Chapter 97

For whom?

Song Xi felt sour at the bottom of his heart. After drinking the wine, he could not control his mood for a moment. He frowned and said in a deep voice, "I didn't want to show anyone. I wish no one in the world could see it. Now it's my father. Can't I even feel bad“

Tears in the orbit spin, she stubbornly do not let tears flow down.

George Sheng glanced at her and said indifferently, "it's really the second generation of officials who are used to it. All of a sudden, they have lost their aura. Are they not used to it?"

For the first time, Song Xi looks at George Sheng angrily. Her eyes can talk. He clearly sees all the emotions except anger in her pupils.

The four eyes are opposite, Song Xi is not afraid, Georges Sheng is naturally indifferent, thin lips open, his tone as usual way: "I said wrong? Your father is not dead and he is not injured. Now he is just dismissed and sentenced. You can see him once a month, and there will even be a special person to help your father and daughter convey whispers. Even before he has an accident, how much time do you have to sit down and talk with each other every day? "

After a pause, Georges Sheng continued, "to put it bluntly, he just changes his place to live. Of course, he no longer has all the rights he had before, so I can understand that you shed tears for this aura."

The last sentence is ironic.

However, Song Xi is just like being in a daze. He seems to be deeply confused and enlightened by an expert.

She didn't care about George Sheng's sarcasm, but suddenly figured out that, yes, song Yuanqing was not dead or injured, but just lost an official post. She could imagine the so-called seven-year prison. After all, she was a senior official, and unlike ordinary people, she could eat and live well.

Song Yuanqing is also a man of self-cultivation. His hobby is to drink tea and watch the news. The most time he stays in is time. There are plenty of news for him, so his life is not sad.

What else can she be sad about?

After drinking a lot of wine, his facial nerves are out of control. Song Xi's heart is so happy that he even raises his lips and makes a sound.

George Sheng glanced at her and thought that she was nervous for a moment, until Song Xi cried and laughed and said, "you're right. He lost an official, and he's OK. I used to hate that he had to go out early and come back late every day. Now I have a lot of time. I love to drink tea, watch the news and watch the news, so I should give him a long holiday."

The tears run down uncontrollably. Song Xi raises his hand to wipe them off. The radian of his lips is getting bigger and bigger. He doesn't know what he is thinking in his heart and turns tears into laughter.

George Sheng has seen women who can laugh and cry, but he has never seen such a woman who can laugh and cry.

Song Xi seems to have been lit at the same time. He can't stop his tears and smile. He can't say whether he is more sad or relieved.

In the past, whether she was crying or laughing, Georges Sheng didn't care much. But now, looking at her face with tears and smiles at the same time, he was unprepared and softened.

In the final analysis, it's a woman. She can endure the great changes in her family. How good can she be?

It's rare for George Sheng to be soft hearted. When his heart is relaxed, his mouth is also relaxed. He says in a voice, "you can't expect your father to live a lifetime, but your father will expect you in the future. If you have time to feel bad, you'd better think more about how to turn over“

Every word and every word that Georges Sheng said tonight is like a guiding light, leading Song Xi out of the fog forest full of sadness.

What song xijue's Georges Sheng said was very true. In order to express her gratitude to him, she stood up and faced him.

George Sheng didn't know what she was going to do, but Song Xi put her arms on her side, bowed to him 90 degrees, and said in a voice, "thank you for waking me up. I thank your family!"

The conscience of heaven and earth, Song Xi's words are sincere, just thank George Sheng a person, she felt not enough, so she would like to thank their family.

George Sheng smell speech, black pupil in flash what, heart bottom of the first reaction is: Ya exactly drink how much?

Just thinking about it, I saw Song Xi bending 90 degrees, suddenly head down, straight to the ground, just like a weight, Georges Sheng is instinctive reaction, a brisk step forward, reaching out to be able to hold her, if not, Song Xi sure face first to the ground.

Song Xi is really drunk, sitting well, pouting as if all the alcohol in her stomach poured over her head. She was confused for a moment, but she didn't know it when she fell into Georges Sheng's arms, and her arms were still lying honestly at the seams of her trousers.

George Sheng is holding her arms. Song Xi's head is drooping. His head is about to poke into George Sheng's pants chain. This is the first time in his life that George Sheng is so close to a "hooligan.".

If he doesn't help her, she will fall down. If he helps her, she will be a hooligan.

George Sheng black face, force a pinch her arm, deep voice called: "Song Xi!"

"Well?"

Song Xi has only a weak voice, but he doesn't look up.

Georges Sheng really wanted to let go of her hand, whether she was on the ground or not. Anyway, it was none of his business to disfigure her face. He didn't care whether she married or not. But the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't let go.

She is so drunk that no one knows if he leaves her here.

Thinking about it, Georges Sheng just gritted his teeth and stamped his feet. He took her arm and ran down to Song Xi's waist. As soon as he lifted his arm, Song Xi was like a coat and put it on Georges Sheng's arm. Georges Sheng held her in one hand and walked to the car.

"Oh..."

Song Xi hung her upper body, her stomach was strangled, and she felt sick.

George Sheng was startled. He immediately put her down and stepped aside to observe her reaction carefully.

However, Song Xi just retched and didn't vomit anything.

George Sheng waited for a moment, frowned and said, "are you ok?"

Song Xi couldn't say anything, so he just raised his hand twice, indicating that it was OK.

George Sheng's face was black enough. He even dragged her into the co driver's seat. When he went around to the driver's seat and tied his seat belt, he didn't forget to warn her on the side, "say ahead of time if you want to vomit."

Song Xi limped in the wide seat and whispered back: "it's OK, I won't vomit."

"Seat belts," Georgeson said

"Well?"

"Fasten your seat belt."

Song Xi's eyes are slow, "where is the seat belt?"

George Sheng's face is obviously covered with anger. He doesn't restrain himself from being angry with Song Xi, but he doesn't want to waste his emotions with a drunkard. Anyway, he still has to manage after scolding. It's better to save some energy.

Leaning over, George Sheng raises Song Xi's right arm and grabs the safety belt.

The light in front of Song Xi is blocked by him. She is confused and can't see who is in front of her. She just says what she thinks.

"Ah Yi..."

Her voice was almost babbling. If George Sheng had never heard of the name, he might not have heard it, but he did.