Life With You

In the quiet doctor's lounge, Song Xi was sleeping peacefully on the bed. George Sheng was sitting in a wheelchair beside the bed, holding one of her hands, interlocking with her fingers, and touching her cheek with the other hand, his eyes soft and proud. But also apologetic.

Along the way between the two of them, she suffered a lot of grievances. If the hurtful words in the past were still invisible, then last night was a real brush with death. He had vowed to Song Yuanqing promised to protect her, but as a result, the storms and waves she faced were all caused by him.

As a man, he blamed himself for not being able to give her a stable world, but as her man, he saw that she was not afraid of danger in times of crisis. She accompanied him to the car carrying Yuanbao, drove all the way back to the hospital, and called to make arrangements. Preparation... When he woke up, Yuanbao's surgery had been completed, and she did it herself.

He understood that she was repaying the favor he owed Yuan Bao, and she must have been thinking that there was nothing she could do to help, and the only thing she could do was this.

When she wakes up, he will tell her personally: You are really great, and I am lucky to meet you.

After spending an hour with Song Xi in the lounge, George Sheng budgeted in his heart that Tong Hao should be back.

Bringing the back of Song Xi's hand to his lips and kissing it, George Sheng said to the sleeping Song Xi, Sleep well and come to see you later.

Now there are a lot of things waiting for him to do outside. What he owes everyone must be paid off one by one.

George Sheng pushed the wheelchair back to the ward. Chang Jingle and Ruan Boyan spent the night on the sofa. They were so sleepy that they fell into a trance. He said, You guys go back first.

Everyone is not an outsider, and no one needs to be polite to anyone. They were watching here before because Yuan Bao fell and Tong Hao was not in Night City. Now that George Sheng is awake, there are some things that only he can do, but Chang Jingle and Ruan Boyan cannot participate. This is an unwritten rule among friends.

The two stood up, and Chang Jingle said, Call if you need something.

George Sheng said hmm, and when Ruan Boyan passed by him, he reached out and patted his shoulder. Silence is better than sound. Don't worry, everyone is here.

After the two left, only George Sheng and Tong Hao were left in the main room. George Sheng glanced at him, and Tong Hao said: I sent Xiaojie to the old house, and I just asked someone to pick up Asen. go back.

After that, there was silence for more than ten seconds. When the sour feeling washed away by sadness gradually faded, Tong Hao spoke again, his voice more cold and murderous: The people who robbed you and Asen in the hotel at Cuicheng Mountain must be a group of people.

George Sheng's eyes were looking at something with a trance. Compared with Tong Hao's obvious sense of killing, his whole body was so light that you couldn't feel any emotion or anger at all. There was no expression on his handsome face, and his thin lips were open. , said aloud: It's the Hong Kong gang. They didn't expect that I would be so lucky that I could come out alive. If I ask Asen, he will definitely tell me who paid double the price for him before he came to Night City. He didn't help me, so they made two preparations. Instead of killing me, they could only kill Asen to silence him.

Tong Hao stood by the window sill. Even the early morning sunlight could not warm his murderous aura. He secretly gritted his teeth. He wished he could pull the person out and devour them alive.

After another long while, Tong Hao suppressed his anger and sadness and said in a deep voice: Now the clues have been cut off again. We can only find it from the corpse. I will go to the police station.

George Sheng said: No need to go. Yuan Bao and I watched it last night. They are all black market killers.

Black market killers only charge the middleman's employment fee and never meet the buyers above them. Moreover, the rules of the black market are extremely strict. No one can find out the employer's information, otherwise the business will be impossible to do in the future.

Tong Hao was so angry that he wanted to grit his teeth. Just when he thought he was destined to swallow this cowardly anger, not far away, George Sheng calmly spoke: Transfer people to Hong Kong and tell all the gangs there that from now on Starting today, within three days, if the real culprit is not handed over, I will kill them one by one.

I would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go!

Tong Hao raised his eyes and looked in the direction of George Sheng. He was so surprised for a moment that he couldn't even feel the anger. Not to mention that since George Sheng took charge of the family, peace has always been the most important thing. Just talking about the large and small gangs in Hong Kong, there are fifty or sixty. Sheng actually wanted to... be destroyed.

Tong Hao knew that He Yusen's death must be a great blow to George Sheng. A good brother died for him. There is no reason for the living not to take revenge. It's just that this method of revenge makes bloodthirsty people feel dizzy.

In the midst of Tong Hao's astonishment, George Sheng spoke again, his voice still very calm, as if he was instructing an ordinary engineering project, and said calmly: Be the first to notify Sifang Hall.

Tong Hao tried hard to suppress the surging emotions in his heart and asked aloud: Do you suspect Sifangtang?

George Sheng didn't blink an eyelid, and said in his usual tone: I couldn't guess that Ah Sen said that he had some issues with the boss of Sifangtang, so let's start from that and vent his anger for Ah Sen.

It's not a reason, because the strength is enough to crush, so you can do whatever you want. This is why Tong Hao is willing to call George Sheng brother and convince him to help him do things. Tong Hao is already very messy, George Sheng is even more messy than him, Tong Hao is ruthless, and George Sheng is even more ruthless than him.

He Yusen died. Tong Hao was very sad and wanted to take revenge. He knew that his enemy was in Hong Kong, but there were too many gangs there. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack. He didn't know what to do. George Sheng was much simpler. If there was one enemy, he would Make war on one of them, if the enemy is a group, then make war on a group of people.

In George Sheng's eyes, whether to start a war never depends on whether the enemy is strong or not, but whether he wants to or not.

There was a moment of fear in Tong Hao's heart, which was due to his awe for George Sheng. The man in front of him was the person he would follow for the rest of his life. However, the fear only passed away in a flash, and what followed was a strong passion. Tong Hao himself said that he was destined to be unstable in this life.

With hot and cold emotions in his eyes, Tong Hao said: Okay, I will definitely find the person and avenge Asen, and I will not let you and Yuan Bao suffer in vain.

When George Sheng was making a decision that no one else could make in their lifetime, the expression on his face was calm. However, when he talked about other things, his voice became deeper and his eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes.

It's not convenient for me to leave Night City now. Please go to Hong Kong and pick up Asen's family for me.

Tong Hao felt like something was stuck in his throat and couldn't speak, so he just nodded and said 'hmm'.

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Song Xi had a deep sleep, and everything in her dream was dark. She slowly opened her eyes, and her consciousness was blank for the first few seconds, until someone held her hand and whispered: Are you awake?

Slowly twisting his neck, Song Xi looked at the familiar face in front of him and moved his lips, but made no sound.

George Sheng handed a glass of water with a straw to her lips. As Song Xi drank the water, she gradually recalled the dull gunshots on the road, the corpses that could be seen within a few steps, the Yuan Bao covered in blood, and...

How are your legs? Song Xi stood up to look at George Sheng's legs under the bed.