Life With You

The land price in Hong Kong is the highest in the world, surpassing the night city, sea city, Tokyo and New York. There is a saying that if the mountain is not high, there is a fairy, and if the water is not deep, there will be dragons and spirits.

In Hong Kong, shabby rooms are more than one hundred thousand flat.

The shabby room is too expensive, and developers who don’t have the rich and powerful will dare to take it. The people living in the shabby room are still living and living on a three-acre land, ready to sit on the land and raise the price. George Sheng came to the long-distance old residential building this time to talk to people about the recycling and reconstruction of the old residential building. Only the Qiao family in Night City can spend tens of billions of dollars in private, and they can handle tricky residents in private.

When discussing official affairs, both parties had to turn off or mute their hands out of professionalism and politeness. Of course, no one asked George Sheng to do this. George Sheng only adjusted the vibration, fearing that Song Xi would suddenly have something to find him.

Sure enough, the mobile phone he put in his pocket vibrated continuously in the middle of the journey, thinking that Song Xi called him, but when he took it out, he found that it was the same unfamiliar number without a name, and sent him many text messages.

He opened the phone blankly, but when he clicked in and saw the first photo, George Sheng's expression changed instantly.

The person in the photo is Song Xi. She tilted her head and leaned on the shoulder of the man next to her, holding her mobile phone to take a selfie. The two people in the picture are wearing identical white hoodies, even with similar smiles.

After an instant of panic, George Sheng slid down calmly. He thought he was determined enough, but every time he looked at a picture, the jealousy in his heart was wrapped in anger, and he wanted to break through his body and overflow. The picture of Song Xi is not what she is doing now. At that time, her hair was longer than it is now, and her hair fell on her chest like a black waterfall. When the photo was taken, because she was close, her hair would always hang on him unintentionally... It made George Sheng crazy. Jealousy.

George Sheng is no stranger to a man's face. After all, he really wants to know what the man Song Xi once liked so much looks like.

Yes, the person in the photo is Shen Zhaoyi.

I don't know who sent it. I was caught off guard. George Sheng had read all the 13 photos, and he was more than thirteen cuts in his heart.

He knew that Song Xi had been in love with Shen Zhaoyi, but he didn't want to see the scenes of their love before, and he couldn't bear that she used to smile so brilliantly next to other men.

At this moment, compared with guessing who sent it, George Sheng's rare brain was blank.

The person who was interviewing and cooperating with him didn't notice the strangeness of George Sheng, and was still talking endlessly. George Sheng was holding the phone and his face was very ugly.

After about half a minute, his phone vibrated again, and George Sheng clicked on the text message. This time it was still the same unfamiliar number, but instead of a photo, he sent an email account and a string of very simple passwords.

George Sheng logged into the mailbox and found that there was only one video in the mailbox. This time, his finger could not click on the video.

"Wait."

Lifting his head, George Sheng interrupted aloud, then got up and walked outside.

When no one was there, he dialed the mobile phone number that sent the photo, almost without accident, the other party shut down.

Moving to the email video page again, George Sheng not only had his brain blank for the first time in his life, but now he is actually scared, he is afraid that he will see what he doesn't want to watch after clicking it, but just delete it like this... it's not his character.

He was like this, everything must be clear and plain, even if he knew that he was deliberately caught in the trap of the person behind him.

The finger dropped, and the video clicked on. It was not the most difficult and unbearable picture he had imagined. It was just that the shooting location was very dim. After watching for three seconds, he realized that Song Xi was sitting on the sofa opposite, and she was singing with a microphone. At first, he quietly turned the phone volume to the lowest level, but now it's getting louder one by one.

"I'm afraid it's too late, I will hold you until I feel your wrinkles, there are traces of time, until I am sure that you are real, until I lose my strength, for you, I am willing to..."

It was in the KTV, there was laughter and noise around, and occasionally the person who took the video would bring him next to Song Xi. He was a man who only caught a glimpse, but not Shen Zhaoyi.

The voice-over is the photographer, who smiled and said, "Dr. Ling is in the lens."

Ling Yue?

That 80% is a gathering between doctors.

George Sheng can still think rationally, but his heart is always hanging. After posterity is struggling to send this video, it will not simply listen to Song Xi singing.

Sure enough, after Song Xi finished the first half of singing, the crowd around shouted, and I don't know who said: "Doctor Song, what do you want to say at this moment?"

The light in the video is dim, and Song Xi has a lazy smile on her face. Holding the microphone, she said loudly: "I love Shen Zhaoyi!"

The voice fell, and there was another roar, and the video suddenly ended.

George Sheng looked down, and outside the glass opposite was the night view of the Central District, row upon row of high-rise buildings, all kinds of neon lights, but George Sheng's heart was dead silent, revealing a deep chill.

There are things that I know, but I don’t want to see them all my life.

George Sheng just knew Shen Zhaoyi's existence, so he couldn't respond. Nowadays, there are pictures and videos. No matter what the purpose of the person who sent it, he has to admit that the person has stimulated him as he wished.

...

After Song Xi comforted Han Chunmeng, she hung up the video and immediately went to chat with Qiao Aiwen. The video was connected. Qiao Aiwen was lying on the bed and said boredly: "I thought you pressed the wrong button."

Song Xi smiled and asked, "What are you doing?"

Qiao Aiwen gave a close-up of the fish tank on the table, and then said: "Waiting for your brother my dream lover's call, it's been a day, he didn't call me a single call."

Song Xi said, "It's normal for him not to beat you, but is it strange to beat you?"

Qiao Aiwen frowned: "Today is Valentine's Day. I will wait for him until twelve o'clock in the night. If he doesn't call me..."

"He doesn't call you, what about you?"

Qiao Aiwen snorted: "Then I will reconsider whether to go to see him in Sacheng."

"Yeah, with such a big temper, then you call him?"

"I don't fight. I have to have a bottom line in my life. I usually catch him. What day does he have no idea in his heart?"

Song Xi reminded: "You two are not lovers yet."

Qiao Aiwen said: "I don't care!"

The two came up and chatted with Ling Yue for a long time. Song Xi took advantage of Qiao Aiwen's unpreparedness and suddenly moved the camera to the big bouquet of roses on the ground. The corners of his uncontrollable lips rose, and said with a smile: "Look, it's beautiful. ?"

Qiao Aiwen said: "My brother bought it?"

Song Xi said: "Nonsense, do I still dare to accept other people's flowers?"

Qiao Aiwen coldly snorted again: "I just used the Moments of Friends, and the show has just finished. Now you are here again. It's really sour and smelly of love all over the world, unlike me, who exudes the fragrance of singles."

Song Xi asked beautifully and irritatingly: "It's too much, should I go back and give you a little?"

Qiao Aiwen stared: "No! This young lady is spineless, so she is holding roses. If you have the ability, you can ask my brother to come over and say that he loves you in person."

Song Xi replied with his eyes bent, "Don't irritate me, we will whisper this kind of remarks in private, and I won't give you a bachelor."

Qiao Aiwen "cut": "Where is my brother?"

Song Xi said: "I have a job." After all, she glanced at the time, "I should be back soon."