Life With You

Of course, George Sheng did not appear in front of Song Xi on a whim, just as Gu Dongxu would not 'accidentally' receive a call from the bureau. Everything had been prepared.

George Sheng inquired that Song Xi had met Gu Dongxu before, returned to the city from the outer circle, and also entered Gu Dongxu's house. At that time, he had only one thought in his mind. Although he and Song Xi had a fake marriage, how was she doing outside? It doesn't matter, but the premise is that the rabbit can't eat the grass next to the nest.

So he transferred Gu Dongxu and thought about opening the door. If Song Xi was at home, he would say two words to her: divorce.

He didn't care whether Song Xi and Gu Dongxu were buddies or friends, and he was not part of the investigation team. In short, he was alone and alone in the middle of the night. He didn't wear this potential cuckold, but as soon as the door opened, he heard Han Chunmeng's voice, George Sheng felt relieved, he didn't say a word nonsense, and he came and went in a hurry.

He took the elevator downstairs and just walked to the black private car parked at the entrance of the community. Before he could reach out and open the car door, Song Xi's voice came from behind him, Wait a minute.

George Sheng turned around, and Song Xi walked up to him in a few steps, looked at him and said, Are you looking for Dongxu? He just left. There was something wrong with the bureau.

George Sheng, as always, said with a cold face: Looking for you.

Song Xi was a little surprised, but quickly returned to his normal state of mind and asked, What do you want from me?

George Sheng said: Half Harley is almost 150, are you looking for death?

Song Xi looked straight at George Sheng, not because he was angry or anything else, but because he drank too much and his reaction was a little slow.

After a few seconds, she looked away and whispered back: I don't want to die, and I don't want to cause trouble for others. I know how much I weigh and how much I am capable of.

George Sheng said: I don't like to meddle in other people's business. It's just that you have a problem outside. Your father, don't blame me for not being protective enough. Your every move will implicate me.

Song Xi thought of Song Yuanqing, secretly opened her mouth to breathe, and then said after taking a moment: I know.

George Sheng still had the same cold tone mixed with a hint of disgust, How many pairs of eyes are staring at you in the night city now? If you have the slightest clue to fall into the hands of others, your father will only be blamed. Add guilt.”

The implication is that when you are sad, you should hide in a place where no one is around and feel sad secretly. Don't go to the street to have fun.

Song Xi felt aggrieved like never before, as if a huge stone had been stuffed into his heart, and he couldn't even breathe.

She wanted to lose her temper, or shout a few words to George Sheng under the influence of alcohol, but after drinking so much wine, she still maintained some sense and knew who she was and who the person in front of her was.

Her lips parted, and she moved silently a few times. It took her a while to find her voice, and she said in a tone that was neither cold nor hot, nor salty nor bland: I won't do it again.

In fact, George Sheng had already planned in his heart. Whenever Song Xi didn't go along with him at all, he would definitely try his best to make Song Yuanqing regret threatening him. But Song Xi could endure it. Every time he thought she couldn't bear it, she I endured it again.

Just like now, Song Xi was obviously in terrible pain, but in front of George Sheng, she didn't cry or get angry. She didn't complain or feel aggrieved. Except for her eyes, which were always red and swollen, she buried all her worries in her eyes. From the bottom of my heart, I didn’t show anything to George Sheng.

George Sheng had seen many women, like Song Xi, and she was the only one. If he hadn't seen her burning and helpless and crying last night, he would have mistakenly thought that she was wearing a golden bell. Covered in iron cloth, he seemed invulnerable.

Standing there, George Sheng stared at Song Xi with his beautiful but cold fox eyes for a moment, opened his thin lips, and suddenly said: Get in the car.

Song Xi didn't know where George Sheng was taking her. She opened the passenger door mechanically, admiring herself that she still remembered when George Sheng was driving and didn't like her sitting in the back, so that he would think he was her driver.

Song Xi forgot how many cans of beer she had drank. She was feeling dizzy now, especially when she got into the car. The large leather seats were soft and comfortable, which made her even more sleepy. She even forgot to fasten her seat belt. George Sheng beside her reminded her, Wear your seat belt.

Song Xi's movements were a bit mechanical. Before the seat belt could be fastened, George Sheng stepped on the accelerator. She only felt her body swaying backwards, and the car rushed towards the road at high speed.

It was past midnight, and there were not many cars on the road, but there were not none. George Sheng stepped on the accelerator, and the pointer on the dial instantly exceeded 100.

He increased the speed so much that Song Xi didn't expect it. He was so excited that most of his drunkenness was gone.

In Night City, the general speed limit cannot exceed 60. Even if there are no traffic police on guard, no one dares to disobey the rules. But George Sheng himself is an exception. Looking at Night City, who dares to cause trouble for him? It's a blessing that he doesn't cause trouble to others.

Just like that, George Sheng, with an expressionless and handsome face, drove quickly past a car in front of him. Fortunately, he also knew how to wait for the red light. When he reached the stop line, he suddenly stopped and Song Xi rushed forward. The seat belt tightened her chest.

While waiting at the red light, George Sheng lit a cigarette. After taking a puff, he held his slender index finger and middle finger together and stretched out the car window to flick the ashes.

Song Xi felt uncomfortable in her stomach and thought of going home after a while, so she didn't say anything.

When the red light turned green, George Sheng was still leading the way, and the speed of the car soared to over 120. Song Xi leaned back on the leather seat, and the wind blowing in from the window blew her hair, and she could hardly open her eyes.

They encountered three red lights along the way, and they braked hard every time. Finally, when George Sheng stopped the car, Song Xi rushed out of the car, ran to the side of the road in a few steps, bent down and retched, she thought she must I would vomit, but it was just uncomfortable. I vomited until the circles under my eyes became hot, but there was still nothing.

George Sheng also got out of the car and stood on the side of the road lighting a cigarette. Song Xi was bent over, holding his knees with one hand and stroking his chest with the other. He couldn't stand up for a long time.

George Sheng said: If you regret it, tell me anytime. It's not a problem to send you abroad.

Song Xi's back was turned to George Sheng. She wanted to stand up, but her whole body was weak, as if she had fainted in the bathroom last night. She was afraid that she would really faint, so she simply squatted down slowly, and finally sat directly on the curb. He went up and replied feebly: I won't leave.

George Sheng didn't look at her and just said: If you don't leave, will you shed tears all day long and lose weight in addiction, or do you plan to spend the next seven years drinking to relieve your sorrows every day and take pleasure in suffering?

Song Xi was silent, and George Sheng held the cigarette to his lips. After taking a puff, he exhaled white smoke. After a while, he said: Either admit that you are not as strong as you imagined and leave the place of right and wrong; or Just pretend to be flawless so that no one can see your weakness. Like you are now, shouting slogans louder than anyone else, but actually living a cowardly life, who can show it to you?