Life With You

George Sheng didn't stay in the guest room for a long time. He told Ren Ruizhong to rest. He got up and walked out. Ren Lina came out with him. George Sheng asked, "Where is Xiaowen?"

Hearing that, Ren Lina frowned and said in a low voice: "In the room, this child is really getting less and less sensible. The family is here. Ask her to come out for less than two minutes. She said hello and left. I haven't learned anything good outside these years."

George Sheng turned around and went to the room where Qiao Aiwen was, and knocked on the door: "It's me."

"Comein."

George Sheng opened the door and walked in, turning the blind corner, and saw Qiao Aiwen lying on the bed, holding a mobile phone in her hand. On the screen was a string of foreign phone numbers. Maybe she didn't get through, so she turned off the phone angrily.

George Sheng asked as he walked in, "Where is it uncomfortable?"

Qiao Aiwen turned over and lay flat on the bed, her long black hair spread out, and her beautiful and heroic face was full of mockery: "It's comfortable everywhere, just don't bother to watch someone acting."

After all, without waiting for George Sheng to answer, she asked herself: "Have you cured your uncle's illness?"

George Sheng sat on the sofa and said with a faint expression: "Don't follow along."

Qiao Aiwen said with a face full of dissatisfaction and disdain: "I've heard of people who are difficult to make money before, but this time I saw people who are difficult to make money. What do you say to see mom, sit there, who is not talking about your own home? Those messy things?"

Qiao Aiwen’s eyes suddenly turned red as she talked and said, “Now that we two have no dad and mom no husband, who is sad in our hearts? They said one by one as if the sky had fallen in their home. Didn't you take the opportunity to beg you to do something? Mom is also stupid. When the uncle said that she was uncomfortable, she immediately called you and said nothing!"

Tears slid down the corners of her eyes, Qiao Aiwen couldn't help it. She couldn't tell whether she was holding her breath more or feeling wronged.

George Sheng picked up the tissue box on the coffee table, got up and went to the bed, took two sheets and handed them to her: "You don't know if you see it through, but you didn't know it today. What's so angry?"

Qiao Aiwen wiped her tears and looked at George Sheng with red eyes and said, "Don't look at what time it is now? If he wasn't my elder, I really want to say something, what is it!"

George Sheng sat on the edge of the bed, lit a cigarette, took a sip, and said, "Mom feels uncomfortable. You can follow her whenever she wants to, and don't fight her when she comes back."

That's right, George Sheng didn't look at the face of the monk to see the face of the Buddha. Similarly, Ren Ruizhong also knew this truth, so the matter was handled through Ren Lina.

Qiao Aiwen didn't know what she thought of, and she burst into tears of grievance. She covered her face with a tissue, and the room was full of her forbearing choking.

With distressed and helpless eyes in George Sheng's eyes, he raised his hand and rubbed the top of Qiao Aiwen's head for a long time, and said softly: "Don't cry, Dad is not here, and I will follow."

Qiao Aiwen couldn't help trembling all over, and a few seconds later she turned over, put her face on George Sheng's legs, hugged his waist, curled her legs, buried her face on him and cried.

George Sheng was just like when she was a child, silently guarding her side, waiting for her to vent.

Five minutes later, Qiao Aiwen covered her face and raised a hand. George Sheng took a tissue and handed it to her. She then moved her face away from him and blow her nose.

George Sheng didn't look down, but said lightly: "Pay me a new one."

Qiao Aiwen lay flat on his lap, took another piece of paper to wipe her tears, and replied in a dull voice, "I will pay you 100 pieces...it's not black, can you wear it?"

George Sheng said, "You can try."

Qiao Aiwen’s nose is blocked, and she feels her voice suffocating on top of her head when she speaks, buzzing: "Dad used to complain about you old fashioned, especially once he wore the pink sweater I bought for him. He didn’t say he was so foreign and unhappy. Go out with you."

As she said, she curled her lips, but tears flowed out uncontrollably.

George Sheng whispered: "Dad spoils you the most, not to mention the pink sweater. Whatever you buy for him will be a treasure."

Qiao Aiwen closed her eyes with heartache and picked up a tissue to cover her face.

George Sheng said: "Actually, he also has a set in front of him. When you are in front of you, he says he is not willing to go out with me. In front of me, he always asks me to go out for dinner and play basketball. One time the ingot was worn. All in black, he told Yuan Bao that you look good if you wear a Zhisheng." Speaking of it, it seems to be yesterday, but now Qiao Dingxiang is no longer there.

The two brothers and sisters have been reminiscing, even though these memories are so good that it hurts to heart, but only in this way, they feel that Qiao Dingxiang is closer to them.

Qiao Aiwen cried and laughed, but George Sheng always maintained the same tone and expression. He was used to burying a lot of thoughts and emotions.

After a long time, when Qiao Aiwen calmed down, she turned over and sat up, facing George Sheng, "Mom told me that you were forced to marry. Now that Dad is gone, Song Yuanqing's handle is half-waste, you There is always a way to deal with the aftermath, you don't need to get used to them anymore, just leave if you want to, and don't suffer from their wretchedness!"

George Sheng said: "You don't understand, leave it alone."

Qiao Aiwen frowned: "Why don't I understand? They can't bully you! If you are embarrassed to talk to Song Xi, I will go."

George Sheng looked at Qiao Aiwen and said calmly, "My relationship with Song Xi is not what you think."

Qiao Aiwen looked suspicious: "What is it like?"

George Sheng said: "We are friends."

Qiao Aiwen is still very surprised. After all, there are not many people who can be called friends by George Sheng, and she said afterwards: "No wonder you let her go to the funeral."

A few seconds after the voice fell, Qiao Aiwen thought of something and asked aloud: "But now you introduce her to your family, what should you do when you divorce in the future? Isn't it troublesome?"

When George Sheng heard the words, a flash of black eyes flashed quickly, but he concealed it well.

His thin lips opened, and his voice calmly said, "As long as you don't trouble her."

Qiao Aiwen pouted angrily: "I'm telling you, her trouble is still behind."

George Sheng looked at her carefully, and Qiao Aiwen said: "Listen to what mom said, she never regarded Song Xi as a daughter-in-law, and now you say that you are friends, then there is no marriage relationship between friends? In the future, whether in love or marriage, she will find her, and you will find you."

George Sheng asked: "What do you want to say?"

Qiao Aiwen said: "Mom is looking for a new wife for you. It is said that the daughter of Haicheng Vice City's former daughter named Song Xi was a mess."

George Sheng finally frowned on the iceberg face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, and a trace of impatience appeared in his eyes.

Seeing this, Qiao Aiwen stretched out her hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Brother, you really should find a partner, if you didn't know that you had been in love before..." Qiao Aiwen didn't finish her words, but her expression was already He betrayed his mind and obviously suspected that he had some hidden illness.

George Sheng flashed his shoulder, avoided her hand, and gave her a symbolic threat.