Life With You

If George Sheng's name is well-known in Night City, then too many people only hear his name but not his person. Compared with him, everyone cares more about Yuanbao. After all, Yuanbao is what they can possibly get. important figures.

The number of people who could make Yuan Bao say, Call me if you have anything, can be counted on several fingers. This shows that he no longer regards Song Xi as an outsider.

After getting off work that night, Song Xi drove back to Cuicheng Mountain. He fed Qixi, Coke and the little wolfdog first, and then walked to the kitchen. He had already taken out all the original noodles and was about to make a bowl of pimple soup, but he suddenly thought of Han Chunmeng's potato meat. At the end of the day, she had a lot of time, and she was spending her time in the kitchen alone.

After the potatoes were stewed, Song Xi took out the vacuum-packed pasta from the refrigerator. Don't expect her to roll it by hand like Han Chunmeng. Being able to take the initiative to innovate is already her best.

The house is very quiet, except for the occasional clear ringing sound at the feet, which is the ringing sound on the necks of Qixi and the little wolfdog.

Coke looked like a gentleman today, wearing a bow tie and keeping quiet.

The noodles were cooked and the marinade in the small pot was cooked. Song Xi turned off the heat and was about to serve it to taste when the cell phone placed aside rang. He glanced sideways and saw the word 'S' displayed on the screen.

Song Xi immediately put down the things in his hands and opened the connect button, Hello?

There was no sound coming from the other end of the phone right away. Song Xi glanced at it in confusion. It was indeed a call. A few seconds later, George Sheng's calm voice came out: At home?

Song Xi didn't know what happened to him, so he answered truthfully: Yes, in the kitchen.

George Sheng said: What to eat?

Song Xi replied: Spaghetti with potatoes and minced meat.

George Sheng paused for another two seconds, Are you ordering takeout?

Song Xi curled his lips slightly and said, I did it myself. He really looked down on others.

George Sheng said: It seems that you have always been perfunctory with me.

He always spoke coldly, and it was hard to tell whether he was serious or joking, but Song Xi had known him for so long and had figured out three aspects of his temperament. If he was really angry, he wouldn't even bother to talk to her, so she'd better be nice He replied: I am using myself as a guinea pig to conduct an experiment while you are away. If it succeeds, I will still use it for your evaluation in the future. If it does not succeed, I will not go to your place to humiliate myself.

Song Xi's sixth sense was that George Sheng was not someone who would call her and chat when nothing happened, let alone this extraordinary period, so even if the two of them were chatting together now, Song Xi always had a feeling in her heart. Be alert.

Sure enough, George Sheng changed the subject and asked: You are so leisurely and relaxed, are you really not worried about tomorrow?

Song Xi didn't answer but asked: What are you worried about? Do you want to see your family?

George Sheng was noncommittal.

Song Xi held her cell phone and looked at the pasta on the plate. She was a little lost in thought and said casually: The only thing I worry about is causing you trouble. In fact, whether I can be there or not is just a matter of my mind. What about you? If you feel it's difficult to arrange, then I won't go tomorrow and I'll go see my uncle another day.

She was too sensitive, or too smart. Just a word from George Sheng could make her think in the opposite direction and throw out the steps in advance.

Hearing this, George Sheng said in a low voice: Think too much.

After that, without waiting for Song Xi to answer, he added: If you can come, I will remember your kindness.

His voice was low and sweet, and the content of his words instantly made Song Xi's heart numb. She knew that he was not someone who showed his emotions easily.

Song Xi held her cell phone and replied loudly: We are friends, so don't talk like this.

There was a moment of silence on the other side of the phone. After a while, George Sheng said, You can eat.

Well, you should have something to eat. We are as good as steel. There are still a lot of things waiting for you to deal with tomorrow.

After hanging up the phone, Song Xi couldn't regain his composure for a long time. His heartbeat was a little fast. He couldn't tell whether it was because of nervousness or something else. Maybe he was just worried about him.

After eating and washing the dishes, Song Xi went back to her room on the third floor and lay down early. She had to get up early tomorrow and planned to go to bed early. However, she still couldn't fall asleep after lying down. After all, tomorrow was not an ordinary occasion. George Sheng said She could avoid meeting outsiders, but the Qiao family had to meet. He had already analyzed the pros and cons with her. She insisted on going, saying that it didn't matter, but would the future be turned upside down by the meeting tomorrow? No guarantee.

In the dead of night, when people are most awake, Song Xi thought carefully about why she would take such a desperate risk and plunge herself into a huge unpredictable whirlpool?

Impulsive? Or is it a matter of careful consideration?

It seems to be both, and it seems to be neither.

But it cannot be denied that the relationship between her and George Sheng is no longer just a pseudo-couple relationship based on profit cooperation.

After tossing and turning, sleeping and waking up, at about four o'clock in the morning, it started to rain outside. It was just very fast at first, but instead of stopping, it became heavier and heavier, making the glass crackle.

Song Xi couldn't sleep, so she simply got up, washed and tidied up. The outside temperature dropped sharply, so she added a small black windbreaker to her original black clothes.

Standing in front of the mirror in black, Song Xi sighed softly, sighing secretly that from now on, the most important person in George Sheng's life would be missing again.

Yuan Bao arrived on time and stood at the door of the villa with an umbrella. When Song Xi came out, the two of them said hello. After getting in the car, Song Xi took out a thermos cup from her bag and handed it to him.

Yuan Bao's eyes flashed with slight surprise, Song Xi said: Warm milk, drink something, I'm very busy today.

Yuan Bao was surprised and moved, and said: Thank you, Miss Song.

Not polite, I just unscrewed the cap and drank it all.

Song Xi said: We have known each other for such a long time, and I have always regarded you as a friend. From now on, just call me by my name.

Yuanbao put down the thermos cup and said while driving: Brother Sheng didn't eat anything either.

Song Xi touched the bag and said, I brought it for him.

The corners of Yuan Bao's lips curved into a gentle curve, Thank you.

Driving all the way from Cuicheng Mountain to Ningshan Cemetery, there are still 1,800 meters away from the cemetery. Private cars are already stationed to guard the cemetery. Although George Sheng did not tell Song Xi in detail, since he promised that there would be no risk of leakage, then It must be foolproof.

Sure enough, Yuan Bao, who was driving in the front seat, also said at the right time: I'll take you to Brother Sheng's place later. The relatives on both sides of the old man and his wife are also here, but they won't meet until later. As for Brother Sheng's friends, you guys You don’t have to meet today.”

Song Xi responded and obeyed everything.

Yuan Bao's car drove all the way into the cemetery and stopped in front of a separate mortuary hall. He got out of the car and held an umbrella for her. Song Xi's small black leather shoes stepped on the ground and were immediately wet by the rain that bounced off the ground.

Perhaps it was too warm in the car, and she shivered when she came out. It was clearly 15 or 16 degrees yesterday, but it seemed like autumn had suddenly arrived today.

The two of them walked forward, Yuan Bao opened the door for her, and Song Xi crossed the threshold. The first thing she saw was a large gold-rimmed sandalwood coffin directly opposite. George Sheng, who was dressed in black, and Ren Li, who was also dressed in black. Na stood aside and looked towards her after hearing the sound.

Song Xi saw them as a matter of course, but she was just surprised. Who was the back of the young woman kneeling in front of the coffin with her back turned to her?