Life With You

Hearing this, Song Xi loosened George Sheng's sleeves and raised his hand to cover the upper half of his face. He saw her gently curling the corners of her lips, and then all laughed mockingly: "Why are everyone unhappy?"

Even if it was a drunken remark, George Sheng still felt uncontrollable in his chest.

Song Xi... Is she really unhappy?

He knows that she has been trying hard to cater to her, she knows how cautiously she lives, and that she has suffered a lot of grievances many times, but she laughs most of the time, politely, politely, and sincerely. At that time, I saw a lot of smiles, and he actually thought she was quite happy.

There was a moment of silence, and George Sheng's thin lips opened: "I am happy today, you say what you want, I will try to satisfy you."

Song Xi's arms were still in front of her eyes, and her red lips closed together. She said aloud, "I want to turn time back."

George Sheng pursed his lower lip. For a moment he felt that she was looking for something, but he immediately heard the sadness in her words.

He said: "You're only twenty-six, what do you miss?"

After that, he thought of Song Yuanqing, and then said: "Your father's side, I will ask someone to look after him, so don't worry."

Song Xi's nose was sour, and he choked softly again: "I miss my dad."

George Sheng was silent for a while, and said in a very low voice: "At least you can see him."

There was only Song Xi's tapping sound in the fitting room. George Sheng shook his head for a while, or looked at Song Xi and said, "Don't cry, get up, isn't it embarrassing to go out later?"

Song Xi whispered back: "Hush, don't talk, I will sleep for a while."

George Sheng endured his temper, and said as quietly as possible: "Get up first, go back to sleep."

Song Xi ignored him at all, and George Sheng didn't respond when he patted her. He could only lean down, put his palm under her neck, and abruptly lift her up.

Song Xi was light and airy, and it was easy to lift up, but she was boneless and couldn't sit. With her eyes closed, she fell into his arms and hit his collarbone with pain.

George Sheng called her: "Song Xi?"

He knew the quality of Song Xi's sleep. When he said he was sleeping, he would go to bed. George Sheng got a hot potato in his hand. He didn't hold it or threw it. It hurts himself.

Outside the changing room, the other people were sitting on the sofa drinking and chatting. Huo Jiamin had already fallen asleep on the sofa. Chang Jingle glanced at his watch and said, "It's almost 20 minutes."

Tong Hao cast his eyes down and picked up the wine glass to drink.

Yuan Bao sat opposite, peeling the pistachios, one by one, and didn't eat it after peeling, as if passing the time.

Ruan Boyan also smiled meaningfully: "I'm really curious about what Zhisheng is doing there for so long."

Chang Jing said happily, "If you didn't pinch a little bit, it means you haven't been'busy' yet."

Ruan Boyan had a bigger smile on his face, and then looked at Yuan Bao: "Hey, do Zhi Sheng have a lot of personal contact with Song Xi on weekdays?"

Yuan Bao slowly raised his head: "I don't know."

Chang Jingle said: "You don't come here, you follow Zhisheng all the time, what is he doing, don't you know?"

Yuan Bao calmly replied: "I have been with you today, and Brother Sheng came later. I don't know what he is doing during this time."

After that, he added another sentence: "We don't sleep together. What is he doing with the door closed at night, how would I know?"

Chang Jingle was not firm, and immediately leaned back: "Yes."

Ruan Boyan said with interest: "Song Xi, is not a simple character."

Several people sat on the sofa and chatted with each other. In the middle of the way, Chang Jingle had to listen to the wall several times, but Yuan Bao stopped him.

The door of the changing room took a full half an hour to open. When the door rang, Tong Hao immediately raised his eyes and looked over.

I saw George Sheng, wearing military pants, leather boots and a white shirt, stepped out, still holding the person in his arms. The man was wrapped in the black jacket that George Sheng had come, showing only a short half of his calf and high heels.

Upon seeing this, the expressions of the people on the sofa changed slightly and were a little surprised.

George Sheng walked over without expression, Tong Hao and Yuan Bao both stood up, but the former was worried about Song Xi, while the latter looked at George Sheng.

George Sheng said lightly: "She drank too much, I will send her back."

Chang Jingle looked into George Sheng's arms. Song Xi's face was mostly covered by the collar of his coat, only his forehead was exposed. He winked his eyebrows and silently lip-shaped, indicating what George Sheng did to Song Xi.

George Sheng's eyes were cold, and he was too lazy to pay attention to him. He only said to Yuan Bao: "Don't send me."

After that, he turned and walked out holding Song Xi. Yuan Bao followed the past and opened the door. Chang Jingle laughed and said, "Have you seen it, Zhisheng's shirt on his chest is wrinkled."

Ruan Boyan chuckled softly: "Is this the trick?"

Tong Hao's face was sullen, and he didn't say a word at first. After a while, he raised his head and asked unintentionally, "Did Brother Sheng and the woman completely break?"

Hearing this, Chang Jingle and Ruan Boyan looked at the same time, with different faces.

Chang Jingle said, "I don't know if it's bye. Anyway, I haven't seen it in Yecheng for two years. I said I went to Oxford to study."

Ruan Boyan said: "I don't understand what's going on between them, he doesn't say anything, but he doesn't want to look for it again..." When he said that, he paused, and then said: "Except for Jiamin, Song Xi is still the two. The only person in Nian who can get close to him, otherwise I would say it is unusual."

Tong Hao did not smile, his eyes were serious and asked: "Does he like Song Xi?"

Ruan Boyan looked back at Tong Hao, smiling, "What are you doing? Do you like Song Xi?"

Tong Hao hesitated for a moment: "Well, I think she is quite interesting."

Chang Jingle also looked at Tong Hao: "Really?"

Tong Hao was noncommittal, but drank his drink with his head up.

"Then why didn't you stop a little bit?" Chang Jingle said.

Tong Hao put down his wine glass, lit a cigarette, and eloquently said: "Brother Sheng met first. If he likes it, I won't touch it."

Yuan Bao sent George Sheng and Song Xi into the car. After returning, he just heard Tong Hao's words and walked over, Yuan Bao said nothing.

Sure enough, Chang Jingle asked him again: "Yuan Bao, does Zhi Sheng like Song Xi?"

Yuan Bao leaned on the sofa, lazily with reason: "I don't know."

Chang Jingle frowned lightly and sizzled: "You are still silent with us."

Yuan Bao said: "I can only guess what Brother Sheng is thinking about. If you think he's okay, you will discuss with me who he likes and who he doesn't like."

Chang Jing said happily, "What do you guess?"

Yuan Bao said: "Half and half, either you like it or you don't like it."

Chang Jing Lebai glanced at him, saying it was the same as not saying it.

To Tong Hao, who sat down, asked: "You are more familiar with Song Xi, does she like anyone?"

There were no outsiders present, Yuan Bao said aloud: "I only know that she had a relationship before, and her boyfriend was still a policeman, so I didn't know how to distinguish it later."

Tong Hao asked again: "What is it called?"

Yuan Bao said: "It seems that the surname is Shen. I didn't pay attention to the specific name, but I checked it before. That person is not in Night City now and I don't know where he has gone."