Life With You

Song Xi's expression was innocent, Just ask.

George Sheng lowered his head to eat. Song Xi thought he had a hot face but a cold butt. Unexpectedly, after a while, George Sheng's faint voice came, November 11th.

Song Xi was inexplicably made to smile, and the corners of her lips raised, Double Eleven.

George Sheng didn't understand her point and glanced at her, Why are you laughing?

Song Xike didn't dare to talk about the Double Eleven Shopping Festival and the crazy discounts on Taobao shopping, so as not to have her legs broken by George Sheng. She had an idea and replied: Singles' Day.

George Sheng gave her a meaningful look and said nothing.

Song Xi drank the warm white porridge and ate the sweet and sour radish in front of her. The bitterness in her mouth gradually faded away. Seeing that the evil aura on George Sheng's body was not too strong, she took the initiative and said: So you are a Scorpio, no wonder.

George Sheng didn't understand Scorpio and Scorpio. He only cared about Song Xi's half-hearted tone. He couldn't help but raise his head. He looked at her and asked, What's wrong with Scorpio?

Song Xi lowered her long thick eyelashes, without any partiality for revenge, and replied calmly: Scorpio has a sharp mouth and a soft heart. He never speaks well... but he is worthy of your birthday.

People like him are destined to be bachelors. If anyone can fall in love with him, it's time to see an ophthalmologist, no, a neurologist.

George Sheng turned around slightly and guessed that Song Xi was teasing him in a roundabout way. The key was incomprehensible. He was not angry yet, so he just replied: Yes, my words are not as beautiful as others said. It’s better than others making things look ugly.”

Song Xi, a face-saving person, immediately raised his head and looked at George Sheng, Are you talking about me?

George Sheng did not look at her and said calmly: Since you are right, you feel guilty.

Song Xi was choked and paused for a few seconds before saying, What did I do badly?

George Sheng raised his eyelids and the two of them looked at each other. He spoke and asked instead of answering: Then what did I do so dishonestly that you turned a blind eye to me and specifically changed the day shift to the night shift?

Finally, he couldn't help but ask. In fact, to put it bluntly, George Sheng was a person who couldn't bear to be humiliated. He would either lose his temper or ask questions clearly. He had to give him a vent, otherwise he would not recognize his relatives if he was pushed to the limit.

Song Xi was a little wary for a moment when George Sheng stared at her so directly, but the key point was that she didn't expect that he would be embarrassed to ask directly.

The table is 1.23 meters wide, and they are sitting across from each other. He is wearing a black bathrobe, and she is wearing a white bathrobe. His cold face looks like the most coquettish flower on the snow-capped mountains, making people want to get closer despite the cold. See her beauty; her face is no less impressive, and she can stand out from all the beauties without makeup. What's wrong with her illness? Being sick only made her a little more sickly and weak, but she was no less powerful.

She always speaks directly. Now that he has asked this question, after a few seconds of silence, Song Xi replies without changing her expression: You were the one who criticized me first, saying that I am living under someone else's roof, so why should I fight for the sovereignty of a cat? I was thinking about moving out, but the next day I found out that I had misunderstood you, so I immediately sent you a flower basket to apologize. You didn't accept it and embarrassed me in public. I fell from the tree and broke your mouth. I felt very guilty and also I'm so sorry. I wanted to apologize to you at that time, but you said you were afraid that I would die on your doorstep. You asked me to go to your house to cook for your dad, and I went, and you were the one who finally let me go.

Yes, I admit that I am indeed dependent on others now, and I do have to rely on others, but I can't kill people with a nod, and I can't stand cutting flesh with a slow knife. I really don't want to quarrel with you, and I can't afford it, so I have to hide.

When it comes to 'reality', George Sheng thought he was number one, but now it seems that he will retreat to the background.

When she said these words, she was actually very sad in her heart, but she couldn't bear to show it on her face. She broke her teeth and swallowed it in her stomach. It was okay to lose money, but not to lose face.

The two people still looked at each other. After a while, George Sheng opened his thin lips and said in a neutral tone: You actually hold a grudge.

Song Xi thought he was going to say something, but it took a long time to hold back the words.

A breath stuck in her throat, Song Ximei raised her beautiful eyes slightly, and then replied: I'll just discuss the matter.

George Sheng asked: Why should I say that you are living under someone else's roof? It was you who lost your temper in front of me without asking after you came in. You were wrong first.

Song Xi's eyes wandered from side to side, and she forced herself to reply: I will apologize to you the next day.

George Sheng said expressionlessly: You said sorry on the flower basket? If I remember correctly, the flower basket was sent by your two cats.

Song Xi:

She never thought that one day, she would lose an argument to a man, and this man turned out to be George Sheng - a man who would suspect that he was mute if you couldn't hear him speak.

Obviously speechless, Song Xi held the chopsticks, lowered his eyes for a while, and whispered: I gave you the money.

George Sheng had completely stood on the moral high ground. He took a bite and replied leisurely: I'm not short of money, but I'm short of attitude.

Song Xi knew he was in the wrong and said quickly: I'm sorry.

George Sheng said: It won't happen next time.

Song Xi then continued to eat with chopsticks. The two faced each other. It was rare that the atmosphere was so 'harmonious'. After all, nine times out of ten, Song Xi scolded him in his heart.

After finishing the meal without smoke, Song Xi stood up to clear the table. George Sheng said calmly: Leave it alone.

After saying that, he added in the usual tone: You are a patient, I am not Huang Shiren.

Song Xi glanced at George Sheng, and a warm feeling flowed through her heart for no reason. In fact, she was easily moved. Of course, it might be that her requirements for George Sheng were too low.

George Sheng was not used to talking too much to her. He stood up and said, The medicine is on the table in the living room. After that, he left.

Song Xi turned around and said, Thank you.

He didn't look back, always cool.

Song Xi then left the dining room. George Sheng was sitting on the sofa in the living room smoking. The TV was on and the news network was playing. Song Xi glanced casually and was about to ask him why he didn't go out today, but he thought of a more important question midway. , she looked at him and asked: What time is it now?

George Sheng pressed the phone next to him, Seven twenty-four.

Hearing this, Song Xi immediately turned around and tried to run upstairs.

When George Sheng saw this, he said, What are you doing?

Song Xi said: It's too late for me to go to work.

George Sheng frowned and said, Stop.

Song Xixiu's footsteps paused and turned to look at him without knowing why.

George Sheng said expressionlessly: You are a sick person yourself, and you still want to treat others. People think you have no one in Xiehe.

His words were not pleasant to listen to, but Song Xi was used to it, and she automatically thought that he was caring about her, so her expression remained the same, but her tone was awkward, It's not a good idea for me to ask for leave temporarily.

George Sheng said: There are too many not-so-good things, do you want your face rather than your life?