Life With You

George Sheng didn't know how to write the words love the fragrance and cherish the jade at all. With a cold and handsome face, he asked fiercely: What are you afraid of?

Isn't he down there? He can still throw her to death?

Song Xi was scared and aggrieved. Co-author George Sheng wanted to shorten her life in disguise. If he had known earlier, it would be better for her to die together with Qixi. Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

Seeing that she was sitting on a tree unable to move forward or retreat, George Sheng encouraged her, You want to wait until dawn? If that doesn't work, ask your cat to come down and open the door.

Song Xi... Mom sells batches!

Even if she fell, became crippled, or died, it would be better than seeing his 'ugly' face here.

George Sheng didn't know what Song Xi was thinking, but he saw that she suddenly changed from riding to standing like a chicken. He thought that his encouragement played a decisive role.

Song Xi stepped on a palm-sized area under his feet, pinched two tree branches with both hands, and slowly turned around to face the balcony on the second floor.

A tree branch as thick as her calf stretched directly to the edge of the balcony. The distance was about one to one meter. She only had to take a big step and reach out to grab the balcony railing.

But it didn't hurt her back to talk while standing under the tree. At this moment, she was standing on the tree.

A moment of anger can only inspire a moment of courage. At this time, Song Xi stood at the dividing point between the tree trunk and the branches, just like standing on a ten-meter platform. He secretly adjusted his breathing. The mother-in-law in his heart did not know when he had changed. Amitabha, Song Xi opened and closed his eyes.

Under the tree, George Sheng leaned back with his neck tired, frowning and urging, Are you waiting for the iron tree to bloom?

Song Xi didn't respond, didn't even look at him, and suddenly stepped forward. Her scalp went numb. She had already grabbed the balcony railing with both hands. The branches under her feet were very thin. Due to the load-bearing reason, they were swaying up and down. Song Xi quickly raised her legs. Climb onto the balcony.

The moment she found her feet on the ground, she felt like she was on her knees.

However, there was still a living King of Hell standing on the grass. He couldn't wait for a moment. He said open the door and walked directly to the door on the first floor.

An evil thought suddenly appeared in Song Xi's heart, what if she didn't open the door for him? Let him stand outside all night.

Of course, such thoughts could only be considered. She went downstairs to open the door for him with her heart in mind.

The door opened and George Sheng was changing his shoes at the entrance. Song Xi said with a straight face, Thank you for tonight. You should go to bed early.

When George Sheng heard her concluding remarks, he couldn't help but glance at her, and his voice was low and provocative, Do you think I'm full of gas?

Song Xi was stunned by his question and looked straight at him. It took him three or four seconds to realize, Ah, I forgot. I'll do it for you now.

Song Xi turned around and walked to the kitchen. George Sheng followed closely behind him in slippers. He didn't sleep well for two consecutive nights. Today was the third night, and it was all in vain. His heart was beating a little fast. I don't know if it was because he didn't sleep enough or was angry. Too much.

Ten minutes later, Song Xi came out of the kitchen, looked at George Sheng on the sofa in the living room and asked, Are you eating here or going to the dining room?

George Sheng stood up and walked towards her.

There was a familiar aroma wafting in the kitchen. When George Sheng approached, he found that there was only one bowl on the table. Song Xi said, I made some more and there is still something in the pot. You can eat. I'll go upstairs first.

George Sheng usually didn't respond. After Song Xi left, he sat in front of the chair alone, picked up the spoon next to him and scooped it up. There were red persimmons and white lumps, but why were there pink dices?

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be ham.

George Sheng was used to eating what Song Xi gave him, including pimple soup, persimmons, and eggs. Today, there was suddenly an additional ingredient, and he was a little overjoyed.

Inexplicably, he thought of the greasy conversation between the couple when they were crossing the street today. He suddenly felt better and opened his mouth to take a bite.

The pimple soup still tastes the same, but it always feels like there is something extra.

Song Xi is a person who doesn't dream often, unless his mood swings are particularly strong during the day, or he has thoughts and dreams during the day and nights. After cooking for George Sheng, he went upstairs and lay on the bed. It was almost five o'clock in the morning.

She hurriedly took a nap, but then she had a nightmare. In the dream, someone wanted to kill her. She kept running, and finally escaped to a dead end. There was only one tree in front of her to climb. Song Xi heard something coming from behind her. George Sheng's voice, he was calling her name, saying that if he caught her, he would make sure she could live or die. She was so frightened that she used her hands and feet to climb up the tree desperately, just when she thought she would be able to escape immediately. , the right ankle was suddenly grabbed by someone.

She didn't have to look back to know that the person was George Sheng. In the dream, she was so scared that she was trembling and couldn't find the right tone to cry. Fortunately, the alarm clock on her phone rang at this time, dragging her back to reality from the nightmare.

Raising her hand to turn off the alarm clock, Song Xi was still immersed in the terrifying atmosphere created by the nightmare, looking at the edge of the room longingly. She was afraid that she would die. If she continued like this, she would have to take the first step before Song Yuanqing came out.

After struggling all night and not sleeping well, Song Xi felt a little dazed during the day, especially since surgery requires a high degree of concentration. After two surgeries, she fell on the bed in the lounge to catch up on her sleep.

Han Chunmeng was still puzzled. Song Xi had always been a strong lady. She had never left the operating room for more than ten or twenty hours in a row. What happened today?

When Song Xi woke up a little, Han Chunmeng said: If you insist on tomorrow morning, we will have a holiday tomorrow afternoon. Let's have fun together and celebrate your birthday.

Song Xizheng was smiling when Gu Dongxu called and told her the good news. The prison administration had said hello and she could visit Song Yuanqing tomorrow for an hour and a half.

Normally, the visiting time was not so long, but this time it was even extended. Song Xi was very happy and had a smile on his face the whole afternoon.

Before going home in the evening, Song Xi went to a delicatessen shop and ordered a cake, which was Song Yuanqing's favorite flavor. Then he went to the pet shop and brought Qixi back.

Back at Cuicheng Mountain, Song Xi never expected that the person who would greet her when she opened the door would be a huge German wolfhound, it seemed to be called... Qi Tiao, right?

Shichijo stood less than two meters away from her, staring at her. To be clear, he was staring at Qixi in her arms.

Song Xi was still a little frightened when he saw Qi Tiao. When he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw George Sheng's shoes aside. Was he at home too?

One person, one dog and one cat, three pairs of eyes of different colors, restraining each other and looking at each other for about ten seconds, a familiar cold male voice came from the direction of the living room, Nichijo.

Qijiao heard the sound and immediately turned around and ran inside. Song Xi took advantage of this time to change his shoes and walked inside.

Walking to the open area, Song Xi saw George Sheng on the sofa, with Qi Qiao sitting at his legs obediently.

He rarely came home so early. He didn't know if he had something to do or something. Now that he saw him, Song Xi couldn't pretend to turn a blind eye and took the initiative to say hello, You are at home.

Dog bites ass, for sure.

George Sheng unexpectedly did not pick her out. He only turned his head to look at her, opened his thin lips, and said loudly: Is his depression cured?

Song Xi lowered his head and glanced at Qixi in his arms, and replied softly: I won't vomit anymore, but my mood needs to be adjusted slowly.

George Sheng said: Let it go.

Song Xi looked at him.

George Sheng said calmly: Let Qi Tiao cure its depression.