Chapter 89

If it's just a common inquiry, Song Xi won't have such a big reaction. The key is that Georges Sheng looks at her like a virus. It's like she's sitting on the spot. Her style is not proper and she has illegitimate children in her stomach.

George Sheng looked at Song Xi and almost blurted out the name of a Yi.

But he also knew that if he asked, Song Xi would ask the bottom line. How did he know? He didn't bother to explain. So when it came to his mouth, George Sheng just said coldly, "I'm not interested in your private life, but I'm not going to be a famous father for others. If you're really pregnant, say hello in advance."

Speaking of this, Song Xi also had a woman in her mind. She said, "I'm not pregnant. I know you're going to have a baby soon. Don't worry. I will never disturb you. I promised you that if you see my father, I'll discuss the divorce with him. Now it seems that I've broken my appointment, but I can't give up this half red book for the time being, I promise it won't affect you... "

Eyes slightly Dodge, Song Xi then added a meaningful: "when a woman is pregnant, emotional fluctuations will be relatively large, you have time to accompany her more, don't let her stay alone."

If you leave her alone, you'll probably be green. It's just that Song Xi can't speak directly to George Sheng.

George Sheng is not sure whether Song Xi's words are true or just a diversion. But before, in the bathroom, he saw her belly flat

Two people with different thoughts are destined to chat for a short time.

Song Xi couldn't stand the embarrassment at first, and took the initiative to say, "thank you today. If there's nothing else, I'll go up first."

George Sheng said, "something's up."

Song Xi looked at him, he said indifferently: "I'm hungry, you make some pimple soup."

Song Xi thought, do you want me to make the big table in the dining room?

But after all, she owes George Sheng. Besides, he didn't say anything else, but he made a little request, and she had no reason not to agree.

"Oh, wait a minute. I'll do it now."

Song Xi walks honestly to the kitchen. George Sheng is sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV. At this time, it's more than four o'clock in the morning, and the whole villa is bright. Although he can't smell the smell of lampblack, he can feel the smoke of fireworks inexplicably.

In the past, no matter where he was, there was air-conditioning, even if he was surrounded by red and white, but there was nothing but fireworks.

I'm afraid the last thing a man like him needs is pyrotechnic gas.

A person is used to it, even if there are 100 people before and after going out, but when he comes back home, he will always be himself. Now there are more people at home. From the initial disgust, to the later rejection, and then to the present habit, it seems that he is not so intolerable. What's more, the pimple soup made by Song Xi is really delicious.

Song Xi didn't want to eat the big fish and meat outside. She wanted to go to bed directly. As a result, when she made gedasheng's pimple soup, her appetite was also hooked up. She hadn't eaten anything for a long time, and she was on top of it with one breath. At this time, she ran out of breath. The hanging water would stimulate her stomach. She didn't want to turn herself into someone else's burden, so when she got pimple, I prepared another bowl for myself.

This kind of food is time-saving and labor-saving. In less than ten minutes, Song Xi came out of the kitchen, stood where he could see Georges Sheng, and asked him in a voice, "where do you eat?"

George Sheng didn't answer. He got up and went to the kitchen.

There were two bowls of pimple soup on the kitchen table. George Sheng pulled back his chair and sat down in front of the big bowl.

Song Xi opens his chair and sits in front of the small bowl.

Tomato pan, bowl and a nest of good poached eggs, George Sheng ate, secretly satisfied or last taste.

Song Xi takes a spoon and lowers his head. He blows it a little cold before sending it to his mouth. Both of them are silent.

In a twinkling of an eye, George Sheng ate two-thirds, only a thin layer of pimples left in the bowl, and a poached egg.

Slightly hanging his eyes, he suddenly said: "your father will be sentenced tomorrow."

Wen Yan, sitting on the left side of the table, Song Xi, holding a spoon in his hand, stops in an instant.

Without looking up, and without any reaction, Song Xi seems to have been given a point, motionless.

George Sheng just took a bite, and then said: "seven years, a little less than expected."

Song Xi put the spoon into the bowl and scooped a large spoon. With the curl of hot air, he didn't blow it, but sent it to his mouth.

The skin on the upper wall of her mouth was instantly broken by the scalding lump, but she swallowed it without feeling, and then mechanically scooped up the second scoop... It seemed that only in this way could her heart be calm.

Georges Sheng voice cold and calm said: "your father sentenced, outside people who want to trouble you will stop a lot, you wait for him for a few years, maybe not so long, he will come out ahead of time."

Song Xi saw a big drop of tears fall into the bowl with her own eyes, and then she realized that she was crying.

She didn't dare to look up. There was no smell in her mouth, but she always had to do something.

All her actions were seen by Georges Sheng. She cooked too much for him this time. He couldn't eat it. He just put down the spoon, looked up at her direction and said, "everyone has his life. This world is fair. If you do something wrong, you will be punished."

He didn't mean to embarrass her. In fact, according to his logic, he comforted her and advised her to be more open-minded.

Song Xi hung his eyes, squeezed the spoon tightly, and said in a deep voice, "I don't believe it."

George Sheng looked at Song Xi and said after a few seconds, "what don't you believe? Don't believe he broke the law? "

Song Xi is silent.

Georges Sheng suddenly a hook, meaningful said: "also, nothing in the world is absolute, is the game will win, just see who set the rules of the game."

Song Xi slowly raises her head and looks at Georges Sheng. Her eyes are swollen. They were not obvious when she was closed before. Now they are open. The original apricot eyes have become peaches. They are white and red. They seem to have red eye disease.

She stares at George Sheng and says, "my dad was framed."

Her voice was very light, and she could not tell whether she was doubting or affirming. Georgeson said without changing his face, "don't tell me that I am an ordinary people and can't manage such a big business."

Song Xi tried to be sour and wanted to ask for Georges Sheng, but his expression made her swallow all the words back to her stomach.

How can he help her?

What's his relationship with her?

He wants to keep his distance from her now.

Song Xi lowered his eyes again and scooped a spoonful of pimple soup. He didn't chew it and swallowed it directly.

George Sheng clearly saw that the softness in her eyes was gone. He thought she was going to ask for him, but she didn't.