Life With You

When Song Xi heard this, he let go of George Sheng's sleeves and raised his hands to cover the upper half of his face. When he saw her gently raising the corners of her lips, he then laughed sarcastically: Why is everyone so unhappy?

Even if it was a drunken remark, George Sheng still felt an uncontrollable tightness in his chest.

Song Xi...is she really unhappy?

He knew that she had been trying to cater to her, he knew that she lived a cautious life, and he also knew that many times, she suffered a lot of grievances, but most of the time she was smiling, politely, politely, sincerely, and... He saw her smile so often that he actually thought she was quite happy.

After a moment of silence, George Sheng opened his thin lips: I am happy today. You tell me what you want, and I will try my best to satisfy you.

Song Xi's arms were still across her eyes, her red lips opened and closed, and she said aloud: I want to turn back time.

George Sheng pursed his lower lip, thinking for a moment that she was looking for trouble, but he immediately heard the sadness in her words.

He said: You are only twenty-six, what is there that you are so fond of remembering?

After that, he thought of Song Yuanqing, and then said: Your father, I will ask someone to take care of it, you don't have to worry.

Song Xi's nose was sore and she choked softly again: I miss my dad.

George Sheng was silent for a long time and said in a low voice: At least you can still see him.

There was only the sound of Song Xi's twitching in the fitting room. George was dazed for a while, then turned to look at Song Xi and said, Stop crying, get up. Isn't it embarrassing to go out later?

Song Xi whispered back: Shh, don't talk, I'll take a nap.

George Sheng held back his temper and said as calmly as possible: Get up first, then go back to sleep.

Song Xi ignored him at all. George Sheng didn't respond when he patted her. He could only lean down, put his palm under her neck, and lifted her up forcefully.

Song Xi was light and easy to lift, but she had no bones in her body and couldn't sit on her own. With her eyes closed, she fell into his arms and hit his collarbone with her head.

George Sheng called her: Song Xi?

He knew the quality of Song Xi's sleep. He slept as soon as he wanted. George Sheng had a hot potato in his hand. He couldn't pick it up or throw it away. It made his heart hurt.

Outside the changing room, the other people were sitting on the sofa drinking and chatting. Huo Jiamin had fallen asleep on the sofa. Chang Jingle looked at his watch, raised one corner of his lips and said, It's almost twenty minutes.

Tong Hao lowered his eyes and picked up the wine glass to drink.

Yuan Bao sat opposite and peeled pistachios one by one, without eating them, as if to pass the time.

Ruan Boyan also smiled meaningfully: I'm really curious about what Zhi Sheng is doing after staying there for so long.

Chang Jingle said: If you don't come out in a pinch, it means you haven't finished your 'busy' yet.

The smile on Ruan Boyan's face grew bigger, and he immediately looked at Yuan Bao: Hey, does Zhi Sheng have much private contact with Song Xi on weekdays?

Yuan Bao slowly raised his head: I don't know.

Chang Jingle said: Don't come here. You follow Zhi Sheng all day long. How can you not know what he is doing?

Yuan Bao replied calmly: I have been with you today. Brother Sheng is a latecomer. I don't know what he is doing during this time.

After that, he added: We don't sleep together. How can I know what he is doing with the door closed at night?

Chang Jingle's stance was unsteady and he immediately leaned back: That's right.

Ruan Boyan said with great interest: Song Xi is not a simple person.

A few people were sitting on the sofa chatting. Chang Jingle wanted to listen to the wall several times, but was stopped by Yuan Bao.

It took almost half an hour for the door of the dressing room to open. As soon as the door rang, Tong Hao immediately raised his eyes and looked over.

I saw George Sheng, wearing military trousers, leather boots and a white shirt, stepping out, holding someone crosswise in his arms. The man was wrapped in the black coat that George Sheng wore when he came, with only a short half of his calf and high heels exposed.

Seeing this, the expressions of the people on the sofa changed slightly, and they were a little surprised.

George Sheng came over expressionlessly, and both Tong Hao and Yuan Bao stood up, but the former was worried about Song Xi, while the latter looked at George Sheng.

George Sheng said calmly: She drank too much, I will take her back.

Chang Jingle looked into George Sheng's arms. Song Xi's face was mostly covered by the collar of his coat, with only his forehead exposed. He winked and mouthed silently to indicate what George Sheng had done to Song Xi.

George Sheng's eyes were cold and he was too lazy to pay attention to him. He just said to Yuan Bao: No need to send it to me.

After that, he turned around and walked out with Song Xi in his arms. Yuan Bao followed him and opened the door. Chang Jingle said with a smile, Did you see that the shirt on Zhi Sheng's chest is wrinkled?

Ruan Boyan chuckled: Is this enlightenment?

Tong Hao had a sullen face and didn't say a word at first. After a while, he raised his head and asked as if unintentionally: Have Brother Sheng and that woman completely broken up?

Hearing this, Chang Jingle and Ruan Boyan looked at each other at the same time, with different expressions.

Chang Jingle said: I don't know if we're goodbye or not. Anyway, we haven't seen each other in Night City for two years. We said we were going to Oxford to study.

Ruan Boyan said: I don't understand what's going on between them. He won't tell me, but he won't look for it anymore... At this point, he paused and then said: Apart from Jiamin, Song Xi is the two The only one who can get close to him is Nian, otherwise how can I say he is extraordinary.

Tong Hao smiled seriously and asked with serious eyes: Does he like Song Xi?

Ruan Boyan looked back at Tong Hao, half-smiling but not smiling: What for? Do you like Song Xi?

Tong Hao hesitated for a moment: Well, I think she is quite interesting.

Chang Jingle also looked at Tong Hao: Is it true or false?

Tong Hao didn't comment, just raised his head and took a sip of wine.

Then why didn't you stop me just now? Chang Jingle said.

Tong Hao put down his wine glass, lit a cigarette, and after a puff he said: Brother Sheng met me first. If he likes it, I won't touch it.

Yuan Bao sent George Sheng and Song Xi to the car. When he came back, he happened to hear Tong Hao's words and walked over. Yuan Bao said nothing.

Sure enough, Chang Jingle came to ask him again: Yuanbao, does Zhi Sheng like Song Xi?

Yuan Bao leaned on the sofa and said lazily and rationally: I don't know.

Chang Jingle frowned slightly and hissed: You are still keeping silent to us.

Yuanbao said: I can only guess what Brother Sheng is thinking. For a guy like him, do you think he would discuss with me who he likes and doesn't like?

Chang Jingle said: What do you think?

Yuan Bao said: Half and half, either you like it or you don't.

Chang Jingle rolled her eyes at him, as if he hadn't said anything.

Tong Hao, who was sitting across from him, asked, You are relatively familiar with Song Xi. Does she have anyone she likes?

There were no outsiders present, so Yuanbao replied aloud: I only know that she was in a relationship before, and her boyfriend was a policeman. I don't know how we separated later.

Tong Hao asked again: What is it called?

Yuanbao said: It seems that his surname is Shen. I didn't pay attention to the specific name, but I checked before and found that the man is not in Night City now. I don't know where he went.