It’s just that in this world, when ordinary people look at people, many people like to think about themselves, which is normal.
Even the security guard at the door looked at Song Sanxi a little strangely.
But what about it? Why don’t you go in?
Back at Mei Yuzhen's house, Song Sanxi helped Wang Xia pick up things, both big and small.
Apparently, most of the things were bought for Mei Yuzhen, including clothes, shoes, socks, bracelets, and watches.
After putting down their things, Song Sanxi smiled lightly and said, "Sister Xia, you are quite filial!"
"That is, my godmother is good to me, so of course I am good to her! She is my only relative in this world."
Wang Xia's words come from the bottom of her heart.
Song Sanxi secretly felt that it would be really difficult to ease the father-daughter conflict between her and Wang Wenhong.
However, he smiled and said, "Seeing that you bought so many things for Aunt Mei, are you planning to go back to Zhonghai?"
Wang Xia said seriously: "Yes, it is true. I haven't had an injection in a few days. I feel unaccustomed to it and I am afraid that my condition will rebound."
Song Sanxi smiled and said, "If you have a relaxed attitude, take medicine on time, and have a retained filiform needle, the condition will not rebound, but fruit can."
"Ah, you, bad guy..." Wang Xia blushed and pinched Song Sanxi's arm. Her shy voice was very flirtatious, "Can you be more serious?"
Song Sanxi smiled lightly, "I am a serious person, but your fruit is not serious, do you blame me?"
"Ah! I've killed you!"
Wang Xiayao was angry and tried to twist Song Sanxi's arm again.
But Song Sanxi dodged and said, "Okay, don't make a fuss, go get ready, it's time to get an injection. You've been shopping in the mall for a long time and you're covered in sweat. How do you ask me to do it?"
Wang Xia couldn't help it, "Bad guy, bad man, hum..."
But she still wanted to get an acupuncture treatment, so she went back to the room obediently and got ready to take a shower.
Song Sanxi went to the viewing terrace and sat down.
A maid came up and helped make tea.
Smoking cigarettes, drinking good tea, and looking at the scenery of the provincial capital in this half afternoon, I feel pretty good.
The sun is relatively bright and warm on my body.
This can make people feel better.
After all, Su Youqing disappeared on purpose, which became a concern in Godfather Xi's heart.
Looking at the setting sun in the west, he was fascinated.
Wang Xia packed up and got ready and came out to take a look.
Inexplicably, my heartbeat accelerated a bit.
He was sitting on an expensive rattan chair.
A handsome face, with a pair of deep eyes exuding a faint light in the sun.
Holding a cigarette, the smoke rises and sways with the gentle wind.
His quiet temperament is like a god in the world.
Motionless, like a statue.
There is no disharmony anywhere.
Song Sanxi didn't notice her arrival.
Wang Xia had a thought and did not greet him.
She just went back and opened the music room door.
Once inside, the window opens gently, and there is a viewing terrace to the side.
Song Sanxi's back remains the same.
Wang Xia pursed her lips and smiled, as playfully as a girl.
Sitting next to the piano that her godmother bought for her, she started playing "Qingxinqu".
The long sound of the piano gradually brought Song Sanxi back from her thoughts.
He turned around to look for the sound.
Wang Xia was playing the music gracefully and gave him a cute look.
That look in his eyes was a little alluring.
Song Sanxi couldn't help but smile and threw away the cigarette butt.
Take a sip of tea, light a new cigarette, lie down, close your eyes, and listen to the sound of the piano.
This feeling, well, is indeed quite enjoyable...
Seeing him enjoying himself, Wang Xia smiled knowingly.
There is a sense of accomplishment and a happy experience of dedication.
After all, under the instigation of her godmother, she really planned to develop a relationship with Song Sanxi.
This man is indeed charming and capable.
Wang Xia thought about the younger generation of men she had seen in her life. Who could be as outstanding as Song Sanxi?
When it comes to facial features, body and temperament, and ability, who can keep up?
Who would believe that he is a prodigal?
Only her brother Wang Hui is really a waste of money.
Not even a toe can compare to Song Sanxi.
Thinking about what Song Sanxi did, Wang Xia felt that it was so exciting!
This former student is awesome!
By the time she finished playing the song, she felt very comfortable.
This is a song written by Song Sanxi! Let’s just say this guy is awesome, right?
Song Sanxi stood up, faced the window, and clapped her hands.
A smile on his face.
The sun shines down, and his handsome face has a charming radiance.
Wang Xia smiled, feeling happy and secretly proud, "Sanxi, how are you? My sister's piano skills have improved a lot, haven't she?"
Song Sanxi's smile dropped and she nodded seriously, "Well, my piano skills are pretty good and I'm a little taller, but maybe she's not even close to me, right?"
"Tch, Smell... you are the only one who can play the piano. I will definitely surpass you in the future, hum!"
Wang Xia gave him a very charming look.
"Okay, I look forward to that day. Let's go back to the house and start the acupuncture."
Song Sanxi waved his hands, very cool and unrestrained.
Turn around and disappear on the terrace.
Wang Xia's mood was a little high and she was excited.
Go back to her bedroom immediately and get ready, because there will still be a while before Song Sanxi comes.
After she lay down and got ready, Song Sanxi came in.
"Hey! Sister Xia, you are fast enough, why can't you wait so long?"
Wang Xia's eyes widened, "Fuck you, hurry up and stab me!"
Song Sanxi nodded, went to wash her hands, came out, and took out the needle she had with her.
Then, he uncovered the towel and exclaimed again: "Oh~~~~"
"Oh what?"
"Oh, my piano skills have improved, and my fruits have also grown."
"Ah, you...said I'm getting fat?"
"No, you must pay attention to exercise, running and so on, so you are not fat, but the height of the fruit has increased a bit, and it does not droop downward..."
"Dead people are so annoying..."
"..."
Just like that, joking and communicating.
Song Sanxi started his treatment mode.
First use the squeezing method to squeeze out all the filiform needles.
I have my own experience with this feeling, but it’s uncomfortable anyway.
Then, start his treatment process.
Wang Xia, I really enjoyed it.
Even, it feels a little strange.
Women can easily become emotional when their thoughts change.
She feels very shy.
When the acupuncture was finished, Song Sanxi took away the needles and sighed, "Oh, the sea water has risen more than Qin Ji..."
After that, go out directly.
Wang Xia lay there and thought for a while before realizing something.
With his face flushed, he got up, fuming again and again, and rushed to the bathroom...
By the time Wang Xia had finished cleaning up, Song Sanxi had returned to the viewing balcony and sat down.
Smoking cigarettes, drinking tea, leisurely.
Wang Xia came over, sat down, and poured herself a cup of tea.
"Sister Xia, how do you feel?"
Wang Xia blushed, "How about what?"
"The effect of acupuncture!"
"Oh, it's okay! By the way, Sanxi, it's almost time to cook. How about you teach me how to cook?"
"Cooking?" Song San asked curiously.
"Yeah, what's wrong with cooking?"
"Haha, your cooking skills are just like a dish."
"You..." Wang Xia was a little shy. She raised her little hand and wanted to pinch him, but she still put away her temper. "Yeah, I'm just a loser. Don't you want to learn from you? I want to go back tomorrow.
Come on, let’s cook a delicious meal for my godmother!”