Chapter 224

Song Xi's physical recovery ability is still very strong. After a single injection, he took medicine to go to bed last night. He got up in the morning and was in a good mood. He cooked a pot of pimple Soup for George Sheng before he left.

Today, I don't have to go to the hospital to work. Song Xi wants to see song Yuanqing at the end of the month. What can I bring him? Take advantage of the time to go around the mall.

Her name is not Han Chunmeng, because Han Chunmeng is on a day shift today.

After entering the shopping mall, Song Xi went to several men's clothing stores and picked out the shirt, pants, shoes and belt for song Yuanqing.

Song Yuanqing is a man with a lot of thoughts on his work. His life can almost be described as slovenness. His life assistant can't manage him, so he always asks Song Xi to buy some necessary things for song Yuanqing.

Although song Yuanqing is not in his position now, Song Xi still hopes that he will be in good shape. It's just a hard work. What if he doesn't do it? I'll have a rest.

Carrying six or seven shopping bags, Song Xi strolls around, and suddenly sees a new stationery and tea set shop in front of him. Her old song has no hobbies in his life. Besides fishing and drinking tea, Song Xi can't buy him a fishing rod. Although she brought him a set of tea sets last time, she still wants to choose another one.

It's just like a father loves his daughter and wants to give her all the dolls in the world. The reverse is the same. Now Song Xi wants to give song Yuanqing up. How can he be happy.

Walking to the door of the shop, a shop assistant in a Republic of China Qipao dress standing not far away immediately came forward and said with a smile: "Hello, welcome to mingyuezhai."

Song Xi smiles, nods and walks in.

From the outside, the store is of ordinary size, but after entering it, I found that there are at least three stores in the store, with all kinds of simple shelves, and the use of barrier landscape pattern to create a special artistic conception. It can be seen that the store has great taste.

Originally, Song Xi just wanted to have a look. After a few steps, she found that she might have to take a serious look.

The shop assistant looked at Song Xi with a lot of shopping bags in his hand and said with a smile, "we have a place to store things here. Would you like to put them away?"

Song Xi answered, "good."

"I'll get it for you."

"Thank you."

Don't carry many bags, Song Xi light hands and feet, sure enough, feel happy to see things.

The shop assistant followed her one step behind her. Whenever Song Xi stopped for a while, the shop assistant would explain carefully.

Standing in front of a two meter high mural stone, Song Xi looked up from top to bottom and asked, "is this Mr. Zhao's horse racing?"

With a knowing smile, the shop assistant also knew that Song Xi was an expert, nodded and said, "that's right. This is a three to one size, which has expanded Mr. Zhao Wuji's masterpiece."

Song Xi said: "the author is very powerful. Ordinary people can't draw such a large size painting well."

The shop assistant said with a smile, "it was painted by our boss himself."

Song Xi was a bit surprised, but soon relieved that the boss is an expert. No wonder there is a style in scoring here.

Standing on one side of the mural stone, they couldn't see the direction of the door. Song Xi had a rare leisure and was planning to have a good edification. Soon after the clinker stood, he heard a familiar voice coming from the other side of the mural stone, "how much is this teapot?"

The clerk politely replied, "the price of this model is 88000 yuan."

"It's too expensive." Another familiar female voice came.

The assistant said: "this purple clay pot is Zhou Guizhen's" drink of Yannian "series. It can be used for collection, and there is room for appreciation in the future."

The woman who asked the price before said, "if you give Qi Cheng a gift to his father, it's too cheap. Don't send money. Mom has it here... Wrap it for us, that's it."

Song Xi is separated from him by a thick slate. She hears what the other person says clearly. She doesn't know when her expression will become cold. Maybe when she hears the first familiar voice.

Walking around the stone slab, Song Xi looks forward. Not far away, three women are standing at a pot. One is a shop assistant, and the other two are about the same age as Song Xi. They are song yuan, and the other middle-aged woman is Song Yuan's biological mother, Dong Lijun.

The shop assistant was wearing white gloves and was about to pack the purple clay pot. Song Xi said in a cold voice, "wait a minute."

As soon as these words are heard, it seems that song yuan is surprised when she sees Song Xi, and Dong Lijun is even more surprised. After all, her relationship with Song Xi is rarely seen twice a year. What's more, since Song Yuanqing's accident, she has changed her residence and never seen each other.

Song Xi doesn't like to see their mother and daughter. Dong Lijun is a little afraid of her. There are not only accidents in her eyes, but also a little guilty and timid.

Song Yuan was the first to look back at Song Xi and said, "it's you."

Song Xi walked over without any expression. Standing in front of them, he looked at the stunned shop assistant. He opened his pink lips and said, "I want this pot. Help me pack it."

The assistant instinctively went to see Dong Lijun and Song Yuan's faces, and his eyes were full of embarrassment.

Song Yuan frowned and said in a voice, "we want this pot."

Song Xi raised his eyelids, looked at her coldly and said, "do you want it? What do you want? Don't tell me that your mother has money. Where did your mother get her money from? Do you want me to tell you? "

Song Yuan's face immediately changed, and her voice could not help but improve a bit, "Song Xi, are you ok? Are you a mad dog? "

Song Xi has endured their mother for a long time. Since the accident of song Yuanqing, they have disappeared from the world. Song Yuan has seen them, but she just helps outsiders bully her.

Now the two women are happy with the money given by her father. If Song Xi can swallow it, she will not be song!

Without immediately replying or doing anything, Song Xi just looks at Song Yuan with cold and sharp eyes, which is enough to make her face white and red.

Dong Lijun's eyes flashed back and forth, reached for Song Yuan's arm, and tried to squeeze out a few smiles. "Yuanyuan, don't quarrel with your sister, she will give it to her..."

Song Xi laughed angrily. She looked at Dong Lijun and said, "haven't you received the divorce agreement from my father yet? You two have taken advantage of our family for so many years, and even your surname has been taken away. Now that my father is not here, don't play family with me, OK? "

Song Yuan breathes in to reply. Dong Lijun pulls her for a moment, stands in front of Song Yuan, looks at Song Xi, and replies with a smile: "Xiao Xi, you know what your father is doing now. I was afraid you were too sad, so I haven't contacted you. As long as you like, we are still a family."

Song Xi's beautiful face was full of sarcastic smile, "if you don't go to the newscast, you'll lose your good acting skills. How about taking my father's money to be free and happy, and you don't have to be controlled at all? Is this the goal you've been striving for so many years?"

Unable to listen, Song Yuan took Dong Lijun by the hand and said, "Mom, let's go. She's sick!"

Dong Lijun stands still. Although she looks at Song Xi with a smile, her eyes reveal naked provocation and complacency, as if to tell her that yes, I have got what I want.