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Song Xi was also surprised for a moment, then she raised her beautiful eyes and said with certainty: He promised to give you the land alone?

George Sheng asked without answering: What did you tell him? It would make an old fox like Cheng Deqing willingly throw his eggs into a basket.

Song Xi was only 50% sure at first, she was also betting, but now that she won the bet, she couldn't tell whether it was joy or surprise in her heart.

After a pause for a few seconds, she replied aloud: He is looking at your face, I just gave him a reassurance.

We are all smart people, sometimes the specific process is not important, the key is the result.

George Sheng didn't expect it to be so smooth. Originally, he was only 70% sure of it.

Looking at Song Xi meaningfully, it was rare for George Sheng to open his golden mouth to praise her, but his tone of praise and ridicule was blurred, As expected, it's the medicine that cures the disease.

Like him, Song Xi replied meaningfully: It's better that you prepared the prescription behind the scenes.

The two were less tense and began to compliment each other. Although this compliment sounded provocative, in general, Song Xi was secretly relieved after the first battle was won. Success is better than failure. At least she put George Sheng here. With value, he wouldn't kick her away in a fit of anger.

But, inexplicably not happy.

When a person works hard not to win, but to survive in the cracks, the harder he works, the more sad he is.

George Sheng seemed to be in a good mood. After returning to the small building, he took the initiative to ask Song Xi: How is that man doing?

Song Xi took a moment to realize what he said, and replied, It's pretty good, my waist is much better.

George Sheng said, Let her come over and press for you for a while.

Song Xi nodded, Yes.

There are ready-made masseurs, so why does she still suffer?

Song Xi and George Sheng walked upstairs. When they reached the second floor, they went to the right and the left, just like passers-by who parted ways, never missing each other.

Song Xi took a shower, changed into pajamas and lay on the guest bed, waiting for someone to come.

The massage master was good, comparable to the 'Rejuvenation Hall' she used to go to in Night City. She lay on the bed and fell asleep again in a daze.

She had a dream. In the dream, a tall man with a blurred face was with her. Although she couldn't see his face clearly, she knew who he was. She hadn't seen him for a long time. She thought about him so distressed and tired, Aggrieved and wanted to escape.

But the man hugged her from behind, and shouted with great reluctance: Xi'er, don't be angry with me, okay?

Song Xi's heart was twisted like a knife, and he pressed his lips tightly, tears rolling in his eyes.

She wanted to question him loudly, but she didn't know where to start.

There was only her longing voice behind her ears, saying in a low voice, I'm back, and I'm never leaving again.

Song Xi couldn't help crying suddenly, and turned around, she hugged him tightly with all her strength, with only one sentence in her heart: I miss you so much, don't leave me behind.

The man hugged her and kept saying her name in a low voice, one sentence at a time: Xi'er, Xi'er...

The scene changed suddenly, and the two were already in the kitchen. The man was wearing an apron around his waist, and there was something cooking on the gas stoves on both sides, and the tip of his nose was full of tempting aromas.

He called her over, and she slid up beside him, watching him scoop out a small spoonful of pimple soup from the two-person milk pot.

The pimple soup was choked with tomatoes, so it was red in color. Before it was brought to Song Xi's mouth, the man blew it gently and carefully.

She opened her mouth to eat it, but it was still hot, so she curled her tongue and hissed.

Eat slowly.

Song Xi put his arms around his waist, raised his head and gave him a thumbs up.

This time she saw the man's face clearly, it was George Sheng, but in the dream, she knew it was not George Sheng, he was hers...

Miss Song, Miss Song?

Song Xi was woken up, and she opened her eyes slightly. She stared intently at a certain place, opposite to the window. After shaking for a few seconds, she realized that it was completely dark, and the light came from the chandelier above her head.

Turning around slowly, she found that the person standing by the bed was Yuan Bao.

Yuan Bao said aloud: Miss Song, Brother Sheng asked me to call you. I knocked on the door for a long time, but you didn't hear me.

It was necessary for him to explain why he came in directly.

Song Xi brought a full set of pajamas and pajamas when she went out this time, and she wore more in the room than outside, so she wasn't embarrassed. When she sat up, she answered, I slept too hard.

Yuan Bao said, Brother Sheng is waiting for you outside.

Song Xi responded, after Yuan Bao went out, she didn't move immediately, but sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes lost in thought.

The dream just now... I don't know why I dreamed of him. She hasn't dreamed of him for a long time. Maybe it's because she made lump soup a few days ago, that's why she dreamed of such a play inexplicably.

George Sheng was sitting on the sofa in the living room reading a book, Yuan Bao was teasing the giraffe by the window, Song Xi came out of the guest room after changing clothes, feeling inexplicably depressed, she asked calmly, Do you want to see Cheng Deqing?

George Sheng closed the book, looked up at Song Xi, and replied indifferently as usual: No, go out for supper.

Song Xi was a little surprised, he stood there and hesitated for a moment.

George Sheng got up, and Yuan Bao put down the leaves and walked over. The former said: Cheng Deqing called and told us not to go there.

Song Xi understood, in fact, she didn't want to go to Cheng Deqing's place either, because she would have to change into another face when she got there, tired.

Following George Sheng downstairs, behind Yuanbao Hall, Song Xi asked, Who else?

George Sheng said, It's just the three of us, who else do you want to date?

Song Xi murmured in his heart, he was used to acting, and he always felt that everything he did was for a purpose, and it was only the three of them who went out to eat, and somehow felt a sense of loss.

Yuan Bao was driving, and George Sheng and Song Xi were sitting in the back, she bent down to get in, George Sheng saw that her movements were much more agile, probably the pain in her waist was gone.

Song Xi was also very silent after getting into the car, and had nothing to say, but Yuan Bao chatted with George Sheng a few words.

George Sheng said: Go to Bihai Chaosheng, don't you like the water snake porridge there?

Yuan Bao said: I can eat anything, the main thing is Miss Song.

Song Xi heard the words, and then said: I can do anything, you decide.

George Sheng asked, Are you used to Cantonese cuisine?

This question was asked to Song Xi, Song Xi was not in the mood to chat and eat right now, so he replied casually: Anything is fine.

In the end, Bihai Chaosheng was booked. Song Xi thought to himself, the most expensive and hottest place in the whole Yazhou, celebrities used to have to make reservations in advance. Now they go directly like this, can they have a place?

But it turns out that she worried too much. Yuan Bao drove all the way to Bihai Chaosheng. Outside the entrance of the huge store, there were many famous cars. When he entered the magnificent hotel lobby, someone came forward to greet him immediately. When he approached the front desk, The man who looked like a manager glanced at this side, his eyes showed surprise, and he hurried forward in two steps in three steps.

He greeted with a smile on his face, Brother Sheng, Brother Bao, when did you come to Yizhou?