Chapter 173

Georges Sheng didn't know how to write the four words of pity and jade. He had a cool face and asked fiercely, "what are you afraid of?"

Isn't he down there? Can he still kill her?

Song Xi is afraid and aggrieved. She changes her face with Georges Sheng. To shorten her life, she should have known that she might as well die together with seven Xi. Long pain is better than short pain.

Seeing that she could not move forward or backward on a tree, Georges Sheng encouraged her, "do you want to linger until dawn? I can't. You ask your cat to come down and open the door

Song Xi... Mother sells the batch!

It's better for her to fall and die than to see his ugly face here.

George Sheng didn't know what song Xi was thinking. She suddenly changed from riding to standing like a chicken. She thought that her encouragement played a decisive role.

Song Xi stepped on the palm of his hand, pinched two branches in his hands, and turned slowly to face the balcony on the second floor.

One of the branches of her legs extends directly to the edge of the balcony. The distance is about one meter to one meter two. She only needs to take a big step and reach for the balcony fence.

But standing under the tree does not hurt her back. At this time, she is standing on the tree.

A moment of anger can only inspire a moment of courage. At this time, Song Xi stood at the dividing point between the trunk and the branch, just like standing on the ten meter platform, secretly adjusting his breath. At the bottom of his heart, Ma Maipi did not know when to change into Amitabha. Song Xi opened and closed his eyes.

Under the tree, George Sheng was tired and frowned, "waiting for the iron tree to blossom?"

Song Xi doesn't respond, or even look at him. Suddenly she strides forward. Her scalp is numb. Her hands have caught the balcony railing, and the branches at her feet are very thin. Because of the load-bearing reason, she swings up and down. Song Xi quickly raises her legs and turns into the balcony.

When she was down-to-earth, she was on her knees.

However, there was a living Yama standing on the grass. He couldn't wait for a moment. He said "open the door" and went to the gate on the first floor.

Song Xi has an evil idea in his heart. How about if she doesn't open the door for him? Let him stand outside for the night.

Of course, such an idea can only be thought about. She went downstairs to open the door for him.

When the door opened, George Sheng changed his shoes at the entrance. Song Xi said with the same look: "thank you tonight. You have a rest early."

George Sheng listened to her concluding remarks and looked at her. His voice was low and provocative. "Do you think I'm full of gas?"

Song Xi was asked a Leng, straight look at him, Leng is three or four seconds later suddenly realized, "ah, I forgot, I'm going to do it for you."

Song Xi turns around and walks to the kitchen. Georges Sheng is wearing slippers and follows him. He has not slept well for two nights. Today is the third night and he is in vain. His heart beats a little fast. I don't know whether he is sleeping too little or angry too much.

More than ten minutes later, Song Xi came out of the kitchen, looked at George Sheng on the sofa in the living room and asked, "are you eating here or in the dining room?"

Georgeson stood up and stepped towards her.

There is a familiar fragrance floating in the kitchen. When Georges Sheng comes near, he finds that there is only one bowl on the table. Song Xi says, "I've made some more. There's something else in the pot. You can eat. I'll go upstairs first."

After Song Xi left, he sat alone in front of the chair, picked up the spoon next to him and scooped it. Red persimmons, white pimples, how could there be pink ones?

Take a closer look. It's ham.

George Sheng is used to the old three kinds of soup, persimmons and eggs given by Song Xi. Today, he suddenly has one more ingredient, and he's a little overjoyed.

I can't help but think of the couple's boring conversation when crossing the road today. He suddenly felt better and took a bite.

Pimple soup is still the old taste, but I always feel that there is something more.

Song Xi is a person who doesn't often dream, unless his mood fluctuates greatly during the day, or he has a dream at night. He finishes his meal for Georges Sheng, goes upstairs and lies on the bed. It's almost five o'clock in the morning.

After a short sleep, she had a nightmare. In the dream, someone wanted to kill her. She ran all the time and finally escaped to a dead end. There was only one tree in front of her. Song Xi heard the voice of George Sheng coming from behind. He was calling her name, saying that catching her would make her survive. She was so scared that she used both hands and feet and tried to climb up the tree, Just when she thought she could escape from the sky, her right wrist was suddenly held.

She didn't have to look back to know that it was Georges Sheng. In her dream, she was so scared that she couldn't find a tune to cry. Fortunately, at this time, the alarm clock of her mobile phone rang out, which dragged her back to reality from her nightmare.

After turning off the alarm clock, Song Xi is still immersed in the terrible atmosphere created by nightmares. She looks at fangyan'er eagerly. She is afraid that she will not be able to do it. If she goes on like this, before Song Yuanqing comes out, she has to go first.

After tossing about all night, Song Xi didn't sleep well. During the day, Song Xi was a little in a trance, especially during the operation, which required a high degree of concentration. After two operations, she fell on the bed in the rest room to make up for sleep.

Han Chunmeng also wonders that Song Xi has always been an iron lady. She hasn't been out of the operating room for more than ten or twenty hours. What's the matter today?

When Song Xi was a little sober, Han Chunmeng said, "we'll have a holiday tomorrow morning and tomorrow afternoon. We'll have a happy birthday together."

Song Xizheng smiles. Gu Dongxu calls to tell her the good news. The prison official has said hello. She can go to see song Yuanqing tomorrow for one and a half hours.

Usually, the visiting time is not so long. This time, it's extra time. Song Xi is very happy and smiles all afternoon.

Before going home in the evening, Song Xi went to the cooked shop to order a cake, which was song Yuanqing's favorite taste. Then he went to the pet shop to pick up seven Xi.

Back in Cuicheng mountain, Song Xi never thought that when she opened the door, she would be met by a huge German wolfhound, like seven?

Qitiao stands less than two meters away from her and stares at her. Specifically, she stares at Qixi in her arms.

Song Xi is still a little scared when he sees seven. Yu Guang sweeps them away. George Sheng's shoes are put aside. Is he at home?

One person, one dog, one cat, three pairs of eyes of different colors, check each other, look at each other, about ten seconds. The familiar cold male voice came from the living room, "seven."

Seven heard, immediately turned to run inside, Song Xi take advantage of this Kung Fu, change shoes to go inside.

Go to the open place, Song Xi saw George Sheng on the sofa, seven honest sitting on his legs.

He seldom goes home so early, and he doesn't know whether it's temporary or something. Since he sees him, Song Xi can't pretend to be blind, and takes the initiative to say hello, "you're at home."

Dog bites ass, for sure.

Georges Sheng unexpectedly did not pick her, only side head to her, thin lips open, out of voice: "is it OK?"

Song Xi looked down at the seven Xi in his arms and whispered back: "I don't want to vomit, but I have to adjust my mood slowly."

Georgeson said, "put it down."

Song Xi looks at him.

George Sheng said calmly: "let seven cure its depression."