Life With You

If it was just a normal inquiry, Song Xi would not have such a big reaction. The key is that George Sheng's eyes looked at her as if it were a virus, as if she had sat down to confirm her improper style, and she was pretending to be illegitimate child.

George Sheng looked at Song Xi, the name A Yi, almost blurted out.

But he also knew that if he asked, Song Xi would definitely ask the bottom line, how did he know, he was too lazy to explain, so when it came to his lips, George Sheng just said coldly: "I am not interested in your private life, but I am also I didn't plan to be a famous father to others. If you are really pregnant, say hello in advance."

Speaking of this, a woman appeared in Song Xi’s mind. She said, “I’m not pregnant. I know you are about to have a baby. Don’t worry, I will never disturb you. I promised you before. When it comes to my dad, I will discuss the divorce with him. It seems that I have missed the appointment, but apart from temporarily unable to give up this half of the red copy, I promise that it will not affect you..."

Looking away slightly, Song Xi then added meaningfully: "When a woman is pregnant, the mood swings will be greater. You should accompany her more when you have time, and don't leave her alone."

To leave her alone, you are likely to be green. It's just that, Song Xi is inconvenient to speak directly to George Sheng.

George Sheng was not sure if Song Xi said this, whether it was true, or divert his eyes, but before in the bathroom, he saw her lower abdomen flat...

Two people with different minds are destined to not talk for long.

Song Xi couldn't stand the embarrassment first, and took the initiative: "Thank you today. If nothing else, I will go up first."

George Sheng said, "Something is going on."

Song Xi looked at him, and he said indifferently, "I'm hungry, you can make some pimple soup."

Song Xi thought, would you let me make the big table in the dining room?

But she owed George Sheng after all, and he didn't say anything else, just made a small request, and she had no reason not to agree.

"Oh, wait a minute, I will do it now."

Song Xi walked honestly towards the kitchen. George Sheng sat on the sofa in the living room and watched TV. It was already past four in the morning, and the whole villa was brightly lit. Although there was no smell of oily smoke at all, George Sheng But inexplicably felt a trace of fireworks.

In the past, no matter where he was, where was the cold air, even if he was surrounded by feasting and drunkenness, but the only thing he would not have was the smoke.

People like him are afraid that the last thing they need is fireworks.

A person gets used to it, even if there are a hundred people before and after when you go out, but when you return home, it will always be him. Now that there are more people in the house, George Sheng will fight from his disgust at the very beginning to his rejection. The habit of getting used to now, it seems that it is not so unbearable, not to mention that the pimple soup made by Song Xi is really delicious.

Song Xi didn't want to eat the big fish and meat outside, so she wanted to go to sleep, but when she made pimple soup for George Sheng, her appetite was also aroused. She hadn't eaten for a long time, so she leaned on her breath. At this time, she ran out of qi, and the water she was hanging on would irritate her stomach. She didn't want to make herself a burden to others, so when she got a lump, she prepared a bowl for herself.

This kind of eating saves time and effort. Within ten minutes before and after, Song Xi walked out of the kitchen, stood where he could see George Sheng, and asked him aloud, "Where do you sit to eat?"

George Sheng didn't answer, he got up and walked towards the kitchen.

There were two bowls of lump soup, one large and one small on the kitchen table. George Sheng pulled the chair away and sat in front of the big bowl.

Song Xi pulled away the chair and sat in front of the small bowl.

The tomatoes are cooked in a pot, and there is a nested poached egg on the bowl. George Sheng took a bite, secretly satisfied with the last time.

Song Xi held the spoon, lowered his head, and gave it to his mouth after a little bit of coldness. Both of them were silent.

In a blink of an eye, George Sheng ate two-thirds, only a thin layer of lumps and a poached egg remained in the bowl.

Looking down slightly, he suddenly said, "Your father will judge tomorrow."

Hearing this, Song Xi, who was sitting on the left side of the table, held the spoon in her hand and stopped instantly.

Without raising her head or responding, Song Xi seemed to have been acupointed and motionless.

George Sheng just took a bite, and then said: "Seven years, a bit less than expected."

Song Xi stretched the spoon into the bowl and took a large spoonful. With the warm air, without blowing it, he sent it directly into his mouth.

The hot pimple was so hot that the skin on the upper wall of her mouth was instantly torn off, but she was unconscious, swallowing it all the time, and then mechanically scooped up a second spoon... as if only this could make her feel calm.

George Sheng said in a cold and calm voice: "Your dad has sentenced, and the people outside who want to trouble you will also stop a lot. You can wait for him for a few years with peace of mind. Maybe it won't take so long, he will come out early."

Song Xi saw a big drop of tears falling into the bowl with her own eyes, and she realized later that she was crying.

She didn't dare to look up, there was no smell in her mouth, but she always wanted to do something.

All her actions were seen by George Sheng. She cooked too much for him this time and he couldn’t eat. So she simply put down the spoon, raised her head, looked in her direction and said, “Everyone has his own life. Fairness, if you do something wrong, you will be punished."

He didn't mean to embarrass her. In fact, according to his logic, he was still comforting her and persuading her to want to go ahead.

Song Xi looked down, squeezed the spoon, and replied in a deep voice, "I don't believe it."

George Sheng looked at Song Xi, and said after a few seconds: "What do you believe? If you don't believe he broke the law?"

Song Xi said nothing.

George Sheng suddenly clicked the corner of his lips and said meaningfully: "Yes, nothing is absolute in the world. There is a win or lose in a game. It just depends on who decides the rules of the game."

Song Xi slowly raised her head and looked at George Sheng. Her eyes were swollen. They were not obvious when they were closed before. Now they are opened. The original apricot-core eyes have turned into peaches, and the white eyes are flushed, as if they have red eyes.

She stared straight at George Sheng, and said aloud: "My dad was framed."

Her voice was so soft that she couldn't hear whether it was a question or a certainty. George Sheng continued without changing his face: "Don't tell me that I am an ordinary person and can't manage such big things."

Song Xi resisted the sourness and wanted to ask George Sheng, but his expression made her swallow all the words back into her stomach abruptly.

Why does he help her?

What is his relationship with her?

He wishes to keep his distance from her now.

Song Xi lowered his eyes again, scooped a spoonful of pimple soup, didn't chew it much, and swallowed it directly.

George Sheng clearly saw that the momentary weakness in her eyes flashed away. He just thought she was going to ask him, but she didn't.