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If it was just an ordinary question, Song Xi would not have such a big reaction. The key is that George Sheng looked at her, as if he was watching a virus, as if he had confirmed her disorderly style, and there was something wrong in his stomach. illegitimate child.

Qiao Zhisheng looked at Song Xi, and the name A Yi almost blurted out.

But he also knew that if he asked, Song Xi would definitely get to the bottom of it. How did he know? I don't intend to be a nominal father to others, if you are really pregnant, please call ahead.

Speaking of this, a woman appeared in Song Xi's mind, and she said, I'm not pregnant, I know you're about to have a baby, don't worry, I will never disturb you, I promised you before, if you see When it comes to my dad, I will discuss the divorce with him. Now it seems that I missed the appointment, but except for the temporary inability to give up the half of the red book, I promise that it will not affect you...

Slightly dodging his gaze, Song Xi then added a meaningful sentence: When a woman is pregnant, her mood swings are greater. If you have time, spend more time with her and don't leave her alone.

Leave her alone and you'll probably be green. It's just that it's not convenient for Song Xi to speak directly to George Sheng.

George Sheng was not sure whether Song Xi's words were true, or whether he was looking away, but before in the bathroom, he saw that her belly was flat...

Two people with different thoughts are destined not to talk for long.

Song Xi couldn't bear the embarrassment at first, and took the initiative to say: Thank you today, if there is nothing else, I will go up first.

George Sheng said, I have something to do.

Song Xi looked at him, and he said indifferently, I'm hungry, you can make some pimple soup.

Song Xi thought to himself, you want me to make the big table in the dining room?

But after all, she owed George Sheng, and he didn't say anything else, just made a small request, and she had no reason not to agree.

Oh, wait a minute, I'll do it now.

Song Xi honestly walked towards the kitchen. George Sheng was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV. It was already past four o'clock in the morning, and the whole villa was brightly lit. Although there was no smell of oily smoke, George Sheng But inexplicably felt a trace of smoke and fire.

In the past, no matter where he was, there was cold air, even if the surroundings were full of feasting, feasting, and money, but the only thing that would not be there was the air of fireworks.

For a person like him, the last thing he needs is fireworks.

A person gets used to it, even if there are a hundred people around when he goes out, when he returns home, he will always be himself. Now that there are more people coming out of the house, George Sheng went from disgust at the beginning, to rejection later, and then again. Now that I'm getting used to it, it doesn't seem so unbearable, not to mention, the pimple soup that Song Xi made is really delicious.

Song Xi didn't want to eat the big fish and meat outside, so she wanted to go to sleep straight away, but when she made pimple soup for George Sheng, her appetite was also whetted. , At this time, the gas is also used up, and the hanging water will irritate the stomach to some extent. She doesn't want to turn herself into a burden to others, so when the pimples develop, she prepares another bowl for herself.

This kind of food saves time and effort, and within ten minutes, Song Xi came out of the kitchen, stood where he could see George Sheng, and asked him aloud, Where do you sit and eat?

George Sheng didn't answer, he got up and walked towards the kitchen.

There were two bowls of pimple soup, one big and one small, on the kitchen table. George Sheng pulled out the chair and sat in front of the big bowls.

Song Xi pulled out the chair and sat in front of Xiaowan.

Tomatoes boiled in a hot pot, and there was a poached egg on the bowl. George Sheng took a bite, secretly satisfied with the same taste as last time.

Song Xi held the spoon, lowered his head, and blew it to cool before putting it into his mouth, both of them were silent.

In a blink of an eye, George Sheng ate two-thirds of it, leaving only a thin layer of lumps and a poached egg in the bowl.

With his gaze slightly lowered, he suddenly said, Your father will be sentenced tomorrow.

Hearing this, Song Xi, who was sitting on the left side of the table, paused for an instant with the hand holding the spoon.

She didn't raise her head, and she didn't respond at all. Song Xi seemed to have been given acupuncture points, and remained motionless.

George Sheng took a sip and said, Seven years, a little less than expected.

Song Xi put the spoon into the bowl, scooped up a big spoonful, and with the curling hot air, without even blowing on it, he just put it into his mouth.

The scalding pimple burned the skin on the upper wall of her mouth instantly, but she didn't feel it, swallowed it whole, and then mechanically scooped up the second spoon...as if only this could calm her heart.

George Sheng said in a cold and calm voice: Your father has been sentenced, and many people outside who want to trouble you will stop. You can wait for him for a few years with peace of mind. Maybe it won't take so long. He will come out early.

Song Xi saw a large drop of tears falling into the bowl with her own eyes, and she realized later that she was crying.

She didn't dare to raise her head, and there was no taste in her mouth, but she had to do something.

All her actions were seen by George Sheng. She cooked too much for him this time, and he couldn't eat it. He simply put down the spoon, raised his head, looked in her direction, and said, Everyone has his own destiny. This world is very difficult. Fairness, if you do something wrong, you will be punished.

He didn't mean to embarrass her on purpose. In fact, according to his logic, he should comfort her and persuade her to open up.

Song Xi lowered his gaze, squeezed the spoon tightly, and replied in a deep voice, I don't believe it.

George Sheng looked at Song Xi, and said after a few seconds: What don't you believe? Don't you believe that he broke the law?

Song Xi was silent.

Suddenly the corner of George Sheng's lips twitched, and he said meaningfully: That's right, nothing is absolute in this world, there are winners and losers in games, it just depends on who decides the rules of the game.

Song Xi raised her head slowly and looked at George Sheng. Her eyes were swollen, they were not so obvious when they were closed before, but now they are opened, the original apricot eyes have become peaches, and the whites of the eyes are red, as if suffering from pink eye disease.

She stared straight at George Sheng, and said aloud, My dad was framed.

Her voice was very soft, and she couldn't tell whether it was doubt or affirmation. George Sheng continued without changing his face: Don't tell me, I'm an ordinary person, and I can't care about such a big matter.

Song Xi endured the sourness, and really wanted to ask George Sheng, but his expression made her swallow all the words abruptly back into her stomach.

Why should he help her?

What is his relationship with her?

He wished to keep his distance from her now.

Song Xi lowered his gaze again, scooped up a spoonful of pimple soup, swallowed it without chewing much.

George Sheng clearly saw that the momentary weakness in her eyes flickered away. He thought she was going to ask him just now, but she didn't.