said with a slight scorn: "Yuan Bao, you just try who dares to catch your drunk driving."

After finishing speaking, I took the lead in the back seat.

Yuan Bao watched Song Xi still standing by the car. He explained patiently, "Miss Song, who is okay, I don't drink much. I will drive slowly later."

Song Xi couldn't say anything else, so he bent down and got into the car.

In the car, George Sheng leaned on his back and closed his eyes to rest. Song Xi stood up and carefully observed the road conditions at first. Whether he caught drunk driving is the second important thing, and safety is the most important.

But within ten minutes of watching, she gradually became tired, relaxing and leaning against the leather back seat.

It takes a while to get from the city to the suburbs. She slowly closed her eyes, confused, thinking of the dream she had this afternoon.

It's been a long time since I dreamed of him. The man in the dream was the face of George Sheng. Song Xijue's feeling made her feel better, better than seeing his face clearly.

Thinking of him, Song Xi couldn’t help feeling sad. It turned out that the feeling of heartache would still be very strong. It has been almost three years. She is still obsessed with it. She felt in her heart. When she was most sad, she wanted to let the master perform an operation for her, dig out her heart, and throw it away.

It was so quiet in the million-dollar luxury car, so quiet that Song Xi would have a guilty conscience even when she swallowed her saliva. She resisted the soreness in her throat and did not let herself cry.

The journey was speechless, until the car drove back to Chengzhai, got off the car and walked inside, Yuan Bao stayed on the first floor, Song Xi and George Sheng went up to the second floor.

Halfway through, she was thinking about whether to say it now, and then think about it again. If I don’t say it today, she will leave tomorrow. She probably has no chance. At the moment George Sheng stepped onto the second floor, Song Xi said aloud: "Can you do me a favor?"

George Sheng heard the words and turned to look at her.

Song Xi was a little embarrassed, but she didn't make a difference and said to herself: "I want to see my dad, can you help me figure out a solution?"

She would not ask George Sheng to make such a request if Song Xi was killed.

George Sheng was forced to marry her by Song Yuanqing. He already hated Wu Jiwu. Wouldn't it be boring if she asked him to help?

But now it's different. She did him a big favor, and he said it himself. If you have anything, you can call him.

After Song Xi asked, he stared at George Sheng's face, for fear of missing any subtle expressions on his face. After all, it's under the fence, always take care of the host's face.

George Shengjun's face was expressionless, making people unable to guess what he was thinking. After a few seconds of silence, he said, "I will try my best."

He didn't refuse, and Song Xi was overjoyed. To know that Song Yuanqing was reported by his real name, she hadn't seen him for more than three months, and even Cheng Deqing said he couldn't get in.

Almost happy, but for a moment I felt that there was nothing to be happy about this kind of thing, so the expression on Song Xi's face was a bit tangled for a while, as if she couldn't laugh or cry. One word, "Thank you."

George Sheng asked lightly: "Any other things?"

Song Xi shook his head, "No more."

He said: "When will you leave tomorrow? I will ask Yuanbao to book your ticket for you."

Song Xi replied, "No, I will order it myself."

George Sheng said ‘um’ before turning to the master bedroom.