Chapter 84 (1/2)

George Sheng doesn't like to fool around. Before Chang jingle and Chang jingle find out, he asks Yuanbao to drive him home.

It was nearly two o'clock in the morning. Georgeson sat in the back of the car and was quiet until he suddenly asked, ”is she still hanging out?”

Yuanbao subconsciously looked back in the rearview mirror, and saw Georges Sheng still closed his eyes, but he couldn't see the look in his eyes.

After a little meal, Yuanbao said, ”before 12 o'clock, they called once and said that Song Xi had already returned to Cuicheng mountain.”

The car was quiet again. Half an hour later, Yuanbao drove the car back to the door of the villa.

George Sheng opens the door and walks into the porch. He catches a glimpse of Song Xi's shoes neatly placed on the right, which is the pair she wore last night. Somehow, he imagines that she was sitting on the swing last night, lonely and helpless.

It's normal for song Yuanqing to cry after such a big accident, but instead of being defeated by the current results, she has the courage to say to him that she hopes he will take care of song Yuanqing. This kind of courage and mind is not what ordinary women have.

How does George Sheng describe Song Xi?

Reason? atmosphere? Smart?

Seems not accurate, because he has a word in his mind: ruthless.

Yes, the women who can bear the pressure are always ruthless roles, worthy of Yuanbao's admiration.

After changing his shoes, Georges Sheng went up to the second floor without even looking at the steps on the third floor. It doesn't matter how Song Xi feels. He only cares a little. In the next three years, he and she are sure to be tied together. She doesn't want to make any moths for him.

On the third floor, Song Xi's room was dark. She spent the whole day in the fishing ground, sweating. The first thing she did when she came back at night was to turn on the air conditioner. The temperature was so low that she fell on the bed. She was very tired, either sleeping or half fainting.

Dazed, she had a dream, which was full of scattered fragments, including song Yuanqing, George Sheng and familiar faces, but she couldn't name them for a moment.

When she opens her eyes again, Song Xi is awakened by the cold. No wonder it's winter in her dream, because the room temperature is only 20 degrees, and the air is cold.

Weak all over and heavy headed, Song Xi takes the remote control to turn off the air conditioner.

With her arms retracted into the quilt, she first thought whether she was late. Today, the hospital did not arrange the operation. Then she suddenly thought that she and Ding Huiqin had asked for a long leave, and she didn't have to go to the hospital during this time.

It's hard to take a vacation all year round. Song Xi is paralyzed in bed. Because of the cold air in the room, she is so cold that she covers half her face with a quilt and curls up.

Recalling the pictures of yesterday and the day before yesterday, tears came as scheduled, and finally hid in a place where no one was. She could show her sadness without fear. She didn't have to be afraid of strange eyes, sympathetic expressions, and schadenfreude.

From morning till night, he wakes up when he goes to bed. This time, he is really in a trance. Song Xi spent two days and one night eating a few mouthfuls of noodles last morning and drinking water the rest of the time.

She didn't mean to punish herself, but she was not hungry and didn't want to eat. Maybe she subconsciously told herself that she wanted to share the pain with song Yuanqing in this way.

All day long, she felt very uncomfortable. Her limbs were soft and her head was aching. Song Xi knew that she had caught a cold by blowing air conditioner. She didn't want to go downstairs to search Georges Sheng's drawer for medicine, and she didn't want to call Han Chunmeng or Gu Dongxu. She found the oldest prescription for sweating.