Life With You

When Song Xi heard this, she couldn't help but look stunned. She was not a scheming person, but she suddenly realized it when Song Yuanqing mentioned it.

Yes, after Qiao Dingxiang's death, there was another major stake in front of her, which was her marriage to George Sheng.

With George Sheng's temperament, if he didn't want to and didn't care, who could force him?

In the past few days, she had been busy feeling sorry for George Sheng, without realizing that her own interests were also involved.

Seeing the obvious change in Song Xi's face, Song Yuanqing misunderstood that she was worried about having no one to rely on outside, so she quickly said: Xiao Xi, don't be afraid, I will ask someone to bring a message to George Sheng, and then talk to him again.

After the words fell, Song Xi paused for a few seconds, as if waking up from a big dream, and replied with clear eyes: Dad, I want to discuss something with you.

you say.

If George Sheng doesn't want to continue this marriage, no matter what, don't embarrass him.

Song Yuanqing looked at Song Xi's face, as if he wanted to see some clues from her calm and composed face, but Song Xi just smiled and said softly: I didn't know him before, so everyone is doing it for their own benefit. Now that I'm familiar with him, I regard him as a friend, and I don't want to force him to do anything for me anymore...

After saying that, after a two-second pause, Song Xi added confidently: And I believe that with our current friendship, even if I don't have this marriage certificate, he will still help me if something happens to me.

Song Yuanqing looked at Song Xi seriously for a while, Did George Sheng ask you to tell me that?

Song Xi saw the suspicion and hidden displeasure in Song Yuanqing's eyes, and said with a smile: No, he and I do get along well now. I have been helping him with his insomnia recently, and he also helped me finish my professional thesis in a roundabout way. Dad, if you believe in my character, is it so difficult for him to be friends with me?

Song Yuanqing looked at her for a few seconds before sighing silently: Dad is afraid that he will bully you.

When Song Xi heard this, he was inexplicably touched in his heart, so he replied with slightly red eyes: Dad, I never felt that he bullied me, but because of our relationship, many times I felt that we were the ones bullying others.

Song Yuanqing finally looked away and said with emotion: As for who in the whole night city has the ability to cover up the sky with one hand, I can only think of the Qiao family. If it is not necessary, dad will not entrust you to him. If you are unhappy, he will I'm not happy either. You don't have to report good news or bad news every time. I'm not familiar with George Sheng, but I know best what kind of person his father is. Like father, like son... You must have been wronged a lot outside.

Song Xi's eyes became even redder. He reached across the table to hold Song Yuanqing's hand, and tried his best to smile and said, What's the point of being a little wronged? You said that those who haven't been wronged these days can't do anything big.

Song Yuanqing held Song Xi's hand tightly, holding back tears, and said after a while: Dad has made you feel wronged.

The father and daughter chatted for more than half an hour, and Song Yuanqing finally promised Song Xi that no matter what decision George Sheng made in the future, even if the past things were changed, he would never use Qiao Dingxiang's excuse to threaten the Qiao family, and use Song Xi's Xi said: The dead are the most important. No matter how the outside world evaluates Qiao Dingxiang, in my heart, he is a very kind old man. Death is like a lamp going out, and all the past things are gone.

Song Yuanqing respects Song Xi's decision, because his daughter insists on speaking the truth and wants to save face. Since she has made this decision, there must be a reason why she must do it.

He thought that Song Xi was convinced of George Sheng, so she didn't care about the amulet so much, but in fact, Song Xi had no confidence at all. The only thing she relied on was her heart.

From the bottom of her heart, she no longer wanted to maintain an unwilling marriage with George Sheng, so if he wanted to dissolve it, she had no reason to remain shameless.

To be more honest, she gave him his freedom so that he could do whatever he wanted in the future.

After leaving Song Yuanqing, Song Xi suddenly felt a little disappointed and even inexplicably afraid on the way back.

She always wanted George Sheng to call her before, but now she was a little afraid that he would call her, because maybe when the two of them sit together again, they will talk about things not about his family, but about things between them.

Counting the period of protection he had 'gifted' to her before, the two of them had known each other for more than half a year. For half a year, Song Xi originally thought that every second seemed like a year, but now in the blink of an eye, they had gotten along like this.

If it can really last for three years, it must be a blink of an eye.

Song Xi never thought about calling George Sheng again, and didn't even ask Yuan Bao. If he wanted to find her, he would naturally call her.

Sure enough, on the fifth day after Qiao Dingxiang's death, Song Xi received a call from George Sheng. Seeing the word 'S' flashing on the screen, Song Xi hesitated for four or five seconds before answering.

Hello? She tried to keep her voice normal.

George Sheng's voice came from the mobile phone: Are you free today?

Song Xi responded: Yes, what's the matter?

George Sheng said: Go back to Cuicheng Mountain directly after get off work in the evening. I have something to tell you.

Song Xi's voice was as usual: Okay.

After hanging up the phone, Song Xi worked as usual, with a very calm face and heart. Until the moment she drove home from get off work and inserted the key into the door, Song Xi suddenly thought that if, if George Sheng filed for divorce, she would What kind of facial expression to respond to?

calm?

Smile?

More than a smile?

Tell him this is what she wants too?

Feeling confused, Song Xi simply ignored it, opened the door and stood in the entrance hall, changed his shoes and walked straight in.

The light in the living room was on, but George Sheng was not there. Song Xi guessed that he was in the master bedroom on the second floor. She went back to the room on the third floor first. She wanted to put down her bag and go find him, but in fact she was sitting by the bed, almost half-conscious. He generally avoids and is reluctant to take action.

She didn't know how long it took, maybe ten minutes, maybe half an hour, but Song Xi's cell phone suddenly rang. She took it out and saw that it was George Sheng.

Look at it, today we have to talk face to face with gongs and drums, we can't run away.

Song Xi answered the phone and said, Right now, I just packed some things.

George Sheng was surprisingly good-tempered and said calmly: I'll wait for you. I'll come down when I'm done.

good.

After hanging up the phone, Song Xi couldn't help but think of a sentence in his mind: When a person is about to die, his words are also good. Although these words are not quite right with the current mood, neither she nor George Sheng is about to die, but it may be that he will mention the divorce later, so she is particularly gentle at the moment.

After all, after being under the same roof for so long, there is always a sense of affection.

Song Xi was used to changing into pajamas when she got home, so she didn't change them today and went straight to George Sheng on the second floor in the afternoon.

There was a knock on the door, and her deep voice came from inside: Come in.

Song Xi pushed the door open, turned the corner, and saw George Sheng sitting on the sofa. He was still dressed in black as usual, smoking, or it could be said that the cigarette was not broken, because the ashtray was already covered with a layer of smoke. The house smells like smoke.

Song Xi's heart was already in turmoil, but he said as usual: What do you want from me?