Life With You

To say that the name of George Sheng is very famous in the night city, too many people just hear his name and no one sees him. Compared with him, everyone cares more about ingots. After all, ingots are what they can get. George Sheng. Important person.

The person who can make Yuan Bao say "Call me if something is happening" can count with a few fingers, which shows that he no longer regards Song Xi as an outsider.

After getting off work that night, Song Xi drove back to Cuicheng Mountain, first fed Qixi, Coke and the little wolf dog, and then walked to the kitchen by herself. The noodles had already been taken out and prepared to make a bowl of pimple soup, but she was temporarily surprised and thought of Han Chunmeng’s potato meat Molu, a lot of time is around, she spends her time in the kitchen by herself.

After the potato stew was simmered, Song Xi took out the vacuum-packaged pasta from the refrigerator. Don't expect her to cook it like Han Chunmeng. Being able to actively innovate is already her ultimate.

The house is very quiet, with only the occasional crisp ringing from the feet, which is the ringing of the necks of Qixi and the little wolf dog.

Today, Coke is a gentleman, wearing a bow tie, no sound.

The noodles were cooked, and the bittern in the small pot was cooked. Song Xi turned off the heat and was about to serve it. The phone rang on the side, and when he looked sideways, the word ‘S’ was displayed on the screen.

Song Xi immediately put down the things in her hand and opened the connection button, "Hello?"

There was no sound from the horse on the other side of the phone, and Song Xi glanced in wonder. It was indeed on the phone. A few seconds later, George Sheng made no sound, "At home?"

Song Xi didn't know what was wrong with him, and answered truthfully: "Well, in the kitchen."

George Sheng said: "What to eat?"

Song Xi replied: "Spaghetti stewed with potatoes and minced meat."

George Sheng paused for two more seconds, "Ordered a takeaway?"

Song Xi curled his lips slightly, "I did it myself." He really looked down on people.

George Sheng said: "It seems that you have always been perfunctory to me."

He always speaks coldly, and he can't tell whether he is serious or joking, but Song Xi has known him for so long, and he has somehow figured out his three-point temperament. If he is really angry, he doesn't bother to take care of her, so she is better. He replied: "I'm not trying to use myself as a guinea pig while you are not doing an experiment. After success, I will still give you a comment. If it is unsuccessful, I will not go to your place to insult myself."

Song Xi’s sixth sense, George Sheng is not someone who would call her to chat when nothing happened, let alone this extraordinary period, so even if the two are chatting with each other now, Song Xi’s heart is always Be vigilant.

Sure enough, George Sheng turned his head and asked aloud: "With such a leisurely sentiment, are you really worried about tomorrow?"

Song Xi did not answer and asked, "What are you worried about? Seeing your family?"

George Sheng was noncommittal.

Song Xi took her cellphone and looked at the pasta on the plate. He was a little surprised and somewhat casual and said, "My only worry is to cause you trouble. In fact, not being there is a matter of your mind. If you feel that it is not easy to arrange, then I will not go tomorrow, and I will see my uncle another day."

She is too sensitive, or too smart, and George Sheng can make her think backwards with just a word, throwing the steps out in advance.

Upon hearing this, George Sheng said in a low voice: "Think too much."

After all, without waiting for Song Xi to answer, he just added: "You can come, I remember your love."

His voice was already low and pleasant, and the content of his words made Song Xi's heart numb in an instant. She knew that he was not a person who would easily express his emotions.

Song Xi took the phone and replied aloud, "Don't talk about it if you are a friend."

There was a moment of silence on the phone. After a while, George Sheng said, "You can eat."

"Well, you should also eat something. People are iron rice or steel. There are still a lot of things waiting for you tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Song Xi couldn't return to her senses for a long time, her heartbeat was a little fast, she couldn't tell if it was nervous or something, maybe she was just a little worried about him.

After eating and washing the dishes, Song Xi went back to the room on the third floor to lie down early. She will get up early tomorrow. She plans to rest early. However, after lying down, she can't sleep. After all, tomorrow is not an ordinary occasion, George Sheng said She can avoid meeting outsiders, but Qiao’s family has to meet. He has already analyzed the pros and cons with her. She insisted on going. She said that it didn’t matter, but in the future, will the day be upset because of the meeting tomorrow, who There is no guarantee.

In the dead of night, people are the most awake moment. Song Xi thought about it seriously, why did she take the risk and stir herself into an unpredictable huge vortex?

Is it impulsive? Or a deliberate consideration?

It seems to be all, and it seems to be neither.

But it cannot be denied that the relationship between her and George Sheng is no longer just a pseudo-husband and wife relationship under the cooperation of interests.

Tossing and turning, sleeping and waking up, it started raining outside at around four o'clock in the morning. At first it was anxious. Instead of stopping behind, it got bigger and bigger, and the glass cracked.

Song Xi couldn't sleep at all, so she just got up this time, washed and cleaned up, the outside temperature dropped sharply, she added a small black windbreaker outside of her original black clothes.

Standing in black in front of the mirror, Song Xi sighed lightly and sighed secretly that from now on, there is one less important person in George Sheng's life.

Yuan Bao arrived on time, standing at the door of the villa with an umbrella. When Song Xi came out, the two greeted him. After getting in the car, Song Xi took out a thermos cup from his bag and handed it to him.

A slight surprise flashed under Yuan Bao's eyes, and Song Xi said, "Hot milk, drink something, I'm busy today."

Yuan Bao was surprised and moved, and said, "Thank you Miss Song."

You're welcome, just unscrew the lid and drank all.

Song Xi said, "Everyone has known each other for so long, and I have always regarded you as a friend, so I just call my name directly."

Yuanbao put down the thermos, and while driving, said, "Brother Sheng didn't eat either."

Song Xi touched the bag, "I brought him."

The corners of Yuan Bao’s lips curled up gently, "Thank you."

Driving from Cuicheng Mountain all the way to Ningshan Cemetery, there is still a distance of 1,800 meters from the cemetery. There is already a private car guarding him. Although George Sheng did not talk to Song Xi in detail, since he promised that there will be no risk of leakage, then It must be foolproof.

Sure enough, the Yuan Bao driving in the front seat also said at the right time: "I'll take you to Brother Sheng first. The relatives of the old man and wife are also here, but we will see you later. As for friends of Brother Sheng, you You don’t need to meet today."

Song Xi answered, everything obeyed the arrangement.

Yuan Bao's car drove all the way into the cemetery and stopped in front of a separate entrance hall. He got out of the car and held an umbrella for her. Song Xi's small black leather shoes stepped on the ground and was immediately wet by the rain that bounced on the ground.

Maybe it was too warm in the car, and she shuddered after she came out. It was clear that there were 15 or 6 degrees yesterday, and it seemed like it was suddenly autumn.

The two walked forward. Yuan Bao opened the door for her. Song Xi crossed the threshold. The first thing he saw was a large gilt-rimmed sandalwood coffin directly opposite. George Sheng in black and Renli in black Na stood aside and looked at her after hearing the sound.

Song Xi saw them as it should be, she was just surprised, the back of the young woman kneeling in front of the coffin with her back to her...who is it?