Chapter 115

George Sheng reminded Song Xi immediately, "ah, there's something wrong."

She still kept a small crack in the door. On one side of her body, she rubbed from the door to the door. She looked up at Georgeson and asked, "shall we go down?"

George Sheng turns around and walks downstairs. Song Xi walks a few steps away from him. When he arrives at the first floor, George Sheng deliberately goes to the dining room and opens a chair to sit down. Song Xi habitually stays away from him and watches him light a cigarette. She tentatively asks, "can I go to see my father recently?"

"Which day do you want to go?" George Sheng replied happily

Song Xi didn't expect that he was so easy to promise. He tensed his back for a while. After thinking about it, he said, "just these days. I want to bring something for him."

"Tell me in advance when you're ready," said Georgeson

Song Xi nodded, "thank you."

After that, George Sheng didn't answer. Song Xi took the initiative to say, "and that day, thank you for helping to clean up those two people. Yuanbao has already called me to tell me..."

Song Xi hesitated about how to use these words. He had thought about it many times, but it took courage to say it in front of George Sheng.

As Song Xi lowered his eyes, he cheered himself up secretly. He said in a voice, "if there are any people involved in the hospital next time, I will deal with them by myself, and I won't give you any trouble."

As soon as he said this, Song Xi's heart immediately hung up, as if waiting for someone's sentence.

George Sheng took a cigarette and looked to Song Xi. He opened his thin lips and asked in a voice that could not distinguish between joy and anger: "blame me for being a mouse and meddling in my business?"

Song Xi Xuan's heart suddenly trembled, immediately straightened his back, shook his head and said, "I don't mean that."

George Sheng said without changing his face: "you are so kind-hearted. You shouldn't be an angel in white. You should be an angel directly. If you kick someone out, you can do it once and for all. If you don't do it, I'll do it. It's not for you. It's for me to save trouble. If you have an accident, don't you want me to take care of it in the end?"

Song Xi's face turned red all of a sudden. She knew that it would not be a good end to mention this. She summoned up her little courage and said: "I didn't want to be a saint. I also knew that killing a cock and warning a monkey is the fastest way to reduce gossip. But I'm not you. My working environment is very important to me. I don't want my colleagues to feel uncomfortable when they see me."

"So you'd rather they hurt you than they're afraid of you?" Georgeson said

Song Xi looked directly into George Sheng's eyes and said, "you don't need to help me. Just tell me who I am. I can make her dare no more."

To tell you the truth, George Shengding hates the saint, but when he and Song Xi look at each other, he knows that she is definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp. In other words, she doesn't blame him for kicking Ren Shuang out of Xiehe, but thinks that he is wrong in his way and affects her.

If so, Georges Sheng don't open the line of sight, lukewarm said: "good, next time will leave to you to deal with."

Song Xi carefully tasted his tone of speech, determined not to be angry, she finally relieved, slapped a sweet date, "no matter what, I want to thank you."

George Sheng said, "it's even. You've been dragging on for four hours today."

Thinking of Huo Jiamin, Song Xi asked: "has she figured it out now?"

"It's only in her heart that she knows if she can figure it out," Georgeson said

Song Xi thought, this day can't talk.

There is almost no common topic between them. Either she has something to do with him or he has something to do with her. As soon as the matter is finished, his mind is full of how to say the conclusion.

George Sheng flicked the ash in the ashtray beside the table and asked faintly, "is there anything else?"

Song Xi immediately replied: "no, it won't delay you. You should have a rest early."

With that, she stood up and went up to the third floor with the take out bag.

Back in the room, when the door closes, Song Xi closes her eyes and calms down. When she comes into contact with Georges Sheng, she often has a heart arrhythmia.

Step forward, see the bed folded quilt, Song Xi suddenly thought, cat!

Song Xisheng was afraid that he would suffocate two woolly things. As a result, when the quilt was turned over, there was nothing underneath. Song Xi looked around and then went around to the other side of the bed. Two black and white cats were lying on the carpet, sleeping soundly.

Song Xi sits on the edge of the bed, several times tossing, all weak.

She's a very delicate girl. She chats with Huo Jiamin in the evening. Up to now, she doesn't care to eat. Finally, she's free. Song Xi opens the take out bag, which is a luxury Sushi Platter from Nagoya. It's packed in a box, with five layers and more than 50 flavors.

Upholding the traditional virtue that good things can't be enjoyed alone, song Xisheng calls coke to Qixi. Two cats and one person sit by the window. She eats sushi and pulls the salmon off the sushi to feed the cat.

Georges Sheng received a call from Chang jingle and insisted that he go out. He went upstairs, changed his clothes and went out again.

Yuanbao is not around. Georges Sheng goes to the garage to pick up his car. The garage is opposite the side window. Georges Sheng doesn't mean to look up, but the light on the third floor is bright. He inadvertently looks up and sees Song Xi sitting by the window.

She sat cross legged, with sushi boxes on her legs, and for some reason, she always reached out to the curtains.

Yes, the curtain in Song Xi's room is half blocked, just blocking the two cats. Therefore, George Sheng only thinks that Song Xi's action is strange, but he doesn't know what she's doing.

Song Xi finally wrapped her stomach, and her mood gradually improved. Sitting by the window, she shakes her head. Maybe it's a momentary feeling that someone is looking at her, so she leans to the right and looks downstairs.

The reflection of the glass reflected her beautiful face. Song Xi didn't see the person clearly. When it wasn't long before the car started downstairs, a black Land Rover turned around and drove away.

Song Xi was close to the glass and watched the car leave. He said in secret: isn't it Georges Sheng? If he had, did he see her feeding the cat just now?

Song Xi immediately came down from the window sill and closed the curtain. She still had half a mouthful of sushi in her mouth. She hesitated to go downstairs to have a look.

She is an activist. As long as she thinks it is feasible, she will do it.

Putting down the sushi box, she opened the door, and there was darkness on the third floor, except for the light from her room. Song Xi came down from the upstairs. The second floor and the first floor were all black. She went down to the first floor and turned on the headlight. When the light came on, she saw that George Sheng's shoes were missing.

My heart suddenly cooled again. This time, I'm sure that George Sheng drove away just now. Did he see her keeping a cat in his house?

This is Song Xi's nth time to feel that people still have to have their own nest. It's too hard to live under the fence.