Life With You

George Sheng was still sitting on the sofa in the living room downstairs. The news network had finished broadcasting, the weather forecast had finished broadcasting, and even one episode of the cheesy romantic drama at eight o'clock had finished. Some people simply took the yellow crane to leave. No return!

Fortunately, he was still here waiting for her. George Sheng was angry as he sat there. The key was boredom, and he knew clearly that the reason why Song Xi didn't come back to report to him was that he was willing to sit here and wait.

Just as he was holding his breath, his cell phone rang. George Sheng answered the call from Huo Jiamin, and a woman's voice came from inside: Do you have time tonight? Come to my house for dinner.

George Sheng obviously has time, but...

What day? he asked.

Huo Jiamin said: Isn't there any day when we can't have dinner together? I just called a few of them and they can all come.

George Sheng said: Then let's get together.

Huo Jiamin raised her voice a little and said suspiciously, What do you mean? Is something going on?

George Sheng said, There's something wrong.

Huo Jiamin said: They are all fine, who do you have a problem with?

George Sheng frowned lightly, You said that I am like a follower of several of their families. If they have nothing to do, I must be idle?

Huo Jiamin said angrily: These are the only people you can meet.

George Sheng remembered Yuan Bao saying that he was like a mute, and his black eyes showed an air of not competing with women and villains. He replied impatiently: It's not like there's no one to play with you, and I don't have time to listen to your nagging. .”

After chatting for a few words, George Sheng hung up the phone and enjoyed the solitude in the living room alone.

After about ten minutes, he heard footsteps coming from the stairs. He turned his head and saw that it was Song Xi coming down from upstairs. She had already changed into the clothes she was going to wear and put on light makeup on her face. The key was still carrying two backpacks containing cats. Through the small window, he saw Coke and 7-Up inside.

The two looked at each other, and Song Xi was the first to say hello, Jiamin invited me to her house for dinner. Do you know what she likes? I'll buy some and bring it over.

Generally speaking, as long as two people who are not familiar with each other have friends in common, it is always easier to open up the topic.

George Sheng was quiet for a few seconds, then stood up and said, I'm about to go over and take you for a ride.

After that, he walked upstairs, and Song Xi sat on the sofa waiting for him. After a while, George Sheng changed his clothes and came down, and the two went out together.

Song Xi remembered that when George Sheng was driving, she didn't like others sitting in the back, so she opened the back door, put Coca-Cola and Qixi in first, and sat in the passenger seat.

On the way, George Sheng said: Huo Jiamin is an alcoholic and likes to drink red wine.

Song Xi was lost in thought. Hearing this, he replied slowly: Oh, okay, just drop me off on Chang'an Road. I'll pick up a bottle of red wine for her.

George Sheng said: The wines in several wine shops on Chang'an Road are not cheap, but they are mixed between real and fake. Do you recognize the wine?

Song Xi replied truthfully: Half understand.

George Sheng did not tease, but said in a normal tone: I have a bottle of wine in the trunk, let me lend it to you first.

Song Xi paused for a moment, then said: Thank you, no need.

George Sheng said: I won't take the Chang'an Road.

Song Xi originally wanted to say that he could just put her down wherever it was convenient for him, but when the words came to her lips, she suddenly had an extra thought and thought to herself: Does George Sheng have good intentions and want to help her?

With such a guess, Song Xi didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore. Facts have proved that she was right.

George Sheng is ready. If she bites her nose again, don't blame him for turning his back on her.

There was also a gift, so Song Xi didn't have to get out of the car temporarily, but it didn't seem to be a good idea for the two of them to go there in the same car. After all, only the third party, Yuanbao, knew about the secrets they shared under the same roof.

Thinking about it, Song Xi said tentatively: Just drop me off at Yulin Street.

Yulin Street is very close to where Huo Jiamin lives, and it doesn't take more than ten minutes to walk.

George Sheng said ‘hmm’ and reluctantly agreed.

The car drove all the way to the city, and while waiting for a red light, not to mention Song Xi, George Sheng must have never expected that Night City is so big, with tens of millions of people, so easy to die, and Chang Jingle bumped into two people. People share a car.

Coincidentally, Young Master Jing was also waiting for the red light. The window was lowered. He was sitting in the orange Lamborghini, whistling at the black Bentley Bentayga next door, and asked with a wink, Hey, why are you two together? ?”

His car was parked on the passenger side. Song Xi's scalp was numb at the time. He thought he was about to be exposed. He was in a daze when he heard George Sheng in the driver's seat reply without changing his expression and heartbeat: I saw you halfway. Give her a ride.

Chang Jing smiled and said, How come I haven't encountered such a good thing?

George Sheng was too lazy to pay attention to him and looked away.

Song Xi's heart was beating wildly, but he still kept a calm look on his face as he chatted with Chang Jingle while waiting at the red light.

The red light turned green, George Sheng stepped on the accelerator, and immediately left the orange-red sports car behind him. Song Xi sat in the car and couldn't help but say: The wine you brought me is not what Jiamin usually drinks. Brand, right?”

George Sheng said lightly: No.

She breathed a sigh of relief, it was okay.

There are a lot of people around, and any small detail will be exposed if they are not kept together.

George Sheng caught a glimpse of her guilty conscience from the corner of his eye, and found it inexplicably funny. Of course, he couldn't smile in front of her.

Two cars drove into the community one after another. When they got out of the car, Song Xi was carrying two backpacks in one hand and red wine in the other. Seeing this, Chang Jingle stepped forward to help her get it, mumbling: Some You really don’t have any eyesight at all, how can you let a lady carry so many things by herself? Come on, let me hold it for you.

Song Xi smiled, No need...

It's okay, Coke and Qixi, we are old friends.

Chang Jingle was familiar with it and didn't care what Qixi and Coke thought. When George Sheng heard this, he glanced at Song Xi from the corner of his eye and glared at her.

Song Xi didn't see it, but even if he did, he would be confused. Chang Jingle said, why are you glaring at her?

The three of them took the elevator upstairs together. Chang Jingle thought of something on the way, looked at Song Xi and asked, You didn't work the night shift today?

Song Xi paused for a moment and replied, I'm asking for leave today.

Chang Jingle asked: Why did you suddenly ask for leave?

Song Xi said: I have a little cold.

Chang Jingle was very caring about people and immediately showed him meticulous care. Song Xi couldn't stand what he said. The key was that there was someone standing next to him. From this look, George Sheng seemed to be superfluous.

Although he knew that George Sheng didn't like her, he had a strong sense of honor. After all, the relationship between the two was husband and wife. Although she was the passive one, this was considered blatant.

Song Xi nodded and smiled, feeling extremely nervous, fearing that someone would get angry again and she would be the one who would be embarrassed.

Sure enough, before the elevator reached the upper floor, George Sheng glanced at Chang Jingle coldly and said in a cold voice: If you want to be a friend of women, you should go work at the Women's Federation tomorrow.

When Song Xi heard this, she didn't know whether it was fear or joy, but she didn't scold her this time.