Chapter 87

George Sheng doesn't have the problem of turning people's things. He is just looking for something to pass the time, so he picked up a hardcover book that Song Xi put on the bedside table. As soon as the book was opened, it was not a page, but a photo album. The first one was a little doll with a round pink face. His pupils were dark, his eyes were clear, and he grinned at the camera, The curvature of his lips made him feel familiar.

Sure enough, there is a row of small words printed on the lower right corner of this photo: Xiao Xi, Bai tianshengrizhao.

Sitting on the sofa, Georges Sheng can't help looking at Song Xi again. It turns out that Song Xi could see today's shadow after a hundred days. But at that time, she had a round face with a fleshy face, unlike the standard oval face with a sharp chin.

Continue to turn down, the album is Song Xi's childhood photos, ranging from a hundred days to a teenager, as she grows up, the beauty body becomes more and more obvious.

In the photos, she is always smiling brightly. Whether at home, in the park or in any landmark place, her smile is like a unique symbol of herself, which will never be forgotten.

George Sheng didn't experience Song Xi's childhood, but she was so happy with her smile. Should she have a happy childhood? It's not like now. Laughter is all about acting.

This idea instinctively appeared in my mind, so that George Sheng stopped for a while, then his eyelids lifted and looked at Song Xi lying on the opposite bed.

Since they realized that now, he has seen her smile and cry, but without exception, in front of him, she always wears a mask, hiding the most real idea behind the mask. She is on guard against him, so whether she is happy or not, there is no need to convey it to him.

Just thinking about it, Song Xi, who was originally calm, suddenly frowned, and then shook her head uneasily. She should have had a nightmare. What happened in the dream made her shiver all over.

George Sheng put down the album, got up and came to the bedside. He called in a low voice, "Song Xi."

A useless, he called a: "Song Xi."

Song Xi falls into her own world. Tears rush out of her thick black eyelashes. She opens her lips slightly and asks for help like a small animal.

George Sheng frowned and couldn't wake her up, so he reached out and patted her face in an attempt to wake her up. However, Song Xi suddenly raised his hand and grabbed George Sheng's sleeve and called out in a low voice: "Dad..."

She grasped him with so much strength, but her tears were closed, because suddenly, her white arm stretched out the quilt and lifted up the edge of the quilt. Georgeson frowned deeper, drew back his eyes from the mouth of the quilt, and turned to break her hand.

The harder he tried, the tighter Song Xi grasped. Even so, she didn't wake up. She raved and yelled: "don't catch my dad, please, don't catch my dad..."

I don't know if it's her excessive exertion that causes the needle on the back of her hand to return blood, the red color is too harsh, or her voice reveals too much pity and helplessness. In a word, Georgeson's heart is soft.

Soft hearted just a moment, he stood in place did not move, let Song Xi dead tug at his sleeve, sobbing.

"Dad... Dad..."

She cried sentence by sentence, the smaller the voice, the more suffocating it was.

It was only at this moment that Georges Sheng realized that she was nothing but a strong man in the middle. No matter how calm she was on the surface, she could not resist a serious illness behind her back.

In fact, he is not hard hearted. What Yuanbao said recently is not so disgusting to Song Xi. She is just a woman. Now her only relative is in prison. The world outside will only make her more lonely and miserable.

But for a moment, Song Xi's pillow is wet with tears. Georges Sheng can't get rid of it. He's afraid that the needle on the back of her hand is wrong. He doesn't want to make trouble for himself, so he sits down beside the bed to let her feel that he doesn't want to leave.

Xu Shi feels the relaxation of Georges Sheng, and Song Xi doesn't pull any more, but she is still crying, closing her eyes and weeping.

Instead of looking at her, Georges Sheng looked up at the medicine bottle on the hanger and thought, it's just a bottle with a big palm. Why does it take an hour? Why don't he speed up and make a quick decision?

Just as he was about to raise his hand to adjust his speed, he suddenly felt something wrapped around his waist. Georges Sheng quickly looked down and found that Song Xi curled up, put his arms around his waist under the quilt, and put his face on his thigh, facing his belly.

Her fever had not completely subsided, and her body was boiling hot, like a stove. Georgeson looked down at her face, and many thoughts flashed through her mind for a second.

The first thought was, did she do it on purpose? You want to get on his bed?

The second thought is, what did song Yuanqing say to her? Is it song Yuanqing who asked her to try to be nice?

The third idea is that she is willing to take the initiative. She is really desperate, so she wants to find a long-term meal ticket?

All the thoughts are that she has a plan for him. With Georgeson's temper, he should wave her away without hesitation, no matter whether she is true or false, dead or alive, but in fact

He did not move to sit on the bed, he did not find that there are so few seconds of blank, he is breathless, seems to be nervous.

But soon, George Sheng attributed all his unusual ways to seeing how Song Xi would play in the next step.

Anyway, it's a long night, and he's bored. Let's see what she can do.

When the air conditioner was not turned on in the room, Georges Sheng was held by a big stove and soon became hot and dry. However, Song Xi was still hot and cold. She huddled in the quilt and hugged Georges Sheng's waist. In a trance, the person in front of her was song Yuanqing, so she cried and said, "Dad, don't worry about me. I will take care of myself and eat on time, I want to save money to buy a house with a garden. You can grow flowers in the garden. The study will prepare the best tea set for you. In the morning, we will ride to the back door to eat noodles. In the evening, you will take me to the swing. When you come out, you will be old and can't push me. I will push you later“

George Sheng was wearing silk pajamas. Song Xi's tears soon wet the thin layer of cloth, which seemed to fall directly on his thigh skin.

She was so sad that she trembled all over and tightly held the back of his pajamas. "I will seriously look for a boyfriend, too. You say that if I have someone I like, I will bring it to you. But I'm afraid I won't find someone I like any more, and you don't like ah Yi..."

What she said was intermittent and sometimes illogical. She said everything she thought of, but Georgeson listened to it unconsciously and listened carefully. So when she said the word "Yi", his instinctive curiosity aroused her interest.