Life With You

George Sheng was particularly impressed by what she heard, so he was happy and joked with her: How dare you accept bribes? Do you really want to go in and keep your dad company?

The first second after he finished speaking, George Sheng regretted it, because he could clearly see Song Xi's suddenly sinking face. It wasn't that she didn't want to hide it, but that her emotions were too fast and she had no time to control them.

George Sheng regretted in an instant. After regretting, he even felt some symptoms of tightness in his chest. It was also an instinctive reaction. Before Song Xi could say anything, George Sheng said to himself: Why do you change your face so fast? I'm kidding.

Song Xi quickly lowered her gaze, not because she was afraid of him, but because she was afraid that he would see the anger and hurt that could not be concealed in her eyes. After a few seconds, when the turbulent emotions in her heart gradually returned to calm, she opened her pink lips and said lightly: I don't think it's funny.

George Sheng didn't want to get into a cold war with her, so he replied: Then I won't say anything.

This was the first time that he took a step back in front of her. Song Xi was very surprised. Maybe people have this kind of inertia. If a person who is used to being strong suddenly takes a step back one day, the other party will have the illusion of being moved.

Song Xi also didn't want to break up with him. The days of the Cold War were difficult for everyone, so we should all take a step back and hope for peace.

His expression returned to normal, and Song Xi said, You go ahead and do your work. I'm going back... I'm afraid that the puppy will bite things randomly.

She gave him a signal invisibly, but she wasn't angry. As expected, George Sheng continued: If you see it biting something, just hit it. If it hurts, it won't bite again.

Song Xi whispered: I'll leave this kind of thing to you.

George Sheng raised his eyelids and glanced at her. Song Xi didn't look at him, turned around and said, I'm leaving.

As she was walking to the sofa, George Sheng's cell phone rang. When he answered the call, he called: Mom.

Not sure what Ren Lina said on the phone, George Sheng's expression changed slightly, and then he replied: Okay, I'll take her back.

The words take her back made Song Xi couldn't help but pause slightly. Before she left the office, George Sheng hung up the phone and stood up and said, Don't leave.

Song Xi turned to look at him, and George Sheng said, Come home with me.

Song Xi looked at his face. He usually showed no emotion or anger on his face. Song Xi couldn't tell the clues for a while, so she walked out with him without any nonsense.

Several assistants outside saw the two of them coming out together. They seemed to have the same expressions, but in fact they were very amused. When the two of them got on the elevator, one of them gossiped: Today is the longest, thirteen minutes and twenty-four seconds.

Another said: Every time it takes longer, and this time even people are taken away. What is her background?

Boss is the same. Friends are just friends, and girlfriends are girlfriends. What's going on with the food delivery guy?

Issuke crossed his arms with a thoughtful look on his face. The other assistants still had to rely on him and kept asking him what was going on.

Isuke was silent for a long time, and finally said: Maybe it's a nickname between the boss and his girlfriend?

The other people all had a look of disbelief on their faces. They had heard of people called mei'er and people called me little baby. What the hell is a food delivery person?

But then I thought about it, their boss is not an ordinary person, maybe his interests and hobbies are different from normal people?

But one thing is definitely unanimously recognized by everyone, that is, George Sheng's aesthetics is still very upright, and Song Xi is really beautiful.

Taking the exclusive elevator directly to the parking lot downstairs, Song Xi didn't dare to ask anything along the way. It wasn't until he got into the car that Song Xi asked tentatively: What happened?

George Sheng pulled the seat belt with one hand and fastened it, and replied with a calm face: My dad suddenly wants to eat the pimple soup you made.

Hearing this, Song Xi breathed a sigh of relief: Oh.

George Sheng glanced sideways at her: What are you thinking about?

Song Xi quickly shook her head. How dare she say that she thought Qiao Dingxiang was dead.

George Sheng drove Song Xi back to the Qiao family's old house. The two of them didn't buy anything. Song Xi was a little embarrassed when they entered the house empty-handed. However, for the first time, Ren Lina didn't show her face and said kindly: Zhi Sheng's father said he wants to eat the pimple soup you made. Auntie is in the kitchen. If you need anything, ask her to help you.

Song Xi nodded and responded: Okay.

After she left, George Sheng and Ren Lina went to the master bedroom. Qiao Dingxiang was lying on the rocking chair, with a gray woolen blanket covering his legs and his eyes closed.

There was a stool next to the rocking chair. George Sheng walked over, sat down quietly, and then reached out to help Qiao Dingxiang tidy up the blanket.

Qiao Dingxiang closed his eyes and his voice was low and hoarse: When will Zhi Sheng come back?

He thought the person next to him was Ren Lina, so George Sheng said, Dad, it's me.

Qiao Dingxiang slowly opened his eyes, then slowly turned his head to look at George Sheng. The whole action took five seconds. George Sheng was forced to admit a long time ago that Qiao Dingxiang was old, and he had no way to stop this fact.

Cure Sheng.

Yeah, I'm here.

Where is your wife?

George Sheng's handsome face did not change his expression: She is making pimple soup for you in the kitchen. Why don't you say you want to eat what she makes?

Qiao Dingxiang nodded lightly. For a few seconds, neither father nor son spoke. After a while, Qiao Dingxiang looked at George Sheng and asked, You came back alone?

George Sheng's chest felt tight for a moment, he put his hands on his legs, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and then replied as usual: No, I came back with Song Xi, she is in the kitchen, making pimple soup for you, it will be fine in a while.

Qiao Dingxiang's eyes were no longer clear, but cloudy and yellow. Looking at George Sheng almost innocently, he asked aloud: Who is Song Xi?

George Sheng lowered his gaze, not daring to look into Qiao Dingxiang's eyes. He stretched out his hand to help him arrange the blanket, and replied: My wife, Song Xi and I are married. Have you forgotten?

Qiao Dingxiang looked confused, but he quickly said with relief: It's good to get married. If you get married, I don't have to worry about you anymore.

George's voice was stuck in his throat. He was not a person who showed his emotions. Even if his inner emotions were like a gushing volcano, the surface might be an iceberg that remained motionless for thousands of years.

Ren Lina stood not far away and watched, her eyes red, but she kept enduring it.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door. George Sheng looked up and found that Song Xi appeared at the door carrying a tray. Their eyes met, and Song Xi stepped in.

Ren Lina came forward to pick her up, and Song Xi whispered: I'm worried about the burn.

George Sheng said, I'll do it.

He stood up and took the bowl, scooped out a spoonful, brought it to his lips and blew it to warm it before passing it to Qiao Dingxiang's mouth.

Song Xi stood quietly by the side, feeling quite uncomfortable. She looked at the old Qiao Dingxiang, and then at the still very young George Sheng. It was hard to imagine that they were father and son. After all, she almost blurted out to call her grandpa several times. .

Because of the age difference, Song Xi looked at Qiao Dingxiang more like an old man in his dying years, but in George Sheng's heart, no matter what Qiao Dingxiang became, he was still his father.

George Sheng must be very sad, right?