Life With You

When only Song Xi and Han Chunmeng were left in the room, Han Chunmeng immediately asked, "Xiaoxi, what's the matter? When is Ren Shuang blushing?"

Song Xi sat aside, her face calmly replied: "No matter how thick she is, I also have a long awl for her to pierce through."

Han Chunmeng said, "I was in the operating room just now, and I heard that there was another trouble outside?"

Song Xi gave a ‘um’, neither light nor heavy.

Han Chunmeng narrowed his mouth and said, "Why do you think there are so many poor people now? They are all children, and the whole life is so long, but the time given to them is so short. If I have money, it will be fine. I will definitely try to help. they."

If you have money, it will be fine... This sentence is like a tight-knit curse, wrapped around Song Xi's head so tightly that she was thinking about it when she had the operation.

If George Sheng could come to the hospital for a visit, he would be able to get a special fund of one million yuan, enough to save the little girl outside and many other poor children.

Song Xi is really out of money now. After Song Yuanqing’s accident, her family’s real estate and bank accounts were blocked. She used to earn and spend on her own, but she didn’t have any spare money at all. It’s like congenital heart disease and pulmonary heart disease. At least eighty-nine thousand yuan down, she has this heart, but also has no power.

At this moment, the dean’s words came again. You asked Mr. Qiao to come to the hospital for a face-to-face meeting, and transfer one million yuan to the outside of the hospital.

One million is enough to save a dozen lives.

Life is in the limelight, perhaps because of the sense of responsibility of being a doctor. Song Ximing knew that George Sheng would not easily agree, but she still bit her scalp and called him.

This was the first time they contacted after he came to the hospital to see Gu Dongxu on that day and cursed her around.

After dialing the phone, Song Xi's scalp stood up when listening to the ‘beep’ connection sound coming from inside. He hoped that he would answer it, but was also afraid that he would answer it.

She was so nervous that it said ‘in a call’ on the screen, she didn’t even notice it, thinking it was connecting.

George Sheng did not speak at first, waiting for her to say, after a while, she was silent, and he asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

He suddenly spoke, really shocking Song Xi, she instinctively said: "Do you have time to go home for dinner at night?"

"..."

I am most afraid of the sudden silence of the air.

Song Xi also frowned secretly on the phone. She originally wanted to say, have you eaten yet? I want to discuss something with you when I go home at night, but I don’t know how to say it, and the two sentences become one.

Just as she had mixed feelings and didn't know how to hug back, George Sheng had already replied indifferently as usual: "No."

Song Xi bit his head again and asked, "Will you come back tonight?"

She has not been able to run into him for a while, whether it is at home or outside, sometimes she wonders whether he has come back in the evening.

George Sheng didn't ask anything more, but said lukewarmly, "Yes."

Song Xisheng was afraid that he would be annoying to ask, and quickly replied: "Okay, then I'll wait for you, don't disturb you, I'll hang up."

Saying she hangs up, but she still waited until George Sheng hangs up. Seeing the talk time of twenty-six seconds, Song Xi only felt that it would be easier for her to undergo surgery than to talk to George Sheng.

Going home from get off work that night, Song Xi sat on the sofa in the living room and waited for George Sheng, simulating countless times in her heart. When George Sheng came back, what would she say first.

You're back?

No, it's not obvious.

I have been waiting for you for a long time.

It's not good, what if he thought she was impatient to wait?

Song Xi just thought about it like this. After a while, she glanced at the time. She arrived at home at eight o'clock in the evening. It was ten o'clock by now, and George Sheng has not returned.

Before her old Song had an accident, no matter what she wanted to do, it was just one sentence. In fact, she understood that those people were giving Song Yuanqing face, but as time passed, it was inevitable that she would have some convenience under power.

In the past few months, not to mention living like a year, Song Xi always understands the taste of tea already cold before people leave.

Just talk about this George Sheng, he will come back when he is OK, Song Xi waited from 8 pm to 12 pm, she will get up early tomorrow morning. While yawning, Song Xi hesitated for a while whether to go directly upstairs to sleep, but she never wanted to call him again, not because she didn't have this face, but she didn't have the courage.

She had seen George Sheng's temper a little bit. She didn't know what other people were doing. To her, it was a stumbling block. She didn't need to annoy him, and it was even harder to ask him for help.

On the sofa, she went from sitting to tilting, and then simply lay down, feeling confused for some time.

Sleeping soundly, she was awakened by a sudden ‘pop’. She trembled all over, and what caught her eye was the coffee table in front of her. There was a Bentley car key on the coffee table.

Song Xi's body was still asleep, motionless and soft on the sofa until she just woke up, until a rustling sound came from behind, and a black George Sheng walked across from her and stretched out his hand to untie the necktie. Throwing it on the sofa casually, staring at her, with a faint expression on her handsome face.

Seeing him, Song Xi hurriedly sat up, propped herself up, didn't blame him for making a sudden noise, only looked up at him and asked, "Is there time? I want to discuss something with you."

George Sheng pulled off his tie and was unbuttoning his shirt again. In a blink of an eye, three buttons were unbuttoned, revealing a small piece of honey-colored skin on his chest.

His thin lips opened, and he asked instead, "What time is it?"

Song Xizhen glanced at the time and replied, "Just after four o'clock."

George Sheng said: "It's so late, I still have to sleep if you don't sleep."

After speaking, he turned around and was about to walk upstairs.

Song Xi was anxious and stood up and said, "I will just say a few words, it won't delay you too long."

George Sheng didn't look back: "I'll talk about it tomorrow."

Song Xi couldn't keep him, and watched his back disappear on the second floor. Halfway through my sleep, I was scared and awakened completely. I didn’t ask what I wanted to ask. I spent eight hours on the sofa. When I went back upstairs, someone like Song Xi had such a good sleep quality. Insomnia.

Opening her eyes until dawn, Song Xi went to the hospital early, already shed a layer of skin on George's curse. How could there be such a person? Obviously promised good.

Thinking of this, Song Xi was shocked that George Sheng only promised her that she would go home. He didn't say what time or promise to listen to her.

Hey, who is to blame? Just blame George Sheng for his deep routine.

Song Xi arrived at the lounge before seven o’clock. It was very early. Several colleagues on the night shift were changing clothes and greeted each other. Song Xi went to the side to pour water. The other two took care of themselves. to chat with.

One of them said: "Hey, teach me, how can I tell others?"

Another said: "If you have something to ask for, you can't just talk about it. You have to show it, right?"

"How to say? Give a gift?"

"Then it's up to you. Anyway, you can give away whatever the other party likes. Wouldn't you just do what you like?"

While they were talking, the clothes were changed. The two said goodbye to Song Xi. Song Xi smiled and watched them go out.