Life With You

Drink, drink, drink! Does she have any eyesight?

George Sheng wanted to lose his temper, but for a moment he was worried about the consequences. He didn't want to go back to the cold war stage. He was always the only one who looked down upon others, but Song Xi was the kind of person who was so anxious that even he dared to show off his face. people.

Thinking about it, it was not easy for her to make the medicine, and it was not her fault that it was painful.

After a few seconds of silence, George Sheng persuaded himself for the first time, but even so, he would not show a pleasant expression to Song Xi easily.

With a sullen face, he asked instead: What would you say if this medicine doesn't work?

Song Xi replied with a frank and confident look: As long as you listen to me, I guarantee it will be effective.

George Sheng still said the same thing: No?

Song Xi said: It doesn't work. It's the same medicine. I'll drink as much as you drink.

She dared to speak wild words, but George Sheng did not respond for a while.

Song Xi looked at him, but suddenly said: What if it works?

George Sheng raised his eyelids.

Song Xi said: If it doesn't work, I will accept the punishment. If it works, what will you say?

How could George Sheng forget that she was not a soft persimmon, someone who dared to point a knife at Jiang Jiayi in the old house, someone who dared to hit someone in front of Tong Hao, and now she dared to confront him.

Looking at each other, Song Xi's eyes were full of confidence, and if you look closely, they were a bit provocative;

George Sheng was always cold. Few people dared to look him in the eye, and even more so, they looked at him.

But Song Xi was trained by him, and she could still handle this little pressure.

After a while, George Sheng opened his thin lips, and his voice was neither loud nor soft, neither salty nor light. He replied with a hint of joking: You brought the medicine back. You should be glad that it has curative effect. It's cured. My name is Someone will go to the hospital to give you a banner.

He was originally teasing her, but Song Xi immediately raised her beautiful eyes and replied: It's a deal, do you dare to write your name on the banner?

George Sheng looked straight at Song Xi, feeling that she was a little arrogant tonight.

Write my name, do you dare to accept it?

Song Xi said: If you dare to give it away, of course I dare to accept it.

George Sheng's eyes were deep and he replied in a meaningful tone: Okay, it's settled. It will be a course of treatment. You decide the time.

Song Xi said: You have been suffering from a chronic disease for almost ten years. Traditional Chinese medicine focuses on conditioning, and Western medicine cannot be effective in just a short while. Let's do this. I'll grab thirty pairs first, one pair a day for thirty days. During the course of treatment, I will adjust the treatment plan at any time according to your situation. You only need to ensure that you give back your true feelings truthfully.

George Sheng looked at her distrustful look, disdain flashed in his eyes, and replied aloud: No one wants to fall asleep more than myself.

Song Xi replied with a similar expression and even a similar tone: Maybe this person is me.

After saying that, she added directly: Mr. Qiao, if you want to hire me as a personal doctor, please talk to me during the day. It's already half past one in the morning, and I need to rest.

George Sheng said expressionlessly: It's you who wants to stand here and say it yourself.

Song Xi choked up and almost couldn't help rolling her eyes at him.

She originally turned around to leave, but suddenly thought of something, turned back and walked to the window.

George Sheng watched her raise her hand to close the window, then came to the coffee table in front of him, opened the lid of the aromatherapy burner, and lit the aromatherapy with a lighter.

After everything was done, Song Xi looked at him and said, Don't smoke again before going to bed. If you really want to smoke, don't smoke in the room. Good night, I wish you a good sleep.

After saying that, she really left this time and even closed the door behind her.

George Sheng sat on the sofa, watching the aromatherapy burner emitting light smoke, and soon a quiet fragrance floated into his nose, the familiar smell from yesterday.

Song Xi secretly described him as a straight man like steel, which was true. The only incense that George Sheng ever lit was for Mr. Guan. He didn’t wear perfume on weekdays, and even used toiletries as much as possible. Choose one with a very mild flavor.

He didn't like that the old man had a specially put on his body, and he felt sick just thinking about it.

But at this moment, the room was filled with the scent of medicine and incense, and he was in it, as if he would become an immortal in the next second.

There was still a taste that was neither sweet nor bitter in his mouth. George Sheng didn't sit down for long before he got up and went into the bathroom, brushing his teeth for a minute longer than usual.

When he came out again, he instinctively bent down to pick up the cigarette on the table. The cigarette was already in his lips, and he almost got angry. Suddenly remembering Song Xi's words, George Sheng hesitated a little.

Forget it, he won't smoke. If he can't fall asleep later, he will have a good look at her tomorrow!

Putting down his cigarette, George Sheng lay on the bed, turned off the light, and waited for sleep.

In the dead of night, he closed his eyes, and soon his mind was filled with images that were not suitable for children. Various places and postures, as if in a trance, her murmurs rang in his ears.

Frowning lightly, George Sheng opened his eyes. He had excellent night vision and could clearly see the furnishings of the entire room without buffering. He thought this would make him more awake, but... when he opened his eyes and saw the sofa, he was thinking of someone The scene of a person kneeling in front of the sofa, holding the gap between the sofa with his hands...

Just thinking about it made him react. George Sheng was so annoyed that he almost wanted to stand up and go upstairs to ask her what kind of incense she ordered for him, what kind of medicine she took, and whether she secretly administered anything to him. Lower your head?

But all the anger and struggle finally turned into surrender to the body's primitive instinct.

Just like Song Xi said, too much kidney fire is caused by the excess of something. It just needs to be vented. For George Sheng, the only difference is that yesterday he consumed it in his dream. Today, It is self-consumption in the waking state.

He hasn't had a woman around him for several years. It's not something wrong with him, but he simply doesn't like it. Doing this kind of thing with someone he doesn't like, firstly, he doesn't feel interested, and secondly, he doesn't want others to take advantage of it. Might as well solve it yourself.

Chang Jingle gave him the nickname of monk, but George Sheng didn't take it seriously. He also thought that Chang Jingle was a woman's public servant. He was there wherever there was need, and he was not afraid of being tired.

Now for two days in a row, it was the same scene, George Sheng stood in the bathroom with no lights on, breathing heavily.

After taking a shower, he lay on the bed again. Maybe he was tired from all the hard work, but he felt a little sleepy. When he opened his eyes again, it was dawn again. George Sheng was not dreaming, but he was indeed asleep.

He stood up and glanced at the thermos cup and incense burner on the coffee table. Suddenly an evil thought came to him - Could Song Xi have added something to the medicine, so that he would have to consume it every night? When you are tired, you will naturally feel sleepy.

If this is the case, it can only be said that the most poisonous wasp is the sting behind the tail!

But such thoughts disappeared immediately. She also drank the traditional Chinese medicine. She couldn't bring it with her just to trick him, right?