Life With You

George Sheng sounded very useful, so he was happy and joked with her: "You dare to accept bribes, so do you want to go in with your dad as a company?"

At the first second after the voice fell, George Sheng regretted it, because he clearly saw Song Xi's sudden sinking face, not because she didn't want to cover it, but because she was too fast to control it.

George Sheng regretted it instantly. After regretting, he had some symptoms of chest tightness. It was also an instinctive reaction. Before Song Xi could say anything, George Sheng said to himself: "Why do your face change so quickly? I'm kidding."

Song Xi quickly lowered his gaze, not afraid of him, but afraid that he saw the anger and injury that could not be concealed in her eyes. After a few seconds, when the surging emotions gradually returned to calm, she opened her pink lips and said lightly, "I don't find it funny."

George Sheng didn't want to get into a cold war with her, so he said back: "Then I won't say it."

This was the first time he took the initiative to take a step back in front of her. Song Xi was very surprised. Maybe everyone has this kind of inertia. If a strong accustomed person suddenly retreats one day, the other party will have the illusion of moving.

Song Xi also didn't want to fight with him anymore. The cold war days were not easy for everyone. Take a step back and ask for peace.

Her complexion had returned to normal, and Song Xi said, "Be busy, I'm going back... I'm afraid the puppy will bite things."

She gave him a signal invisibly, and she was not angry. Sure enough, George Sheng continued: "When you see it biting something, hit it directly. If it hurts, it won't bite again."

Song Xi whispered: "I'll leave this to you."

George Sheng raised his eyelids and glanced at her. Song Xi didn't look at him, turned around and said, "I'm leaving."

She was walking towards the sofa, George Sheng's cell phone rang and the phone was connected, and he called, "Mom."

Not knowing what Ren Lina said on the phone, George Sheng's expression changed slightly, and then he replied: "Okay, I will take her back."

Taking her back, Song Xi couldn't help but pause. Before she left the office, George Sheng, who hung up the phone, got up and said, "Don't go."

Song Xi turned to look at him, and George Sheng said, "Come home with me."

Song Xi looked at his face, he was accustomed to being moody and irritating. Song Xi couldn't see any clues for a while, and he didn't talk nonsense, and went out with him.

When the assistants outside saw the two coming out together, they looked the same, but their eyes were full. When the two got on the elevator, one of them wentssiping: "Today is the longest, 13 minutes and 24 seconds."

The other said: "Every time is longer than one time, this time even people are taken away. What is her origin?"

"The boss is too, friends just say friends, girlfriends just say girlfriends, what's the matter with the delivery?"

Ichisuke crossed his arms and looked thoughtful. The other assistants still had to rely on him and asked him again and again.

Yisuke was silent for a while, and finally said, "Maybe it is the nickname between the boss and his girlfriend?"

The others were all sceptical and unbelieving. They had heard of a girl called a girl, a little baby, and what the **** was the delivery?

But on second thoughts, their boss is not an ordinary person, maybe their hobbies are different from ordinary people?

But one thing is definitely certified by everyone, that is, George Sheng's aesthetic is still very positive, and Song Xi is really beautiful.

Taking the exclusive elevator to the parking lot downstairs, Song Xi didn't dare to ask anything along the way. It wasn't until he got in the car that Song Xi asked tentatively: "What happened?"

George Sheng single-handed the seat belt and fastened it, and his face was flat and replied: "My dad suddenly wants to eat the pimple soup you made."

Hearing this, Song Xi was obviously relieved: "Oh."

George Sheng glanced at her sideways: "What do you think?"

Song Xi shook her head quickly. How dare she say, she thought Qiao Dingxiang was not good enough.

George Sheng drove Song Xi back to Qiao’s old house. The two of them didn’t buy anything. Song Xi entered the house empty-handed. Song Xi was still a little embarrassed. As a result, Ren Lina didn’t show her a face for an unprecedented time, and she said with a pleasant face: " Zhisheng’s dad said he wanted to eat the pimple soup you made. Auntie is in the kitchen and asks her to help you."

Song Xi nodded in response: "Okay."

After she left, George Sheng and Ren Lina went to the master bedroom. Qiao Dingxiang was lying on the rocking chair with a thin gray wool blanket on his legs and his eyes closed.

There was a stool next to the rocking chair. George Sheng walked over, sat down quietly, and then reached out to help Qiao Dingxiang tidy up the blanket.

Qiao Dingxiang closed his eyes, his voice was low and dull: "When will Zhisheng come back?"

He thought the person next to him was Ren Lina, and George Sheng said, "Dad, it's me."

Qiao Dingxiang slowly opened his eyes, and then slowly turned his head to look at George Sheng. The whole movement took five seconds. George Sheng was forced to admit that Qiao Dingxiang is old a long time ago, and he has no way to stop this fact.

"Zhi Sheng."

"Well, I'm here."

"Where is your wife?"

George Sheng's handsome face didn't change his color: "She makes pimple soup for you in the kitchen, don't you say you want to eat what she makes."

Qiao Dingxiang nodded lightly. For a few seconds in the middle, neither father nor son spoke. After a while, Qiao Dingxiang looked at George Sheng and asked, "I came back alone?"

George Sheng's chest became stuffy for an instant, his hands on his legs, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and then he replied as usual: "No, I came back with Song Xi. She is in the kitchen and will make pimple soup for you. It will be fine in a while. "

Qiao Dingxiang's eyes were no longer clear, but turbid and yellow, so he looked at George Sheng almost purely, and asked aloud, "Who is Song Xi?"

George Sheng lowered his gaze, afraid to look at Qiao Dingxiang's eyes, reached out his hand to help him tidy up the blanket, and replied: "My wife, I am married to Song Xi, have you forgotten?"

Qiao Dingxiang looked confused, but quickly said: "It's okay to get married. If you get married, I don't need to worry about you anymore."

George Sheng is in his throat. He is not a person who can show his emotions. Even if his emotions are like erupting volcanoes, he may still be an iceberg that hasn't moved forever.

Ren Lina stood not far away and watched, her eyes were red, but she endured it all the time.

Before long, someone knocked on the door of the room. George Sheng looked up and found that Song Xi appeared at the door with a tray. The two of them met, and Song Xi stepped in.

Ren Lina greeted her, and Song Xi whispered, "I'm worried about getting hot."

George Sheng said: "Let me come."

He got up to take the bowl, scooped a spoon, and warmed it to his lips before handing it to Qiao Dingxiang's mouth.

Song Xi stood quietly on the side, feeling quite uneasy. She looked at the elderly Qiao Dingxiang, and then at the still very young George Sheng. It was hard to imagine that they were father and son. After all, she almost blurted out to call grandpa several times. .

Because of the age difference, Song Xi looked at Qiao Dingxiang more like an old man who was still in his old age. But in George Sheng's heart, no matter what Qiao Dingxiang became, it was his father.

George Sheng felt... he should be very sad, right?