George Sheng turned on the phone and turned to the photo album. In the past, his photo album was a display. Except for the photos taken by Song Xi with his mobile phone, the memory is empty and embarrassing. Now there are obviously more in it, eight out of ten. They belong to Song Xi and the baby, and there are also a few portraits of Song Xi holding him, a family of four.

George Sheng clicked on a photo, then handed the phone to Song Xi, and said, "There's more."

Song Xi took the phone and the photo was of a villa under construction. Only two floors of foundations were erected. The appearance is not visible, only a dense jungle behind him. Then he flipped down to take pictures of the house from another angle. , The left side of the house turned out to be a piece of sea, the blue sea, and then turned down, the right side of the house was surrounded by a large area. At present, I can't see what to do.

Song Xi just slid down one by one. The house went from the simplest foundation to slowly being built. You can see the shape, the color, and the style. The open space circled on the right is now fenced. A horse farm, with slender British horses, and a cute little pony with a flowing hairstyle.

There are a total of forty or fifty photos. Song Xi turned over all of them. He raised his eyes to George Sheng beside him, and asked with bright eyes, "When did you ask someone to prepare it? Where is this?"

George Sheng replied: "The private island near Toronto, when you were pregnant, I let people go to see it. Today they sent the photos, saying that it will be completed in more than a month, just waiting for Qiaoqiao and Bojing. After finishing the full moon, I will accompany you to live there for a while, and when Dad is finished, let him go with him."

Song Xi told George Sheng that she wanted to buy a big house for Song Yuanqing to provide for the elderly. There should be a garden, and the yard should be full of flowers. If she had enough energy, she could raise some small animals. Anyway, she would face the sea and spring flowers.

He remembers, always keeps it in his heart.

Now he didn't just give her an imaginary house, but directly gave her a private island. The island is just their family, which is quiet and quiet, free from the world and the world.

Song Xi raised his arm, George Sheng leaned over to let her embrace his neck, her lips pressed against his neck, and said softly, "Thank you, husband."

George Sheng could kiss her face just by the side of his head, touched her head, and replied softly, "Thank you, it was originally yours."

He acquiesced that everything he had belonged to Song Xi, and that the process was just his help to supervise it.

Song Xi hugged him and refused to let go, and asked coquettishly, "You gave me such a good gift. You are about to celebrate your birthday. What can I give you?"

George Sheng said: "Qiaoqiao and Silk, what gift is more valuable than the two of them?"

Song Xi whispered: "I knew it should be a good day, so I will be born on your birthday."

The ink in George Sheng's eyes was softened, but he said: "Silly, then my birthday can't be passed?"

On the day Song Xi gave birth, George Sheng didn't bend his legs. He stood for a whole day. Although he didn't speak and didn't appear to be fidgeting, he could only experience the suffering in his heart.

Hearing the words, Song Xi hugged him even harder. He was the one he loved the most. Not far away, two babies were sleeping, and a family of four was neat and tidy in the quiet room. Thinking about it, they all looked happy.

Song Xi has been very emotional in recent days. At this time, she said with tears, "I have been thinking about it recently. Fortunately, I met you."

There are so many people in this world. Everyone has to rub shoulders with strangers dozens or hundreds of times a day. Some people can pass by because of fate, and some people will never meet in this life, Song Xi and George Sheng. It’s not easy to walk all the way, but it was difficult to guess what is now precious. She always wondered, if she hadn’t met George Sheng, what kind of life would she lead now, whether she was alone, or knew someone completely with him. different people.

Maybe that person is not colder than him, and more humorous than him, maybe that person is ‘innocent’ and there will never be a rain of bullets in the world, but so what? There is only one George Sheng in this world, and she can't imagine life without meeting him or passing him by.

George Sheng always leaned over his tall body, even if this posture was uncomfortable, raised his hand to touch Song Xi's head, and he said softly: "I am also glad to meet you, like you, and afraid of being old for the first time, afraid that my life is too short. Can’t stay with you and your baby for a long, long time."

Song Xi's nose was sour, and he put his arms around George Sheng's neck and said, "Don't be afraid, we will be together in the next life."

George Sheng suddenly asked, "What do you want to be in your next life? Do you still want to be a human being?"

Song Xi's emotions just came to the top. It was at the time when George Sheng asked such a question. She couldn't laugh or cry. She didn't answer the question: "Don't you want to be human?"

George Sheng said: "I didn't believe this, I never thought about it."

Song Xi said, "Then what do you want to be now?"

George Sheng said: "Look at you, I will be what you are."

Song Xi said, "If you want to last forever, then we will only be turtles in the sea."

George Sheng had no mouth poison for the first time, but said in a nearly addicted tone: "Anything."

Look, the power of love is great, let him go to the sea to be king... He does all the turtles.

Song Xi grunted her eyes, "Female tortoise...you agree that I have to think about it carefully. Forever is important, but it must be a little romantic, right?"

George Sheng said, "I'll change you to a pink turtle shell at that time."

A turtle with a pink shell on its back appeared in Song Xi's mind, and the corners of her lips curled up. She couldn't smile, "Did you peek at my joke book?" He said occasionally recently, really humorous.

George Sheng did not peek at the joke book Song Xi gave him. He read it with an open mind and had already finished reading it. Things that used to be boring slowly became fun. He didn't make jokes before. Now he wants to see Song Xixiao, and he will try to make her happy.

Life is not static, so are people. They are all fortunate that they have found the right person in the crowd.

Song Xi hugged George Sheng in a lying position for ten minutes. After realizing, she asked, "Aren't you tired like this?"

George Sheng said: "It's fine."

He didn't say that he was tired, it seemed that he was tired. Before Song Xilin let go, he took a deep breath on his neck and kissed him hard, then patted him on the back, "Let go of you."

George Sheng couldn't get up anymore. He nestled on Song Xi's collarbone, and slightly lifted his chin so that he could kiss her on the neck.

From more than six months of pregnancy to the present, the two have been in a state of abstinence. He fed her so full that she couldn't help it for so long. She couldn't help it several times, let alone the passion. Sb.

George Sheng put his arms on Song Xi's side, kissed her neck greedily and tenderly, followed by lips...

After the kiss, Song Xi raised his hand to prop his shoulders, and stretched the distance between the two.

"It's not working right now, we have to wait for a month and a half."

George Sheng's voice was low and dull, "I know." It's just an addiction.

Song Xi said, "Don't tease me, it's hard for me to control."

George Sheng heard the words, pulled her wrists away, pressed down and kissed her again.