Life With You

Song Xi felt that George Sheng was really bad.

After flirting, you don't give me anything, and you still want to be good after getting an advantage?

She really wasn't a soft persimmon. If he hadn't said this, she might have given in because she was confused and infatuated, but now he was on the receiving end of the gun himself.

She grabbed his neck with her arms, pulled his head in front of her, and whispered one word in his ear: Taoer.

George Sheng's body was as hard and hot as a soldering iron, and his forehead was covered with a fine layer of moisture. He replied in a low voice: I'm not inside.

How could Song Xi tolerate him? He refused to compromise at all: No.

His voice was still coquettish, but his attitude was undeniable.

George Sheng tormented her for another long time. She refused to listen to his good words and wanted to make a move. She held down his wrist to prevent him from touching it.

George Sheng was about to be tortured to death, so he gritted his teeth and said in a hoarse voice: I don't have it with me. Where can I get it in the middle of the night?

Song Xi pressed against his chest and replied in a irritating tone: Buy it.

There was no way the sky was setting a trap. Song Xi didn't believe that George Sheng dared to go to Qiao Aiwen to borrow money. He couldn't even get the key loan. The guy next door who talked about his abilities all day long was not a random person.

George Sheng was pushed to the limit, and at a certain moment he wanted to be a bully. Song Xi put his legs together, tensed his body, and frowned: I'll get angry if you do this again. You're not gentle at all.

George Sheng lowered his head, his hot breath blowing in her ears. He gasped for about ten seconds, and then he suddenly rolled off her body, as if he would regret it if he was delayed for a second.

After getting out of bed, he was getting dressed in the dark. Song Xi lay on his side, looking at the outline of his figure, and asked without fear of death: Are you angry?

George Sheng put on his pants and tied his belt while saying, I'll take care of you when I come back.

He said through gritted teeth, and he was really cruel. Song Xi chuckled, stretched out his hand and patted the empty space beside the bed: Waiting for you to come back.

At 4:30 in the morning, it was pitch black outside. George Sheng went out in his coat. The cold wind outside could not make him feel any better. He only hated the cycle of karma and retribution. Is this God punishing him for being so bad to Song Xi in the past?

On weekdays, he rarely buttons his coat, but he had to button it today because the middle of his pants was awkward. If he hadn't been super strong-willed, it would have been difficult to get out of bed.

Holding the car keys, George Sheng strode out. When the dogs watching in the yard heard the noise, they all sat up and looked at him. This made George Sheng feel inexplicably embarrassed. What were he looking at?

Just as he left the gate, the cell phone in his pocket rang. George Sheng thought it was Song Xi who regretted it, so he quickly took it out, but when he took a closer look, he paused and stared at the screen for a long time without answering.

The screen lit up, showing the caller: Qian Yu.

There were mixed feelings in my heart at that moment, and I instinctively didn't want to accept it. I always felt that I would be sorry for Song Xi if I accepted it, but if I didn't accept it... there must always be a formal farewell between him and her.

The screen was on for no less than fifteen seconds. George Sheng pressed the connect button and put the phone to his ear: Hello?

...It took you so long to answer, are you asleep?

A familiar female voice came from the mobile phone. During the years when he was forced to be unable to contact her, he couldn't sleep every night and wanted to hear her voice, even if it was just one sentence. But at that time, he missed her day and night, and somehow he couldn't sleep. It has become the embarrassing avoidance it is today.

After a slight hesitation, George Sheng said, What's wrong with calling so late?

Sheng Qianyu said: I'm back. With a hint of tentative joy.

George Sheng's expression remained unchanged and he continued: Come back for the New Year?

Um.

That's fine. After the third and fourth days of the Lunar New Year, we'll see if you are free and come out for a meal together.

His voice was calm and smooth throughout, a little less indifferent than usual when talking to strangers, but not more intimate, and it contained other emotions similar to enthusiasm and excitement.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then he said: I'm outside your courtyard.

Hearing this, the surprise in George Sheng's pupils flashed away: My parents' house?

Um.

George Sheng was standing at the entrance of the courtyard. He stepped out and walked dozens of steps. When he turned a corner, he saw a familiar figure standing under the streetlight at the intersection more than ten meters ahead.

The woman is very slender. She wears jeans in the winter. Her legs are straight and slender. She wears a short white fox fur on her upper body. She has been standing for an unknown amount of time, and her ears are all red.

He hung up the phone. At the same time, Sheng Qianyu turned to look at her. She was very fair. She used to have an oval face, but she had lost a lot of weight recently. She looked a bit like an oval face. She had a pointed chin and a palm-sized face. , one-third are eyes.

She didn't wear makeup, and her eyebrows were of natural color, a little light, but her temperament was rather cold, which made her look quite beautiful in a different way. Sheng Qianyu is not Song Xi's type who is bright and charming without makeup. If Song Xi's beauty is a dazzling red rose, so beautiful that people think she is the definition of 'beauty', then Sheng Qianyu's beauty is more like a cold tone. The white rose is still beautiful despite its gorgeous color.

George Sheng walked out of the alley. After a period of darkness without street lights shining on him, Sheng Qianyu couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but he could clearly see her eyes, which were gradually reddening and moist, filled with many intertwined thoughts. Emotionally, she stood there, waiting for him to pass.

Finally walking out of the alley, the light of the streetlight shone on George Sheng's face. He was still as strong as before, with a cold face at all times, and the look in his eyes blurred between arrogance and complete indifference.

It's him, the same him as before.

Sheng Qianyu's eyes were covered with light, she looked up at him, gradually raised the corners of her lips, and said with a smile: I'm back.

George Sheng stood two steps in front of her, and the first thing he said was: Happy New Year.

Sheng Qianyu looked at him, tears shining more, smiled, and repeated: I'm back.

George Sheng understood what she meant, but it was too late.

He opened his thin lips and said, How long have you been here? I'll take you back.

Sheng Qianyu looked at him without blinking, but tears blurred her vision. She spoke again, but her voice was choked with sobs: I'm back, George Sheng, I'm back...

George Sheng said nothing, watching the tears from Sheng Qianyu's eyes roll down, falling on the fox fur coat on her chest, and disappearing in an instant.

Somehow, he suddenly remembered the snowman Song Xi built on Cuicheng Mountain. Two balls stacked together form a snowman. Her thinking is as simple as that of a child under five years old.

George Sheng was actually a little distracted. Sheng Qianyu noticed through her blurred vision that her heart suddenly hurt. She raised her hands to wipe away her tears. She took the initiative to step forward, raised her arms and said, I miss you so much.

She wanted to hug him, but George Sheng raised his hand and gently grabbed her arm.

Before he could speak, Sheng Qianyu moved forward stubbornly and said at the same time: I know you are angry with me, why don't I tell you I'm sorry?

Tears fell instantly, but George Sheng stubbornly stopped her. The two were obviously only one step away, but this hug could not be reached.