Life With You

Song Xi didn't get herself drunk. After all, she still has classes to go to tomorrow morning. She is so restrained in this aspect that she is almost abnormal, not for anything else. It is just too face-to-face, unable to withstand the slightest professional stain, especially in her own strengths. , Do your best.

The three of them were eating and chatting, and it was just over three o'clock in a blink of an eye. Song Xi said aloud, "I'm leaving, and you two will go to bed earlier."

Han Chunmeng was not drinking well, raised his eyebrows dazedly and asked, "Are you still leaving? Sleeping here."

Song Xi said, "No, I didn't bring a change of clothes, and I can't wear it to the hospital tomorrow."

Han Chunmeng said, "I have, you can wear mine."

Song Xi joked: "I haven't wanted to go hip-hop recently."

Han Chunmeng's eyes were puzzled, "I don't laugh."

Gu Dongxu couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "You wear an XXL size, and she wears an S size, can you not laugh?"

Han Chunmeng raised his hand and gave Gu Dongxu all of a sudden, frowning and said, "Annoying, want you to say it?"

Gu Dongxu was wronged, why didn't she fight Song Xi to translate?

Song Xi insisted on leaving. Gu Dongxu sent her downstairs. He wanted to send her back, but how could Song Xi let him send it?

Standing on the side of the road and stopping the car, Gu Dongxu opened the rear door, handed her the cake box in his hand, and asked her to call him back home.

Song Xi waved to him, closed the door, and said to the driver, "Cuicheng Mountain."

The driver deducted the empty license plate and drove, Song Xi looked down slightly, staring at the cake box on his lap. Only a little bit of the cake was eaten, and most of it was left. When she left, she subconsciously said: "I will bring the cake back."

Apart from her, there was only George Sheng in Cuicheng Mountain. After saying this, Song Xi had to admit that she wanted to take it back to George Sheng, not for anything else, because of the bowl of dragon beard noodles at 12 o'clock.

After much deliberation, she still couldn't deceive herself, feeling that everything was a coincidence.

George Sheng is very weird on weekdays, but it is not so strange that it is nowhere to be found. For example, tonight, I suddenly asked her to make ten dishes and one soup and changed the lump soup to dragon beard noodles. There is only one kind. Maybe, it was a disguised form of celebrating her birthday, but she didn't say it straight.

Thinking of this, Song Xi couldn't tell what it was like in her heart. Of course she wouldn't regenerate his anger, but she felt... a little warm.

In fact, she is a person who is very grateful. If others treat her well, she will definitely find a way to return. Since he has celebrated her birthday, then she shouldn’t be awkward anymore and just ask him to eat a piece of cake. , Sticky and joyful.

Suddenly, Song Xi was in a good mood for no reason.

The taxi drove all the way back to Cuicheng Mountain Villa. It happened that Song Xi and George Sheng came back together. The private car and the taxi stopped each not far away. Song Xi gave the money to get off the car and walked forward.

Bentley opened the driver's seat, and a long figure came out from inside, but it was not George Sheng, but ingot.

Yuan Bao turned and opened the rear door, and George Sheng got out of the car after him.

When she looked up and saw Song Xi, Yuan Bao was a little surprised that she was not at home in the middle of the night. An accident flashed across her eyes, but her face was as usual, saying hello, "Miss Song."

Song Xi smiled, "It's such a coincidence, you just came back." Then, she took the initiative to pick up the pink cake box in her hand and invited, "Let's go in and eat a piece of cake."

Yuan Bao smiled and said, "Thank you, happy birthday."

Song Xi was about to speak when he suddenly heard George Sheng say: "If you want to celebrate, go out and celebrate. I'm sleepy."

As soon as he said this, Song Xi and Yuan Bao looked at him instinctively. George Sheng turned their backs to Song Xi. She couldn't see the expression on his face. She saw him walking towards the door of the villa without giving him any face.

Song Xi felt like he was slapped in the bottom of his heart. He stood still and couldn't advance or retreat. He didn't know what to say.

Yuan Bao quickly reacted. He took the words without changing his face. He smiled and said, "Brother Sheng drank a lot of wine at night, and he was too tired. Thank you Miss Song. I took it with you. You can go home and rest soon. ."

Song Xi stepped forward, smiled and passed the cake in her hand, and said, "Today my birthday, the cake only moved a little bit. If you don't dislike it, you can take it back to eat."

Yuan Bao was a little surprised, but he couldn't let it go. He took it with both hands, and he said, "Thank you."

Song Xi said, "I want to say thank you to you. This time has caused you a lot of trouble."

Yuan Bao said: "You're welcome, I should help Brother Sheng to deal with some minor problems for you."

Both of them knew that she thanked him not only for the aftermath, but for the usual care. He deliberately wrestled with George Sheng. Song Xi didn't say a word, nodded, turned and walked inside.

Yuan Bao looked at Song Xi’s back, and made it clear that he was looking at the man’s coat on her body. He almost couldn’t help but remind her. Anyway, she is now George Sheng’s nominal wife, and they are the same. Under the eaves, she didn't say anything when she came back in the middle of the night, and she was dressed upright in other men's clothes. How could she bear with someone's temper?

Looking down at the cake box in his hand, Yuan Bao sighed softly, forget it, don't be greedy, lest the two ends are not people, anyway, George Sheng just hates this kind of things, and doesn't care about Song Xi.

When Song Xi returned to the villa, George Sheng was already on the second floor. She endured it until she returned to the room before slowly exhaling a sigh of relief on her chest.

Just now she asked Yuan Bao to come in to eat the cake. Actually, she wanted to share it with George Sheng, but he embarrassed her in front of Yuan Bao. The feeling was no less than reaching out to slap her face, so she told her clearly. , This is his home, she has no right to speak.

Yuan Bao is very caring, but Song Xi really hurt her face. It was not the first time she was frustrated by George, but it was the first time she felt so angry that she wanted to cry.

She was kindly treated as a donkey, and she was crazy to think that a person like him had a kind side!

Song Xi persuaded herself not to cry, there was no need to shed tears for the unreasonable person, and ignore him in the future.

She would persuade herself best, who is George Sheng? What is the relationship between them? Why did she feel that the two of them could have a peaceful coexistence one day?

She has always been too idealistic. For people like him, she should have the initial judgment. It is okay to meet rarely, and there is no expectation and no harm.

Sitting on the side of the bed, Song Xi took a deep breath, trying to adjust her emotions, and suppressed a surge of inexplicable sadness.

She thought it would be fine if she figured it out, but at night, she turned off the light and lay in bed. She was obviously exhausted, but her nerves remained excited. When she closed her eyes, the scene of two people sitting in the kitchen eating noodles was always in her mind. She really didn't understand what he meant, hot and cold, turning her face faster than turning a book.

People like Song Xi who almost touched their pillows suffered from insomnia for the first time.

Having not slept all night, just after the day was polished, she got up to clean up, went out to the hospital, too lazy to be under the same roof as him.