Life With You

Song Xi pushed the door open and walked in with a glass of milk in his hand. He walked to the bedside and placed it on his right hand. You will be thirsty in a while. Drink it as water.

George Sheng was always 'arrogant', so he was doing what he was doing. Song Xi glanced at the book in his hand. The all-white cover should have taken off the outermost packaging. She couldn't tell what it was. She asked: What are you reading recently?

George Sheng didn't raise his eyes and replied calmly: Free Choice.

Song Xi said: The book is a good book, but it is not suitable for reading before going to bed. I will bring you some books tomorrow. You can try to read some relaxing readings before going to bed, or watch something that makes people feel happy.

George Sheng said: Do you need to change the color of the furniture and the layout of the house?

His words were somewhat provocative and ridiculing, but Song Xi unexpectedly asked instead of answering, Can I change it? I've thought about it, and I'm afraid you won't like it.

George Sheng choked, raised his eyelids, looked at her and said, Are you studying medicine or doing interior decoration?

Song was happy and replied with a smile: Psychology is also a kind of medicine. Practice has shown that people's mood is inseparable from the colors they see, and psychological reactions are often implemented into actions.

As she said that, she looked at the pure black curtains on the right, For people who have trouble sleeping, they do need low light and a quiet environment, but low light does not necessarily have to be dark. Black can make people feel depressed to a certain extent. In fact, It’s not suitable for use in a large area in your room.”

George Sheng didn't argue with her. After all, this was her strength. He just asked: Why don't you use black? Pink?

Song Ximei's eyes widened slightly, and she couldn't wait to reply: You really guessed it right. Pink can reduce the color secretion of people's adrenal glands. People who are irritable should see more pink, which is more effective in suppressing emotions.

George Sheng still had the same unsmiling face, looking at Song Xi without blinking, and asked with threatening eyes: Am I very irritable?

Song Xi met his gaze and couldn't help but smile. Suddenly, she had an idea: You look good in black, but no one else can see it except you in the room. When choosing a color, you should choose a color that makes you comfortable. Yes, do you think so?

Strictly speaking, Song Xi's answer was wrong, but she was so witty that she brazenly praised George Sheng.

Who is George Sheng? In his eyes, her little tricks were as obvious as Sima Zhao's to everyone. Glancing at her, he snorted in his heart, Nonsense, what does he wear that looks good or not, let her say it?

Seeing that he had no intention of pursuing the case, Song Xi lamented that he had once again escaped from a tiger's mouth. It seemed that flattering others really worked for him. No wonder he said that others just need to follow suit.

With the smile on his face, Song Xi said: Then you read for a while and then go to bed early. I'm leaving. Good night.

George Sheng suddenly said: I have something to do tomorrow night, so I may not come back.

Song Xi glanced at him and said, Oh.

Seeing that she didn't follow up, George Sheng couldn't help but said: I will be at the company before 7:30 tomorrow.

Song Xi tasted it for a few seconds and asked tentatively: Should I send the things to your company?

Um.

Song Xi said: I get off work at six o'clock, so I can't make it back and forth.

George Sheng said: This is your business, arrange it yourself.

Song Xi thought about it. It seemed that she could only take him to the hospital and then send him to him after get off work.

Okay. She responded.

George Sheng didn't look up and said calmly: Go.

Song Xi thought he was asking her to go somewhere, but later realized that he was telling her to leave.

After scoffing and laughing, Song Xi suddenly bowed to George Sheng and said, Cha.

George Sheng couldn't help but glance at her. Song Xi smiled brightly and said to him, If you have nothing to do, find yourself some fun and sleep better at night.

After that, he turned around and left.

It wasn't until he heard the door closing that George Sheng blinked his long eyelashes, thinking of her 'cha' in his mind.

The corners of his lips curled up, and the warmth of spring finally melted away on his handsome, iceberg-like face.

Song Xi returned to the room on the third floor. The bedside lamp was turned on, and the whole room was a warm yellow. In the cat nest next to the wall, the little wolfdog was curled up and sleeping. On the cat rack beside it, Coke and Qixi lived in a corner. , and all slept soundly.

Lifting the quilt and lying on the bed, Song Xi was already sleepy, but when she closed her eyes, her eyes were filled with scarlet red, and she could smell the irritating smell of blood in her nose.

Frowning her brows, she endured it for a long time, and finally opened her eyes. During this period of time, she had some difficulty sleeping, except when she was extremely sleepy in George Sheng's room last night, and she passed out without wasting a second.

Now lying alone on the bed, she tried hard not to think about those horrific scenes, but it had no real effect. Turning over, Song Xi closed her eyes and thought about George Sheng, his sudden appearance in the pet shop, and his pinching Touching the little wolfdog's nose and paws, thinking of the time he pulled her in the kitchen...

Fighting violence with violence and evil with evil is the most effective method for Song Xi. When she thought about George Sheng, it turned out that none of those monsters and ghosts dared to come near. She didn't know when she fell asleep. When she opened her eyes, she was already there. It's the next morning.

Before leaving, she made a cup of honey water for George Sheng and placed it at the door of the room. She went to work normally during the day, except that at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, Song Xi took out a bag of wheat, a bag of red dates, and a portion of licorice from the cabinet.

The kitchen outside of the hospital was fully equipped with all the tools, and Song Xi was carefully making soup. During this period, other doctors who passed by asked, Doctor Song, what are you cooking?

Song Xi replied calmly: I haven't been sleeping well recently. Director Qin gave me a prescription and asked me to adjust it.

No one suspected him, so Song Xi cooked up two portions, drank one on the spot, and put the other into a thermos. He stayed there until get off work and drove straight to Haiwei.

When she came to the front desk, she was still the same beauty as yesterday. When she saw Song Xi, the beauty took the initiative and said, Send takeaway to Mr. Qiao, right? Just go up here.

Song Xi nodded with a smile, carried her bag and walked to the elevator.

Taking the elevator to the top floor, no one was guarding the elevator entrance today. Song Xi walked in with familiarity. On the way, he saw familiar faces from yesterday. The male assistant was slightly stunned when he saw her, and then smiled, Delivery to Mr. Qiao?

Song Xi nodded awkwardly, and the assistant was very polite and took her to the door of the office in person.

Song Xi thanked her, and someone transferred the internal line to tell George Sheng that the takeout delivery person was coming, and George Sheng let her in.

Pushing the door open and walking in, Song Xi heard a string of fluent English with a slightly British pronunciation before she could see him. When she turned a blind corner, she saw George Sheng talking on the phone.

The room was carpeted, but Song Xi walked very cautiously and didn't make any sound.

When she came to the coffee table, she opened her bag and took out the thermos cup and lunch box, wanting to come and leave quietly.

But after taking just two steps, I heard George Sheng say in Chinese: Wait a moment.

When Song Xi heard the news, he was sitting on the office chair, blocking the microphone with one hand and looking at her.