Life With You

George Sheng was in Xiuliheshan and saw that Song Xi's car was located on this street, just opposite. There were at least two groups of people following her, so he wasn't that worried. He was socializing normally, except occasionally checking his phone out of habit, and found that she was always in the same place.

It was almost eleven o'clock at night when the dinner ended. Yuan Bao was responsible for the follow-up arrangements, while George Sheng went out and went straight to the opposite street and entered the cafe.

When he opened the door to the private room, he expected to see Song Xi having fun, but unexpectedly he saw Song Xi sitting at the table, flipping a book with one hand and pulling her hair with the other.

Song Xi didn't expect anyone to come in uninvited, so she turned her head with guarded eyes. When she saw George Sheng's familiar face, her expression immediately changed, she took her fingers out of her hair, and then stood up and said : Are you done?

George Sheng walked to the table and took a look. He didn't move much about the food. The table was covered with materials and books. He pulled a chair and sat down. He said calmly: What are you going to take the test for?

Song Xi also sat down, sighed softly, and said: For the professional title exam, you need to prepare a thesis.

George Sheng asked casually: Are you also worried about the exam?

Song Xi replied: I'm not afraid of exams. The key thing is that writing papers is very troublesome. I can't write what I have done before. I have to study new topics and new directions. I am usually in clinical practice and I really can't do academic work.

George Sheng said: Isn't it enough to just write a new one?

Song Xi was already anxious about the paper. Listening to his calm and gentle tone, she almost blew up the temple. However, facing his iceberg ascetic and cold face, she still kept her anger in her heart. But he still couldn't help but complain: How can there be so many new topics to study? What's more, our public hospital, everything takes 'stability' as the top priority. To put it bluntly, we don't seek merit, but we seek no faults. , any new thing will have to wait until other places start to popularize it, and we will only start investing when we are sure that it is foolproof.

George Sheng's expression remained unchanged, and he said in a calm tone: Then what else should I write?

The implication is that the outcome is already determined, so why bother?

Song Xi pursed her beautiful lips, took a deep breath, and then replied with a smile: I want to make some contribution to the history of human medicine.

Seeing her smiling face, George Sheng glanced at her: There is no one else here, and I won't convey it to your dean. There is no need to be so hypocritical.

The smile on Song Xi's face was still beautiful, and she didn't dare to be too sarcastic. She only dared to reply tentatively in a provocative tone: I want a promotion and a salary increase.

A flash of expectation flashed across George Sheng's eyes, and then he said lukewarmly: We are all people who are struggling in the world of mortals, so don't pretend to be indifferent to the world.

His words were somewhat teasing, but Song Xi did not confront him head-on. Instead, she picked up a pen and wrote seriously in the notebook. George Sheng glanced at it casually and found that she had written down his words.

With vigilance and defensiveness in his black pupils, George Sheng asked, What are you doing?

Song Xi lowered his head and wrote back: I am going to show this to our dean. Maybe he will be like me, and suddenly he will realize that he can give me a promotion and a salary increase without me having to write a paper.

Hearing this, George Sheng couldn't tell whether he was angry or happy.

He didn't know when she stopped confronting him head-on. He could guess the reason, but it was strangely beneficial.

Song Xi picked up the drink and took a sip. She caught a glimpse of the orange cake on the plate. She raised her eyes and said to George Sheng, This cake is delicious. It's orange flavored. Do you want to eat it? I'll order another one for you.

Surprisingly, George Sheng didn't say he didn't want to eat, nor did he instruct her to go out and get it. Instead, he raised his hand, took the new spoon next to him, scooped a spoonful of it on the cake she hadn't touched, and put it into her mouth. inside.

When Song Xi saw this, his heart moved inexplicably, and he was a little embarrassed. Even if the two of them ate the head and the tail, they didn't use the same spoon.

George Sheng took a bite and thought it was good, so he put the whole plate in front of him and started eating with his eyes slightly lowered.

He didn't say he was leaving after entering the door, and Song Xi was embarrassed to stare at him eating, so she had no choice but to look away, pick up the book and continue reading.

Midway, the little wolfdog walked to George Sheng's feet, put his nose close to his pants, sniffed, and then curled up on the spot. He was obviously a dog, but he acted like a cat.

George Sheng picked up a strawberry and bent down to feed it. It smelled it but didn't eat it. George Sheng put the strawberry back on the plate. After a while, he said in a very light tone: Don't pretend to be so. A good student, if he can't write, just say he can't write.

As he said that, the fruit plate was placed in front of her, Eat it all to replenish your brain.

Song Xi immediately raised his head and replied, I saw you feeding the dog.

How mean-spirited is he to push things that the dog won't eat back to her?

Seeing the anger in her eyes but not speaking up, George Sheng replied on the spot: You also gave me the same food as the dog. What did I say?

Thinking of the pimple soup last night, Song Xi was speechless for a moment, paused and then said: You are not in the same bowl.

George Sheng looked at her coldly, and Song Xi looked away angrily, reaching for a cherry to eat.

George Sheng said: Eat strawberries.

Song Xi saw that there were two strawberries left, but she couldn't remember which one he had given to the dog, so she shook her head, No, I can just eat something else.

George Sheng said: You're welcome, I'll pay for it.

Song Xi still shook his head, You're welcome, you eat, I'll pay for it.

He threatened her with his eyes again, and Song Xi thought she couldn't back down this time, otherwise he would dare to threaten her with dog food in the future.

Thinking about it, she suddenly raised her hand to pick up two strawberries, poured them under the table a few times, then put both hands on the table, looked at him and said, You choose first.

George Sheng glanced at her two clenched fists, without changing his expression, and said calmly: On the right side.

Hearing this, Song Xi couldn't help but feel happy, and immediately opened her palms and handed him the strawberries.

George Sheng didn't answer, a flash of narrowing quickly flashed across his eyes, his thin lips opened, and he said, You eat.

Song Xi was a little anxious, You chose it.

George Sheng said: You didn't say who chose who would eat.

He was just testing it casually, and when he chose his right hand, Song Xi was clearly elated.

After being choked by him, Song Xi also blamed herself for not saying it clearly. She lowered her eyes slightly and hesitated whether to eat or not.

George Sheng sat opposite, eating the cake slowly without raising his eyelids, and said: As a human being, if you are willing to gamble, you must admit defeat.

Song Xi had a smile on his face, but his heart was full of dissatisfaction. She didn't expect him to be so cunning and cunning. She thought he was in a rare good mood and was willing to talk to her so much. His relationship was just a routine!

Just eat and learn a lesson.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Song Xi putting the strawberry into his mouth, and a smile finally appeared in George Sheng's eyes.