Life With You

Song Xi's physical recovery ability is still very strong. After one injection, she took the medicine last night before going to bed. She woke up in the morning and was in a good mood. He cooked a pot of pimple soup for George Sheng before leaving.

There is no need to go to the hospital to work today. Song Xi thought about going to see Song Yuanqing at the end of the month. What should I bring him? Take advantage of the time, go to the mall and go around.

She was not named Han Chunmeng because Han Chunmeng was on day shift today.

After entering the mall, Song Xi went to a few men's clothing stores and picked out a shirt, pants, shoes, and belt for Song Yuanqing.

Song Yuanqing is a man who is devoted to work. In life, he can almost be described as rough. His life assistant can't control him, so he always asks Song Xi to buy some necessary things for Song Yuanqing.

Although Song Yuanqing is not in the position now, Song Xi still hopes that he is decent and decent. Isn't it just a hard job? What if he doesn't do it? Ended up leisurely.

Carrying six or seven shopping bags, Song Xi was strolling around, and suddenly saw a newly opened Wenwan tea set in front of her. Song Xi had no hobbies in her life, except for fishing and drinking tea. Song Xi could not buy it for him. A fishing rod was sent in. Although she brought him a tea set last time, she still wanted to pick another one.

It's like a father loves his daughter and wants to give her all the dolls in the world, and vice versa. Now Song Xi wants to offer Song Yuanqing to him, how he can be happy.

Walking to the door of the store, a clerk in a Chinese cheongsam costume standing not far away immediately greeted him and said with a smile: "Hello, welcome to Mingyuezhai."

Song Xi smiled and nodded, and walked in.

This store looks like a normal size from the outside, but after walking in, I found out that it has an area opened up by at least three stores. It has a variety of quaint shelves and uses the pattern of obstructive scenery to create an exceptionally artistic conception. The store is very tasteful.

Originally, Song Xi just wanted to take a casual look. After walking a few steps, she realized that she might have to take a closer look.

The clerk was very winked. Seeing that Song Xi was holding a lot of shopping bags in her hand, she smiled and said, "We have a place to store items. Would you like to put the items?"

Song Xi answered, "Okay."

"I'll take it for you."

"Thank you."

Without having to carry many bags, Song Xi's light hands and feet, she felt a little more enjoyable to see things.

The clerk followed her a step away, and whenever Song Xi went to stop for a while, the clerk would carefully attach an explanation.

Standing in front of a mural stone more than two meters high, Song Xi looked up from top to bottom and asked, "Is Mr. Zhao's "Horse Race" painted on it?"

The clerk smiled knowingly, knowing that Song Xi is an expert, nodded and said, "Yes, this is a three-to-one size, which is an extension of Mr. Zao Wou-ki's masterpiece."

Song Xi said: "The author is so powerful. The average person can't draw such a large-scale painting."

The clerk laughed and said: "Our boss painted it by himself."

Song Xi was a little surprised, but soon relieved that the boss is a connoisseur, no wonder there is a style outside of the score.

The two stood on the side of the mural stone, and they couldn't see the direction of the door at all. Song Xi was seldom leisurely, and was planning to take a good look. The clinker didn't stand for long, and only a familiar voice came from the other side of the mural stone. , "How much is this teapot?"

The clerk politely replied: "The price of this item is 88,000 yuan."

"Too expensive." Another familiar female voice came.

The clerk said: "This purple clay pot is Zhou Guizhen's "Drinking Years Extension" series. It can be used as a collection, and there is room for appreciation in the future."

The woman who asked the price earlier said: "You give Qi Cheng a gift to his father. If it is too cheap, you can't get it. Don't miss the money. Mom has it...Help us wrap it up, that's it."

Song Xi was separated from him by a thick stone slab on the other side. She heard everything the other party said clearly. She didn't know when her expression became cold, perhaps when she heard the first familiar voice.

Stepping around the stone slab, Song Xi quietly raised his eyes and looked forward. Not far away, three women were standing at the same place looking at the pot. One of them was a clerk, and the other two, one of whom was about the same age as Song Xi, was Song Xi. Yuan, and the other middle-aged woman, is Song Yuan's biological mother, Dong Lijun.

The clerk was wearing white gloves and was about to take the purple clay pot to pack. Song Xi said coldly, "Hold on."

As soon as the words came out, the three in front of them heard that Song Yuan saw Song Xi, and a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes, and Dong Lijun was even more surprised. After all, her relationship with Song Xi is rarely seen twice a year. What's more, since Song Yuanqing had an accident, she changed residences, and they had never seen each other.

Song Xi has never waited to see their mother and daughter. Dong Lijun is a little afraid of her. There are not only surprises in her eyes, but also a trace of guilty conscience and timidity.

Song Yuan was the first to return to her senses, looking at Song Xi and saying, "It's you."

Song Xi walked over without expression, with a cold face, standing in front of them, looking at the store clerk who looked surprised on the opposite side, her pink lips opened, and she said lightly: "I want this pot. Pack it for me."

The clerk instinctively looked at the expressions of Dong Lijun and Song Yuan, his eyes were full of embarrassment.

Song Yuan frowned and said aloud: "We want this pot."

Song Xi raised her eyelids and looked at her coldly and said, "You want it? What do you want? Don't tell me that your mother is rich. Where did your mother get the money? Should I just say it?"

Song Yuan's face changed immediately, and her voice increased a bit, "Song Xi, are you okay? We provoke you, are you a mad dog?"

Song Xi has endured their wives for a long time. Since Song Yuanqing's accident, they have disappeared like the world. Song Yuan has seen it, but she is only helping outsiders to bully her.

Now the wife is happy and happy with the money her father gave. If Song Xi can swallow this breath, her surname will not be Song!

Song Xi didn't immediately answer his mouth or move his hand. Song Xi just stared at Song Yuan, her eyes were cold and sharp. With this aura, Song Yuan's complexion turned white and red, red and white.

Dong Lijun's eyes flashed back and forth, stretched out his hand to pull Song Yuan's arm, and tried to squeeze a few smiles out, "Yuanyuan, don't quarrel with your sister, just let her..."

Song Xi laughed in anger, snorted, looked at Dong Lijun and said, "Have you not received the divorce agreement from my dad? You two have taken advantage of our family for so many years, and even your last name has been taken away. Now my dad is not here, can you stop playing family fun with me?"

Song Yuan inhaled to return her mouth, Dong Lijun pulled her, stood in front of Song Yuan, looked at Song Xi, smiled and replied: "Xiao Xi, you also know your father's current situation. I was afraid that you were too sad, so I haven't contacted you, as long as you want, we are still a family."

Song Xi’s beautiful face is full of mocking smiles, "You will lose your good acting skills if you don’t report Ye Ying, how about it, take my dad’s money and be happy, and you don’t need to be controlled at all. Is it the goal you have been striving for for so many years?"

Song Yuan couldn't listen, she took Dong Lijun's hand and said, "Mom, let's go, she is sick!"

Dong Lijun stood there and didn't move. Although he looked at Song Xi with a smile, his eyes revealed naked provocation and pride, as if telling her, yes, I got everything I wanted.