Life With You

I don't know what time it was in the middle of the night, but Song Xi suddenly woke up. She opened her eyes drowsily and vaguely heard the sound of parking cars downstairs. It was George Sheng who was back.

Turning on the light and going downstairs, when Song Xi walked to the second floor platform, George Sheng was halfway up the stairs. When he heard the ringing of the bell, he looked up and saw Fa Cai running towards him. Song Xi was standing not far away. He said, Come back so late?

George Sheng raised his head and glanced at her, then looked away and said calmly: Is something wrong?

Song Xi said: You came to watch my game today. Did I play well?

In fact, she didn't want to ask this, she was testing what was wrong with George Sheng.

George Sheng's expression remained unchanged, and his voice was lukewarm: I said congratulations.

Walking up to the second floor, he walked to the left towards the master bedroom. He accidentally caught a glimpse of the two thermos cups at the door, and a trace of entanglement and hidden anger quickly flashed through his eyes.

As he walked past her, the smell of alcohol was strong. Song Xi followed him and asked aloud: Are you done with today's affairs?

George Sheng came to the door of the room, lowered his head slightly, looked at the two thermos cups in front of the door, and asked without answering: Have you developed a habit now?

Song Xi stepped forward and bent down to pick up the thermos cup, and replied with a faint smile: I am learning to make fruit porridge from my colleagues. Which one do you want to try first?

George Sheng opened the door and said as he walked in, I don't want to eat any of them.

He didn't close the door casually. Song Xi followed him in habitually, muttering how delicious her porridge was. George Sheng walked through the corridor to the inner room, reached out and turned on the bedside lamp, and turned to look not far away. Song Xi, who was wearing pajamas, had dark and unclear eyes: Why are you following me?

Song Xi looked at George Sheng's face, trying hard to find clues in his expression, but he hid it too deeply, and she couldn't even figure out his happiness and anger.

When she couldn't guess, Song Xi was always straightforward, so she asked aloud: Are you unhappy?

George Sheng sat on the edge of the bed, took off his sweater and threw it aside. Wearing only a black shirt, he went to get the cigarette case on the bedside table and said, No.

Song Xi sat on the sofa opposite and replied with a suspicious expression: I can see it.

George Sheng lit a cigarette, and Song Xi said: If you have anything unhappy, tell me. Maybe I can help you solve it.

After a pause, she added nervously: You're not angry with me, are you?

Song Xijue thought this was very possible, but she really didn't know where she had offended him, and neither of them had met today.

George Sheng unbuttoned two shirt buttons and took a puff of cigarette. Without looking at Song Xi, he said: Xiaowen called me in the evening and said that she was very happy today. When I asked why, she said she was mixed up with a doctor named Ling. Xiaotian, although people don’t want to see her, she is just happy.”

When Song Xi heard that it was about Qiao Aiwen and Ling Yue, she instinctively breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: My senior brother is really a good person, but he is difficult to chase. You asked your sister to hold on.

George Sheng said coldly: Is it interesting to have a hot face against a cold butt?

Song Ximei's beautiful eyes slightly raised: It's interesting. I think your sister has driven my senior brother crazy. Everyone's fun is different. Don't ask others according to your standards.

After a second's pause, Song Xi couldn't help but mock him: With your character, don't expect to catch up with anyone.

It is not impossible to be a monk for the rest of your life.

George Sheng looked at Song Xi. He didn't know whether it was the problem of the lights and smoke, or whether he had drunk a lot of wine. Song Xi always felt that his eyes were different today. He was always cold and deep, but there was a bit of indifference in this depth. Totally confused.

He opened his thin lips and said: It seems that you know love very well. I remember you said before that you are 'experienced'. It seems that you talk about it a lot.

Song Xi didn't expect that George Sheng would change the subject and point the finger at her. She would roll her eyes. When she was nervous, she would pretend to be calm, and then she would reply without changing her expression: I said so much, just remember this sentence. .”

George Sheng seemed to be obsessed with her and said, Why did you break up with your ex when you were talking like this?

Song Xi's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes inevitably changed. However, George Sheng couldn't help but sneer in his heart when he saw this small change.

See how much she cares? I don't care enough to even mention it.

Why don't you speak? George Sheng took the initiative, with a hint of joking in his voice.

Song Xi's expression returned to normal, her pink lips opened, and she softly replied: There's nothing to say.

George Sheng said: You kept chanting 'A Yi' when you had a high fever. I thought you liked him very much. How come you don't have anything to say?

George Sheng could never feel the same way, nor would he know what Shen Zhaoyi meant to Song Xi.

It was a thorn in her heart, and she couldn't remove it for the time being, so she could only trick herself into forgetting it, but George Sheng said that she kept chanting 'Ayi' when she had a high fever.

His face suddenly changed, and George Sheng clearly saw that Song Xi's face still turned pale under the warm yellow light.

She just paled, but George Sheng was really heartbroken.

If a person doesn't care about another person, he can lie with his mouth, but his eyes cannot deceive him.

Song Xi looks like he doesn't care about Shen Zhaoyi?

The two looked at each other for five seconds or longer. Finally, Song Xi spoke first. Her voice could not tell the difference between happiness and anger: What do you mean?

George Sheng looked back at Song Xi intently and said without blinking: It's not interesting. It's almost the Chinese New Year. Xiaowen yelled at me to give her a gift. I want to ask you if there is anything else you want, and I will give it to you.

After a pause, he added: Even if you want to see someone, as long as he is not dead, I can ask someone to help you bring him back. This opportunity is rare, so you must be cautious.

Song Xi's heart was in chaos, but he still forced himself to squeeze out his only rationality and tried to discern what George Sheng meant.

Is he talking angrily? Or is it just... just want to give her a New Year's gift?

But no matter which case, one thing is for sure, he has stepped on her bottom line and successfully angered her.

Song Xi was about to get angry, but suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind. She seemed to finally know why George Sheng suddenly said these words and why she suddenly mentioned Shen Zhaoyi.

Is he reminding her not to fall in love with him?

Once such an idea came to his mind, Song Xi was unable to refute it despite all his abnormalities.

The silence this time was longer than before. The cigarette in George Sheng's hand had not been smoked for a long time. The ashes fell on the carpet. There was no sound, but it was clearly dirty. Just like the two people's hearts at the moment, silent, but already mutual. Stab.

For a long time, Song Xi slowly raised the corners of his lips and replied with a faint smile: I'm serious. Whoever I'm thinking of can be discovered by you even if I don't say anything. There's no need to kidnap someone and come back. It's not sweet to force me. , but I didn’t expect you to understand women’s hearts so well and be so romantic that you want to give New Year’s gifts. If you use these two points on the person you like, Bai Yueguang will already be your bed partner.”