Chapter 12 (1/2)

Georges Sheng was silent, but his eyes were looking at him. He was silent for a few seconds. His thin lip opened. His voice was indifferent, mixed with a bit of laziness, and with an imperceptible sarcasm, he asked: ”what do you want to talk about cooperation with me?”

Before he spoke, Song Xi was always nervous, not afraid that he would ask, just afraid that he would not ask.

Hearing the speech, she straightened her back and said, ”my father has been an official for 20 years, and the whole night city is big and small. As long as you can call a famous official, I can find a way to help you get in touch, and I can certainly help you speak.”

George Sheng's lips sparked a naked sarcastic radian and kindly reminded, ”Miss Song, your father has fallen.”

Song Xi put her left hand beside the sofa, quietly clenched into a fist, but her face did not change color, even with a smile. She said in a voice: ”I know, people walk tea cold. But I know better that they valued me not because of me, but because my father was a vice mayor. When my father had an accident, they hid faster than anyone else. This is an age of looking at power but not people. As long as the forces behind me are strong enough, they will still greet me with a smile and recognize me as half a daughter. So as long as they feel that I am close enough to you, and then let me help you, you will save a lot of trouble“

After that, she added: ”of course, it's mutually beneficial. I also need your protection.”

Song Xi felt exhausted when he was hollowed out. But in front of George Sheng, she had to look confident. God knows that she was already at her wits' end. If she can't tell the truth to make George Sheng less angry, it's doomed to be difficult for them. No, it's her own day.

After a long silence, Song Xi didn't know what Georges Sheng meant. For a long time, he said, ”it's worthy of being from a high-ranking family, that is, he can judge the situation better than ordinary people.”

Song Xixin mentioned his throat, knowing that he was teasing, so he didn't answer at all. George Sheng was smoking. With thin cigarette in his long white fingers, he vomited out white smoke and said in a voice, ”tomorrow I'll have someone beat the money to your hospital.”

Song Xi slightly Leng, subconsciously said: ”thank you.”

”Remember what you just said,” Georgeson said

Song Xi raised her eyes and said, ”I do what I say.”

I don't know what Ren Lina has said to Jiang Jiayi in the kitchen. When they come out again, Jiang Jiayi's face is the same, as if to say that Song Xi likes George Sheng, and she has Ren Lina as her backer. It's not known who will win.

For Jiang Jiayi's attitude, song Xiwei has a feeling in his heart: do you like hot face sticking cold buttocks? George Sheng, a man with a strange temper and a poisoned mouth, fooled people with a piece of smelly skin?

George Sheng adheres to the principle of sparing words like gold and treats Jiang Jiayi as the air. Of course, he doesn't treat Song Xi any better. The key is that Song Xi has self-knowledge. If he doesn't give her sour words, she will thank God. Do you want a good face?

Originally Ren Lina wanted to create opportunities for Jiang Jiayi and georgesheng, but when she saw that several people were sitting on the sofa after dinner, Song Xi was sitting on the left side of georgesheng, and Jiang Jiayi was sitting on his right side. Other people didn't know what was going on. She knew very well that she didn't stay long after night. It was just before eight o'clock, which made it late.

”Zhisheng, you take Jiayi back.”