Chapter 314 (1/2)

Song Xi was stunned for two seconds, but he still said, ”have some before you go?”

George Sheng said, ”no more.”

He had to turn around, but he turned around and looked at Song Xi temporarily, ”if I have something to call, I should not come back tonight.”

Song Xi looked at his face and nodded, ”it's OK. Go ahead. If you need any help, don't mention it.”

George Sheng said, ”you owe me more than I do. I have nothing to be polite about.”

Song Xi gently curled his mouth, ”I'm just polite.”

George Sheng gave her a cold look as usual, but I don't know if Song Xi is used to the big wind and waves. He doesn't feel afraid at all, but has a kind of inexplicable intimacy.

For a moment, she couldn't help but smile at him.

Seeing her smiling face, George Sheng wanted to kill her, but he took a look at it and immediately turned away.

Looking at his back, the smile on Song Xi's face gradually faded, especially when he saw the bowl of pimple soup on the table that didn't move... The woman who could call him away with one phone call was not Huo Jiamin. Who else could it be?

I've known him for a long time, and he's met all the friends around him. It can be said that Georgeson is an insulator of the opposite sex. Is it difficult?

Song Xi's brain suddenly comes to light. He suddenly thinks that Huo Jiamin says that Georges Sheng is a man who was hanged from a tree. Is it the tree in his heart that is looking for him?

Song Xi immediately raised his spirit, just like the paparazzi of gossip entertainment smelling the big scandal, but this excitement only lasted less than five seconds. Soon, Song Xi thought of his relationship with Georgeson, and immediately he couldn't gossip.

If it's true that someone's heart has come back and knows that Mrs. Joe's position is dominated by such an eyesore as her, how can you despise her?

Hanging line of sight, Song Xi bored mixing bowl of pimple soup, clearly half a minute ago still hungry, but now suddenly no appetite.

George Sheng is in a hurry. Song Xi is sitting in the dining room in a trance. Before long, his mobile phone rings. He turns his head and finds that it's Han Chunmeng.

”Hello, Da Mengmeng.”

Han Chunmeng's mysterious and worried voice came from his mobile phone: ”Xiaoxi, what are you doing?”

Song Xi said, ”nothing. I'm preparing for dinner.”

”Is there anyone around you?” Han Chunmeng asked

”No, what's the matter?”

”I feel that Dongxu is a little unhappy today. I ask him what's wrong, and he doesn't say. Do you think the Bureau will open it?”

Song Xi Mou son tiny pick, quickly say: ”he is not happy?”

Han Chunmeng said pitifully, ”I just came back and lost my face. I gave him red bull and he didn't drink it. I teased him. He let me squat in a corner to play. He said I was not in the mood, and then I went back to the house by myself... I'm afraid that he has something to think of now. You know he has one nerve.”

Song Xi is not careful to be teased, ”can he commit suicide?”

Han Chunmeng shriveled his mouth and said, ”if I don't make fun of you, he seems to have really encountered something unhappy. He is in a very low mood.”

With Han Chunmeng's seriousness, Song Xi's brain suddenly comes to light. Is it because of Qiao Dingxiang's death?

As soon as this idea appeared, there was an inevitable sense of seeing. Song Xi immediately said, ”are you both at home?”

”Well, during the day, he still called to say that he wanted to eat pineapple stewed pork and pickled cabbage stewed vermicelli. I cooked a table of vegetables for nothing, but he didn't move a bite.”