Life With You

If George Sheng knew what Song Xi was thinking, he would be the first to die.

But he couldn't guess well, so he felt soft and took into account her feelings.

With his head turned around, George Sheng looked at Song Xi and said blankly: "What are you doing standing so far away? Push the wheelchair away."

After Song Xi realized, he stepped forward.

When she walked to him, George Sheng said very lowly: "I don't have any eyesight at all."

Song Xi lowered his gaze and rolled her eyes secretly; Jiang Jiayi was secretly jealous; Ren Lina looked at Song Xi and said indifferently, "Just let it go, and someone will clean it up later."

At first glance, Song Xi was like Cinderella who had fallen into her stepmother’s house. There was no one in Qiao’s family to see her. Of course, she didn’t get George Sheng’s "painful effort", only when he was going to the water and wanted Punish her for forced marriage.

Song Xi had known for a long time that there was no free lunch in this world. She dared to seek skin with tigers and had to endure the tiger's foul temper from time to time.

This whole process takes only ten or twenty seconds, but everyone present has different thoughts. Except for Qiao Dingxiang, he seems to be too old to notice or have no energy to take care of these things. Words.

Song Xi couldn't help but think of the outside world's evaluation of Qiao Dingxiang. He would be described as the person who covered the sky in Yecheng, and that he was the bridegroom every night, and Ren Lina was his third wife. , Just in the face of such a kind and non-destructive old man at the moment, people can't help but feel emotional, is it still enough for the old man?

Speaking of eating, Ren Lina sat next to Qiao Dingxiang, still holding his arm affectionately, and said with a smile: "Today's dishes are all made by Kay. I said last time that you like eating Buddha jumping over the wall. Kay will come early in the afternoon. I’m busy, and I have been simmering this dish for more than four hours."

Qiao Dingxiang nodded slightly, but didn't say anything.

Jiang Jiayi stood on the side, and said cleverly: "Aunt Ren, you are welcome, as long as Uncle Joe likes it."

Ren Lina raised her head to look at Jiang Jiayi, her mother-in-law looked at the daughter-in-law's charity smile.

Jiang Jiayi said: "Then you guys first have a chat, I'll go to the kitchen and have a look, and it will be fine soon."

Before leaving, she gently said to Song Xi, "Sit down, stop standing."

Song Xi didn't say a word, she had 10,000 urges in her heart to seize the door and flee. What kind of wicked thing she had done, God wanted her to endure this disgusting embarrassment.

While talking, George Sheng was already seated on the opposite sofa, and Song Xi was not happy to stand alone, otherwise what would happen to her? Qiao's maid?

Sitting next to George Sheng between the two, Song Xi began to silently recite "List of Teachers", thinking that she skipped reading all the way back then. There was no pressure on her in mathematics, physics and chemistry, and her English was okay. The only thing that had a headache was Chinese. She really wanted to translate the words in classical Chinese into modern Chinese.

She was in a serious trance. Ren Lina, who was on the other side of the sofa, was peeling oranges. Qiao Dingxiang suddenly said, "As for the hospital, when are you going to start construction?"

George Sheng said: "Next month on the sixth, there is one week left."

Qiao Dingxiang replied, "I will not go, and your uncle's children will pass by then."

George Sheng said: "Sister-in-law called me the day before yesterday and said she would come back."

Qiao Dingxiang was silent for a while, and then said: "You can greet them."

Song Xiben didn’t want to listen to other people’s daily routines. The key sentence of hospital attracted her attention instantly. She had just wondered what the hospital aspect was, but she quickly remembered that George Sheng went to Panzhou to find Cheng Deqing, not just to open up a land. The hospital.

It's only been more than a month, is it going to start?

As he was thinking, Jiang Jiayi and the nanny walked from the kitchen with their plates, and the former muttered: "It's time to eat, come and eat."

The Joe family is full of style.

Ren Lina immediately responded: "Kayi, you should sit down and rest. It's been a busy afternoon and someone will serve it."

Jiang Jiayi smiled and replied: "It's okay to Ren Auntie, I can't stay free, help."

George Sheng and Ren Lina were in charge of supporting Qiao Dingxiang. Song Xi stood by, unable to help either side. She was not without vision, but she had no identity and no qualifications.

George Sheng didn't even look at Song Xi. When passing by her, he whispered: "Go and help."

Song Xi walked towards the kitchen, and Ren Lina said to George Sheng, "It is also from the official family. What does she have more than Jiayi? If you don't raise your head and keep your eyes open, others will bring food to her. Come?"

Ren Lina made it clear that she had no scruples about Song Xi, and even deliberately asked her to hear it.

Song Xi's footsteps did not stop, but a faint ridicule evoked at the corner of her lips.

After she walked away, George Sheng helped Qiao Dingxiang sit down, and then said lightly, "Who told you to call Jiang Jiayi?"

Ren Lina replied with eyes full of disgust and unwillingness: "I just want her to retreat in the face of difficulties. Don't think that just taking a chicken feather can be used as an arrow. When our family wants to enter, enter?"

George Sheng still looked lukewarm, his tone unchanged, and said lightly: "You ask someone to play a good wife and mother, don't blame others for using her as a nanny."

Ren Lina glared at George Sheng angrily when she heard the words, but she didn't mean anything to him.

Song Xi just walked into the kitchen. Jiang Jiayi, who was instructing the chef to jump the steaming pot to the Buddha, immediately turned to look at her and said, "What are you doing?"

Song Xi didn't even look at her, but said to a servant of the Qiao family: "I'll serve the food."

Jiang Jiayi said: "It's just right, you take this over."

The chef put on heat-proof gloves and moved a large pot of Buddha off the steamer. Jiang Jiayi stood by with an instructive attitude.

Song Xi didn't bother to pay attention to her, walked over and took two other dishes, turned and walked out.

At the dining table, Qiao Dingxiang was sitting at the main seat, Ren Lina sitting at her lower right hand, George Sheng sitting at her lower left hand, Song Xi carrying the plate over, and before he could settle down, Ren Lina had already spoken, frowned and said, "Sweet and sour meat. Fang Zhisheng, don’t you know what he likes to eat?"

Nothing, Song Xi could only use a little force, then lifted the plate and placed it in front of George Sheng.

She was holding Coke chicken wings in her other hand. She thought that this was what George Sheng liked to eat. She wanted to put this dish in front of George Sheng. Just after the plate was put down, she heard from behind, "Zhi Sheng, don't move, be careful."

Song Xi turned her head and saw Jiang Jiayi wearing heat-resistant gloves and walking over with the huge soup cup. With so many places on the long table, she had to walk towards the place where the dishes were arranged.

The soup cup was not light. Jiang Jiayi carried it all the way, his arms were trembling slightly. At this moment, he was about to put it down, but there were all plates on the table. After Song Xi was taken aback, he immediately reached out and wanted to move out. At this moment, Jiang Jiayi couldn't hold it anymore, and the soup cup sank.

Song Xi's hand is directly under the soup cup. If it is pressed up, it can burn off her skin. Between the electric light and flint, George Sheng pulls Song Xi hard. She staggers and hits his hip bone against the back of his chair. .