Chapter 56 (1/2)

Song Xi also had a moment's surprise, and then the beautiful eyes picked slightly, determined: ”he promised to give you a person?”

”What did you say to him?” George Sheng asked Actually will let Cheng Deqing such old fox is willing to throw the egg into a basket.

At the beginning, Song Xi was only 50% sure. She was also gambling. Now that she won, she couldn't tell whether she was happy or surprised.

After a few seconds, she said in a voice: ”he is to see your face, I just gave him a reassurance.”

We are all smart people. Sometimes the specific process is not important. The key is the result.

George Sheng did not expect to be so smooth, originally he was only 70% sure.

After a meaningful look at Song Xi, Georges Sheng rarely opens his golden mouth to praise her, but his tone blurs, praising and joking, ”it's worthy of a helping hand, and the medicine will get rid of the illness.”

Song Xi, like him, replied meaningfully, ”it's better for you to make a good prescription behind your back.”

Although the compliment sounds like a bit of provocation, Song Xi's heart is relieved that success is better than failure. At least she's valuable here, and he won't kick her away.

But, inexplicably happy.

When a person works hard not to win, but to survive in the cracks, the harder he works, the more sad he is.

George Sheng seems to be in a good mood. When he returns to the small building, he asks Song Xi, ”how is that person pressing?”

Song Xi a little bit under the brain to know what he said, echoed back: ”very good, waist much better.”

”Ask her to come and press it for you for a while,” said Georgeson

Song Xi nodded, ”yes.”

With a ready-made masseuse, what crime does she still suffer?

Song Xi and George Sheng walk up the stairs. When they get to the second floor, they go right and left, just like passers-by going their separate ways. They don't miss each other.

Song Xi took a bath, changed his pajamas and lay on the guest bed waiting for someone to come.

The master of massage has a good skill, which is comparable to the ”rejuvenation hall” she often goes to in the night city. She lies on the bed and falls asleep again.

She had a dream in which a tall man with fuzzy face was with her. Although she couldn't see his face clearly, she knew who he was. She hadn't seen him for a long time. She thought that he was distressed and tired, and wanted to escape wrongly.

But the man hugged her from behind and cried: ”Xi'er, don't be angry with me, OK?”

Song Xi's heart was like a knife, and his lips were clenched tightly.

She wanted to question him loudly, but she didn't know where to start.

Behind her ears, only her yearning voice whispered, ”I'm back. I'll never leave again.”

Song Xi can't help crying and turns around. She hugs him with all her strength. She has only one sentence: I miss you so much, don't leave me.

The man held her and kept whispering her name, sentence by sentence: ”Xi'er, Xi'er...”

The scene suddenly turns, and they are already in the kitchen. The man is wearing an apron around his waist, and the gas cookers on both sides are boiling. The nose is full of the smell of tempting fingers.

He asked her to come over, and she rubbed against him and watched him scoop out a small spoon of pimple soup from the special milk pot for them.

Pimple soup is choked with tomatoes, so the color is red. Before it is sent to Song Xi's mouth, the man blows it gently and carefully.

She opened her mouth and ate it, but it was still hot, so she curled up and hissed.