Life With You

Chapter 90: Nephrite Wenxiang

George Sheng didn’t have the problem of turning over people and things. He was just looking for something to kill the time, so he picked up a hardcover book that Song Xi had placed on the bedside table. As a result, when the book was opened, it was not a page, but a photo album. The first one was one. The little doll with a round pink face, dark pupils and clear white eyes, grinned at the camera, the curvature of the corners of the lips made him feel familiar.

Sure enough, a row of small prints was printed in the lower right corner of this photo: Xiaoxi, 100 days birthday photo.

George Sheng sat on the sofa and couldn't help but look again. It turned out that Song Xi's appearance for a hundred days can vaguely see today's shadow, but at that time she had a round face and meaty, unlike the current standard. Her oval face and a pointed chin.

Continuing to scroll down, the album is full of photos of Song Xi’s childhood, ranging from a hundred days to a teenager. As she grows up, her beauty becomes more and more obvious.

In the photos, she is always smiling brightly. Whether at home, in the park, or in any landmark place, her smile is like her own unique symbol, which makes people never forget.

George Sheng did not experience Song Xi’s childhood, but she laughed so happily. She should have had a happy childhood, right? Unlike now, laughter comes from performances.

This thought instinctively appeared in his mind, so that George Sheng paused, then raised his eyelids and looked at Song Xi who was lying on the opposite bed.

From the two people realized that now, he has seen her laugh and cry, but without exception, she will always wear a mask in front of him, hiding the most true thoughts behind the mask. Beware of him, so no matter whether you are happy or not, you don't need to tell him.

Just thinking about it, Song Xi, who was originally calm, suddenly frowned, and then shook her head slightly uneasy. She should have had a nightmare, and what happened in the dream made her tremble.

George Sheng put down the photo album, got up to the bed, and cried out in a low voice, "Song Xi."

With a useless cry, he called again: "Song Xi."

Song Xi plunged into her own world, tears gushing quickly along her thick black eyelashes, her lips slightly opened, and she sent out a faint and painful cry for help like a small animal.

George Sheng frowned and couldn't wake her, so he stretched out his hand to pat her face in an attempt to make her sober, but Song Xi suddenly raised his hand to grab George Sheng's cuff and shouted very lowly: "Dad..."

She grabbed him so hard, but her tears were closed. Because of the sudden movement, the white arm stretched out the quilt, and he lifted the quilt. George Sheng frowned, retracted his gaze looking at the quilt, and turned to Go and break her hand.

The harder he was, the tighter Song Xi grasped. Even so, she was not sober. She babbled and shouted: "Don't catch my dad, please, don't catch my dad..."

I don't know if she tried too hard, causing the needle on the back of her hand to return blood, the red color was too harsh, or her voice revealed too much pitifulness and helplessness, in short, George Sheng was softhearted.

It only takes an instant to soften the heart. He stood still, letting Song Xi tugging tightly by his sleeves and sobbing.

"father……"

She yelled sentence by sentence, the smaller the voice, the more uncomfortable it was to suffocate her throat.

At this moment, George Sheng realized that she was just an outsider, no matter how calm on the surface, she couldn't bear a serious illness secretly.

In fact, he is not hard-hearted, and as Yuan Bao said recently, he doesn’t hate Song Xi so much. She is just a woman, and now her only relative has been in prison. The sky outside will only make her more lonely. It's pitiful.

But for a moment, Song Xi cried and the pillow was wet. George Sheng couldn't get rid of it. He was afraid that the needle on the back of her hand might be wrong. He didn't want to make trouble for himself, so he sat down by the bed and let her feel it. , He didn't want to leave.

Xu Ye felt George Sheng's relaxation, Song Xi didn't pull hard anymore, but she was still crying, her eyes closed and weeping.

George Sheng did not look at her, but looked up at the potion bottle on the hanger, thinking to himself, why would it take an hour for the bottle with the big palm? How about he adjust the speed a little bit faster and make a quick decision?

He was about to raise his hand to adjust the speed. Suddenly he felt the warmth of his waist and something wrapped around him. George Sheng quickly looked down and found that Song Xi was curled up and hugged his waist under the quilt with his face resting on him. On the thigh, facing the lower abdomen.

She hadn't completely gone from the heat, and her body was scorching hot like a stove. George Sheng stared at her face, and many thoughts flashed in her mind for a second.

The first thought was, did she deliberately? Want to take the opportunity to climb into his bed?

The second thought was, what did Song Yuanqing tell her? Could it be that Song Yuanqing let her deliberately try to show her good?

The third thought was that she was really desperate to take the initiative, so she wanted to find a long-term meal ticket?

All the thoughts are that she has something to do with him. With George Sheng's temper, he should wave her away without hesitation, regardless of whether she is true or false, whether she is dead or alive, but in fact...

He sat on the side of the bed motionless, and didn't even notice that there was a few seconds of blank space, he was holding his breath and seemed to be nervous.

But soon, George Sheng attributed all his unusual paths to wanting to see how Song Xi could play next.

Anyway, the night was long, and he was boring too, to see what she could make.

The room was not air-conditioned. George Sheng was hugged by a large stove, and soon became a little hot, but Song Xi still felt hot and cold. She shrank in the quilt, hugging George Sheng's waist, in a trance, she The person in front of me was Song Yuanqing, so she shed tears and said aloud: "Dad, don't worry about me, I will take care of myself, eat on time, sleep on time, don't walk at night, and I don't spend money randomly. Yes, I want to save money to buy a house, buy a garden with flowers that you like, the study will prepare the best tea set for you, we will ride the bike together in the morning to the back door to eat noodles, and in the evening you will take me on the swing , When you come out, you will be old and can't push me, I will push you later..."

George Sheng was wearing silk pajamas, and Song Xi's tears soon wetted the thin cloth, and it seemed to be hot directly on the skin of his thighs.

She was so sad that she was trembling and clutching the back of his pajamas tightly, "I will also seriously look for a boyfriend. If you say I have someone I like, I will bring it to you, but I'm afraid I will never find it again. To the person you like, you don’t like Yi..."

She said it intermittently, sometimes even without logic. She said something and said whatever she thought, but George Sheng listened to it unconsciously and listened carefully, so when she said the word'Ayi' At that time, he was instinctively curious and was aroused by her.

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