Life With You

Song Xi and Qiao Aiwen returned to the separate room and felt a lot more relaxed. After all, Ren Lina was still there, but they still felt restless.

Qiao Ai Wen's room is mainly white, simple and neat, just like her way of life, straight and straight. However, there are dolls on the pillow and a limited number of dolls and small ornaments on the windowsill, and it can be seen that she is straight and slim.

Song Xi sat on the sofa, and Qiao Aiwen sat on the leather pillar opposite. While getting food for her, he said: Ling Yue's parents came to Night City? Last time you said that his hometown is from Sa City, and it turns out he is a minority. My compatriots, no wonder they are so handsome and beautiful.”

Song Xi ate a slice of orange and gave a friendly reminder: Sacheng has a large number of ethnic minorities, but my senior brother is 100% Han and has no trace of mixed race.

When Qiao Aiwen heard this, she deliberately glared and exaggerated: Are you purely Han? Then it's unnatural to look like this, right?

Song Xi instinctively replied: Your brother is also good-looking, why don't I see you so excited?

Qiao Aiwen curled up her lips: How can that be the same? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. It's natural for you to think that my brother is handsome. If you think Ling Yue is even more handsome... Squinting her eyes, Qiao Aiwen gave him a slap. A threatening look.

Song Xi immediately said: Don't go on the line. Let's talk about it in a fair way. Who is handsomer, your brother or Ling Yue? Tell the truth.

Qiao Aiwen rolled her eyes, raised the corners of her lips, and after a while, whispered: My brother.

Song Xi picked up the phone and pretended to dial: Okay, okay, it's a big holiday, let me send my blessings to my senior brother...

Qiao Aiwen came up and stopped: Hey, we have something to discuss. They are all handsome, they are all handsome.

Song Xi asked: I can only say one.

Qiao Aiwen was not one to suffer, so she immediately asked: Then who do you think is more handsome between the two?

Song Xi replied without thinking: Of course it's your brother.

Just as the words fell, the door rang, and Qiao Aiwen asked: Who is it?

Me. It was George Sheng's voice.

Qiao Aiwen said happily: come. in.

George Sheng pushed open the door and walked in. Because the room was a little hot, he rolled up the sleeves of his cashmere sweater to his elbows, exposing his two forearms and the watch on his left wrist.

He walked in with his front foot, and Fortune followed behind him.

Qiao Aiwen asked him: Why are you here? Are you impatient because of your mother's nagging?

George Sheng said: Come and hide here. She won't come where you are.

Song Xi clapped her hands and called Facai to her side and interacted with it with a smile on her face. Qiao Aiwen said from the side: You said my brother is so funny. He asked someone to bring the little wolfdog here in the morning, and specifically asked him to put it in the house, saying he was afraid of the cold. Look, of all the dogs in my house, which one is freezing to death outside? They are getting more and more delicate.

A flash of embarrassment flashed through Song Xi's eyes, because she thought that on the other side of Cuicheng Mountain, George Sheng wanted to raise a fortune in the yard. She insisted on keeping it in the house because she was afraid of freezing. Today she came here to take a look. The big dogs were all having fun outside, and they didn't seem to be freezing at all.

Who would have thought that George Sheng would actually listen.

George Sheng glanced at Song Xi without any trace, and replied calmly: What do you know? Do you know how to raise a dog or I know how to raise a dog?

Qiao Aiwen didn't take it seriously, ignored George Sheng, and asked Song Xi: Ling Yue's parents are coming to Night City, do you think I should call him and ask them to have a meal together?

After that, without waiting for Song Xi's answer, she added: The key point is that I'm afraid I won't be able to call him if I call him.

Song Xi was about to speak when he heard George Sheng, who was standing by the window with his back to the two of them, say: Nothing.

Qiao Aiwen frowned and turned her head: I'll let you hide in my room and don't interrupt, okay?

George Sheng turned his head, stretched out his legs, and sat on the window sill. The glass was frosted and white. When the sun shone upward, it looked like a natural lighting board. George Sheng leaned under the lighting board, clearly He was dressed in black, but he seemed to be walking out of the dazzling sunlight, making people afraid to look directly at him.

He didn't speak, and Song Xi only glanced at him briefly and immediately looked away.

Qiao Aiwen continued to ask Song Xi: What do you think? His parents rarely come to Night City. If I don't show off, will it be rude?

Song Xi smiled half-heartedly: Do you want me to tell the truth?

Qiao Aiwen raised her beautiful eyes: Of course, do you still need to tell lies to me?

Song Xi said: You are not someone else's girlfriend. It is normal not to eat together. Instead, you are eating together... Isn't that strange?

Song Xi told the truth. When Qiao Aiwen heard this, she covered her heart with one hand and held the coffee table with the other hand, pretending to be so angry that she had a heart attack.

Song Xi smiled awkwardly: You must let me tell the truth.

Qiao Aiwen turned to look at George Sheng, and asked weakly: Does her usual words hurt so much?

The sun was too bright, and George Sheng stood with his backlight, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly. Only the indifferent voice mixed with joking came: It's okay to pierce you. If I don't pierce your heart, you have to shave your head and pick a hot one.

Qiao Aiwen clutched her heart again, feeling uncomfortable and wanting to cry.

A few seconds later, Qiao Aiwen said with emotion: No wonder you two can get together.

George Sheng was silent, and Song Xi was silent as well. The former lowered his head to play with the small ornaments on the window sill, while the latter lowered his head to play with the dog.

Not long after, the nanny knocked on the door and said lunch was ready.

The three of them went out together, Qiao Aiwen walked carelessly in front, Song Xi in the middle, and George Sheng at the end. He saw that the necklace on the back of her neck was entangled with a strand of broken hair, which must have been leaning on the sofa just now, For a moment, he wanted to raise his hands to help her caress her. When this thought came to his mind and became more intense, he could only put his hands in his trouser pockets for fear of being careless.

When they came to the dining room, Song Xi and Qiao Aiwen were standing together. Qiao Aiwen turned her head and saw that the necklace on the back of Song Xi's neck was tangled in her hair. She casually raised her hand to help fix it. Song Xi thanked her.

After seeing this, George Sheng felt inexplicably depressed. For others, it was a simple effort, but for him...

There were no less than sixteen dishes on the long table from beginning to end, including dishes from both the north and the south. Song Xi glanced at them and saw that there were mostly sweet and sour dishes. It seemed that he was still taking care of George Sheng.

In the past, when Song Xila came here to eat, Qiao Dingxiang would sit at the main seat. Now there is still a seat reserved there. Ren Lina still sits next to her, and the others take their seats one after another.

There was wine on the table, Qiao Aiwen turned her head and asked Song Xi: Do you drink red wine or white wine?

Song Xi shook his head hurriedly: I don't drink.

Qiao Aiwen said: Don't you know how to drink?

Song Xi thought of the ridiculous things she did after drinking too much at George Sheng's birthday party, and she secretly vowed never to drink too much again.

She knows how to drink, it depends on who she is with.

George Sheng's voice suddenly sounded, and Song Xi glanced at him instinctively. He didn't look at her, but his voice clearly said that he was trapping her into injustice.

When Qiao Aiwen heard this, she immediately raised her eyebrows and looked at Song Xi: What do you mean? You don't want to drink with me?

Song Xi secretly scolded George Sheng for being such a troublemaker, but he still had to keep a smile on his face: No, I have to go to work tomorrow, so I don't dare to drink more.

Qiao Aiwen said: Then drink red wine. Have some at noon. If you feel sleepy in the afternoon, just take a nap at home. You will be fine before dinner.

Song Xi thought to himself, are you still going to stay here until night?