Chapter 319

If you want to say that the name of Georges Sheng is very famous in the night city, too many people just hear his name but don't see him. Compared with him, people care more about Yuanbao. After all, Yuanbao is the important person around Georges Sheng.

The person who can ask Yuanbao to say "call me if you have something to do" can count a few fingers. It can be seen that he no longer regards Song Xi as an outsider.

That night, after work, Song Xi drove back to Cuicheng mountain to feed Qixi, coke and little wolf dog. Then she wandered to the kitchen. She had already taken out all the noodles and prepared to make a bowl of pimple soup. But suddenly, she thought of Han Chunmeng's mashed pork and potatoes and spent a lot of time in the kitchen.

After the stewed potatoes, Song Xi takes out the vacuum packed spaghetti from the refrigerator. Don't expect her to be able to roll it like Han Chunmeng. Innovation is her ultimate goal.

It's very quiet at home, only occasionally there is a clear bell at the foot, which is the bell on the neck of Qixi and little wolf dog.

Coke today is a gentleman, wearing a bow tie, no voice.

When the noodles are cooked and the brine in the small pot is cooked, Song Xi turns off the fire and is about to have a taste. The mobile phone on one side rings and looks sideways. The word "s" is displayed on the screen.

Song Xi immediately put down the things in his hand, opened the connect button and said, "hello?"

There was no sound coming from the other end of the mobile phone. Song Xi was puzzled to have a look. He was actually talking. A few seconds later, Georges Sheng's voice came out: "at home?"

Song Xi didn't know what happened to him, so he truthfully replied, "well, in the kitchen."

George Sheng said, "what do you want to eat?"

Song Xi replied, "pasta with mashed potatoes and marinated meat."

Georgeson pauses for another two seconds. "Take out?"

Song Xi flicked his lips, "I made it myself." He really looks down on people.

"It seems that you have been perfunctory to me all the time," Georgeson said

He always speaks coldly, and can't tell whether he is serious or joking. But Song Xi has known him for a long time, and he has more or less found out his temperament. If he is really angry, he doesn't bother to talk to her, so she replied well: "I'm not doing an experiment with myself as a mouse while you're away. If I succeed, I'll still give you a comment. If I don't succeed, I won't go to you and insult myself. "

Song Xi's sixth sense is that Georges Sheng is not a person who will call her and chat with her when she has nothing to do. What's more, in this special period, even if they are chatting with each other now, Song Xi is always on guard.

Sure enough, Georges Sheng changed the subject and asked in a voice, "are you really worried about tomorrow

Song Xi did not answer the rhetorical question: "what are you worried about? See your family? "

George Sheng is noncommittal.

Song Xi took his mobile phone and looked at the spaghetti on the plate. He was a little distracted and said casually, "the only thing I worry about is to give you trouble. In fact, it's a matter of heart whether I'll be there or not. If you feel it's not easy to arrange, I won't go tomorrow. I'll go to see my uncle another day."

She is too sensitive, or too smart, Georgeson's words can make her reverse thinking and throw out the steps ahead of time.

Smell speech, George Sheng low calm voice way: "think too much."

After that, without waiting for Song Xi to answer, he added: "if you can come, I will remember your feelings."

His voice is low and pleasant, and the content of his speech makes Song Xi feel numb in an instant. She knows that he is not a person who can easily express his feelings.

Song Xi took the mobile phone and said in a voice, "if you are a friend, don't say that."

There was a moment of silence on the other side of the mobile phone. After a while, Georges Sheng said, "you can eat."

"Well, you have something to eat. People are iron and rice are steel. There are a lot of things waiting for you to deal with tomorrow."

Hang up the phone, Song Xi for a long time can't recover, heart beat a little fast, can't say is nervous or how, may also be just some simple worry about him.

After eating and washing the dishes, Song Xi goes back to her room on the third floor early to lie down. She wants to get up early tomorrow. She plans to have an early rest, but she can't sleep after lying down. After all, tomorrow is not an ordinary occasion. Georges Sheng says that she can avoid meeting outsiders, but the Qiao family have to. He has analyzed the advantages and disadvantages with her for a long time. She insists on going, but it doesn't matter, However, no one can guarantee whether the future days will be earth shaking because of the meeting tomorrow.

In the dead of night, people are the most sober moment. Song Xi seriously thinks about it. Why did she take the risk to stir herself into an unpredictable huge vortex?

Is it an impulse? Or after careful consideration?

It seems that they are, and it seems that they are not.

But it can't be denied that the relationship between her and Georges Sheng is not only a pseudo conjugal relationship under the cooperation of interests.

Toss and turn, wake up, more than four o'clock in the morning, the outside even began to rain, at first it was just very urgent, behind not only did not stop the trend, but more and more big, hit the glass crackle.

Song Xi couldn't sleep. This time, she just got up and cleaned up. The temperature dropped suddenly. She added a small black windbreaker to her original black clothes.

Standing in front of the mirror in black, Song Xi sighed softly. From now on, the most important person in Georges' life is missing.

Yuan Baolai is punctual and stands at the door of the villa with an umbrella. When Song Xi comes out, they say hello. After getting on the bus, Song Xi takes out a thermos cup from his bag and hands it to him.

Yuanbao's eyes flashed with surprise. Song Xi said, "hot milk, drink something. I'm busy today."

Yuanbao was surprised and moved. He said, "thank you, Miss Song."

You're welcome. Just turn off the lid and drink it all.

Song Xi said: "we have known each other for such a long time. I always regard you as my friend. In the future, just call my name directly."

Yuanbao put down the thermos cup and said, "Sheng Ge didn't eat either."

Song Xi touched the bag, "I brought it to him."

Yuanbao's lips curved gently. "Thank you."

From cuichengshan all the way to Ningshan cemetery, which is about 800 meters away from the cemetery, there are already private cars on guard. Although George Sheng didn't tell Song Xi in detail, since he promised that there would be no risk of leakage, it must be safe.

Sure enough, Yuanbao, who was driving in the front seat, said at the right time: "I'll take you to Shengge later. The relatives on both sides of the old man and his wife are here, but I'll see you later. As for Shengge's friends, you can't meet today."

Song Xi answered the call and obeyed the arrangement.

Yuanbao's car drove all the way into the cemetery and stopped in front of a separate mortuary hall. He got out of the car to hold an umbrella for her. Song Xi's small black shoes just stepped on the ground and immediately got wet by the rain on the ground.

Maybe it's too warm in the car. She shivered when she came out. It was 15 or 16 degrees yesterday. It seems that it's autumn now.

As they walk forward, Yuanbao opens the door for her. Song Xi crosses the threshold. The first thing he sees is a large golden sandalwood coffin on the opposite side. Georges Sheng in black and Jen Lina in black stand beside her, looking at her.

Song Xi saw that they deserved it. She was just very surprised. She turned her back to her and knelt in front of the coffin. Who was it?