Life With You

George Sheng looked at Song Xi with a calm expression and a somewhat meaningful tone: What else? Do you think I'm recruiting a prostitute?

There is no doubt that George Sheng is a straight man, but what he said was too straightforward. Song Xi's face turned red for a moment, as if she was frightened, she took a breath obviously, and then said in a panic: No... I just Just think about it and you know it’s next door.”

Gudong swallowed, Song Xi rarely felt at a loss and looked evasive.

When George Sheng saw this, a hint of provocation flashed in his eyes: Have you ever lived in Zui Chunfeng?

Song Xi was confused and instinctively replied: I haven't lived there before.

George Sheng asked: Then how do you know it's next door?

Song Xi's chest was tight and he couldn't even make up something to say to rush to the venue this time.

George Sheng was a gentleman and it was never too late to take revenge after ten years, so he deliberately wanted to expose her and embarrass her.

Song Xi blushed, remained silent for a moment, and then said, You are not this kind of person.

This was indeed an afterthought, but the moment George Sheng explained it, Song Xi already regretted doubting him. Qiao Dingxiang had just passed away. Even if he was too big-hearted, he would not have fun at this moment, not to mention that they had known each other for so long. , he was going to spend it early, why wait until now?

Some misunderstandings are easy to blind people, but after they are explained clearly, they feel ridiculous. How bad is the sound insulation effect of Zui Chunfeng? Song Xi sounded like she was next to George Sheng last night.

George Sheng originally wanted to continue teasing and ask her why she hung up the phone, but when she said, You are not that kind of person, he was comforted in an instant, so he decided to let her go and let the matter go.

Neither of them answered immediately, and there was a blank space in the room for seven or eight seconds. Finally, Song Xi asked: Have you eaten?

George Sheng said: No.

Song Xi said: Want to eat pimple soup or spaghetti?

George Sheng said: I have known you for so long, and I finally have a choice.

Song Xi heard the sarcasm in his words, curled his lips, and replied: People will grow up, and they will have more choices in the future.

George Sheng said: You are already twenty-six, and all you have is two kinds of pasta. You are growing up really fast.

Song Xi frowned slightly and feigned anger: Don't you know that eating people is soft-mouthed?

George Sheng looked at her and said seriously: Don't you know that people have to bow their heads when they are under the eaves?

For a moment, Song Xi almost wanted to say to George Sheng: You can do it.

In fact, she didn't speak, but her expression perfectly interpreted her mood. Silence was better than sound at this time. She turned around and walked upstairs. George Sheng looked at her back, a smile flashed in his eyes, and his thin lips opened: Spaghetti .”

Song Xi said without looking back: Yes.

George Sheng thought she would say 'cha', but it seemed that she really didn't want to be a maid and would rather be a bodyguard.

Song Xi went upstairs to change clothes, fed the cat, and then took the little wolfdog downstairs. George Sheng was sitting on the sofa in the living room, and turned around when he heard the ringing.

He has been very busy recently, and he has not seen the little wolfdog for some days. It jumped very fast and grew several times bigger than before. The little wolfdog was particularly discerning, as if he knew who was in charge of the family. Before George Sheng called him, he ran up to his legs and shook his head.

George Sheng grabbed its belly with one hand, lifted it onto his lap, then untied the bell around its neck and put it aside.

Have you chosen a name? he asked.

Song Xi said: No, it's not my dog. I would like to send it back one day when I am free.

George Sheng asked: Have you not developed feelings?

Song Xi said: I'm so angry that I've chewed up three sets of sheets and two cushions, and the carpet has to be replaced.

George Sheng said: Whoever asks you to raise it like a cat will let the dog loose.

As he spoke, he caught a glimpse of the bell collar on the side and added, It's good that it doesn't blame you for being indifferent.

Song Xi heard this and said casually: You like to raise dogs, but I don't know how to raise dogs.

George Sheng covered the little wolfdog's head with his big hands, looked into its eyes and said, Face me and stay.

Song Xi's beautiful eyes raised slightly: Do you really want to support me?

George Sheng didn't answer and asked: Can't you raise it?

Song Xi said: What about the person who lost his dog?

George Sheng said: I asked people to go and ask nearby, and I bought it.

Song Xi pursed her lips and secretly scolded him for being overbearing.

You guys have fun, I'll cook.

Song Xi turned around and entered the kitchen. George Sheng was training the dog outside, teaching it how to sit, how to shake hands, and how to go up and down steps. He was familiar with these processes. He trained all the dogs at home when he was a child.

Forty minutes later, Song Xi asked George Sheng to eat. She cooked pasta, stewed potatoes and minced meat, and fried eggs and ham. George Sheng looked at the plate with ham and several slices of raw tomatoes placed on it. , because it was particularly abrupt, he asked aloud: What dish?

Song Xi said: Fry the ham.

George Sheng said: What are persimmons for?

Song Xi said: The presentation is beautiful.

George Sheng: ...

Very few people dared to anger him, and among those who dared to anger him, almost none could anger him to the point of speechlessness. Song Xi was one of the best. Every time it was time for dinner, George Sheng tried not to talk to her, for fear that he would die without eating. Enraged.

Fortunately, Song Xi still feels that she is getting better and better, more and more creative, and she really wants to call herself out.

The two of them sat facing each other at the dining table. He didn't move his chopsticks, and Song Xi asked, What's wrong?

George Sheng said: You eat first.

There was a flash of surprise in Song Xi's eyes, and then he realized that he was worried about her cooking skills, fearing that it would taste terrible.

Trying not to get angry, Song Xi took a big bite in front of him, with eggs and ham on the side. She felt like a little eunuch testing poison.

Seeing that she was eating well, George Sheng slowly moved his chopsticks. Maybe he didn't have any expectations for her cooking skills, so he felt that it was okay when he ate it.

The little wolfdog ran under the dining table, stepped on George Sheng's slippers, and bit Song Xi's trouser legs. Song Xi took a piece of ham and bent down to give it to him.

When he looked up again, George Sheng on the other side said loudly: Give me a name. You brought the dog back.

Song Xi picked up a piece of spaghetti with chopsticks and replied: Spaghetti.

George Sheng did not raise his head and said in a mocking voice: Why not call it potato stew?

Song Xi was caught off guard and burst into laughter: It's okay, I don't care.

George Sheng said: I don't want to think of your cooking when I see it.

Song Xi secretly rolled her eyes at him and secretly thought, don't eat it if you have the seed.

He said: Think again.

Song Xi was eating and replied casually: Batiao, don't you have several at home?

George Sheng said: I don't like it.

In fact, he didn't like her perfunctoriness.

Song Xi had no choice but to continue thinking. After thinking for a while, she suddenly raised her head and said, I've thought about it.

George Sheng also raised his head and glanced at her.

Song Xi said: Get rich.

Just when George Sheng was about to show his displeasure, Song Xi immediately said: Listen to my analysis first. There are people in Tiaozi and Hongzhong calling you, you are in business, getting rich is of course the most important thing, and my goal in the next few years is It’s also about getting rich, getting promoted, getting a raise, making more money, and hoping for a good fortune.”