Life With You

Song Xi told the truth, but when she heard that George Sheng's heart changed, she didn't want his money. She spent the whole day grabbing money wherever she could use it, making it clear that she didn't regard him as one of her own. Even if there is such a marriage certificate, it is still fake.

There are many restaurants near the casino. The two of them were walking in the square. Not far away, there was a huge Christmas tree that was more than four people tall. It was covered with fluorescent balls and ribbons. Many tourists gathered nearby to take pictures. Song Xi also took out his mobile phone and took two pictures. Zhang, then turned to ask George Sheng: Would you like to take the photo for you?

Even though she knew what his answer was, she just couldn't help teasing him.

George Sheng's face remained as usual, and he replied lukewarmly: We're not a couple, why are you doing such a frivolous thing?

Song Xi said: Who said that only couples can take photos of each other? I still have Dongxu's photos on my phone. Are we a couple?

George Sheng's voice became colder again: I only let my girlfriend take the photo.

Song Xi was not angry, but instead raised her beautiful eyes with a meaningful expression.

George Sheng looked at her sideways: Just say whatever you want.

The way she looked showed that she had ideas.

Song Xi heard this and shook his head deliberately: Forget it.

George Sheng said: Don't make me say it a second time.

Song Xi said: loyalty is unpleasant to the ears, and you don't like to hear it even if I say it. Why should I find it unpleasant?

Say. George Sheng's voice was low and threatening.

Song Xi was also panic-stricken. Just waiting for his words, she immediately said: You said with your temper, can you still find a girlfriend? It would be good to have two friends around you, but you still dislike it. When I took pictures of you, Chang Jingle and the others nicknamed you Monk Qiao, but you were the only one who took your time.

Judging by the smoothness of her words, it seemed that it was not an impromptu move, but a long-planned one.

After Song Xi finished speaking, she felt happy for a moment, and immediately looked at George Sheng nervously, for fear that he would suddenly fall out, but George Sheng was unexpectedly calm, without even a threatening look in his eyes. Song Xi's eyes were suspicious, and she felt even more uneasy, fearing that it would be a storm. The tranquility before.

The two of them were walking forward with a distance of one and a half people. Seven or eight seconds had passed. Song Xi took the initiative and asked, Are you angry?

I'm just saying good advice is offensive to your ears, but you still have to listen. Okay, okay, just pretend I didn't say it. If you don't like it, you can turn back and criticize me.

George Sheng's thin lips opened, and his voice could not tell the difference between emotion and anger: How can a person without a boyfriend talk to me about big things? You are also twenty-six this year. Look at the young people on the street, you can be one of them. Auntie.

When Song Xi heard this, he was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

Even a beautiful woman cares most about her age. George Sheng held back for a long time without speaking because his feelings were waiting here.

Smiling angrily, Song Xi said: Someone is chasing me, it's just that I didn't agree!

In a calmer tone than her, George Sheng replied calmly: How do you know no one is chasing me? It just depends on whether he is willing to nod.

Song Xi was choked up at first, but soon regained his composure, looked at her with eyes, and said suspiciously: Who can stand your temper?

George Sheng said: Cats and dogs have good tempers and can be raised by everyone. When they are angry, they can be beaten. If they are more cruel, they can be thrown away. Can you try a tiger or a lion?

Song Xi looked at George Sheng and was at a loss for words again. The first thought in her heart was: She couldn't quarrel with him!

George Sheng looked at Song Xi. The colorful lights on the Christmas tree opposite reflected on his pure black eyes, making his pupils look extraordinarily magnificent. His thin lips parted, and he said something that impressed Song Xi: Fish look for fish. Shrimps are looking for shrimps, don’t expect tigers and lions to look for cats and dogs, do you think they are a good match?”

Song Xijue's George Sheng's eyes were deep, not angry, but rare and serious.

Originally it was just a fun quarrel with him, but I didn't know where to start. Both of them were a little serious, so they couldn't get off the stage at the moment. Song Xi's eyes briefly averted, and then his anger dropped by two points, and he said: Don't look at me like a weakling. I'm not a cat or a dog. I haven't been a vegetarian since I was a child.

George Sheng also looked away, looked forward, and said in a tone of indifference mixed with arrogance: There must be the most powerful among lions and tigers.

The implication is obvious, even if Song Xi promoted herself from a cat and a dog to a liger, she would still not be the top one.

After hearing this, Song Xi curled up his lips and said half jokingly, half teasingly: Do you still want to be Simba?

After that, without waiting for George Sheng to answer, she couldn't help laughing and said with a smile: Forget it the Lion King, you are the Owl King.

Song Xi would often make herself laugh. At this moment, when she finished speaking, she burst out laughing.

George Sheng listened to the dying laughter in his ears, and caught a glimpse of her wiping tears from the corner of his eye. He was thinking about how to treat her, when suddenly a half-sized girl ran up from behind, not even as long as his legs, wearing a Christmas dress. She was in a little red dress, holding a basket of red roses in her hand, raising her head high, and asked in a sweet voice: Uncle, Merry Christmas, can you buy a flower for your girlfriend?

George Sheng and Song Xi both stopped and looked down at the little girl in front of them. George Sheng looked calm and said: She is not my girlfriend.

The little girl blinked her innocent big eyes, seemingly at a loss, but she didn't leave.

Song Xi knelt down, raised his hand and touched the owl hair ornament on her head, and said with a smile: Merry Christmas.

The little girl looked at Song Xi and said, Merry Christmas.

Song Xi rolled his eyes and said, Call me sister and I'll buy your flowers, okay?

The little girl nodded: Sister.

Song Xi's lips raised: Be good.

How much does one cost for you?

Fifty dollars.

Fifty Hong Kong dollars?

The little girl nodded.

Song Xi counted thirty-six flowers in the flower basket. She took out two thousand Hong Kong dollars from her bag and said, Do you know what thirty-six times fifty is?

The little girl shook her head, and Song Xi said, It's 1,800 yuan. My price is 2,000 yuan. Can you give me the flower basket as well?

The little girl turned her head and looked away. Song Xi followed her gaze. There stood a young woman in Christmas clothes, carrying a large flower basket in her hand. The woman trotted over. Song Xi made it clear to her that the woman had received two thousand yuan. HK$, said Merry Christmas, and left with the little girl.

Song Xi carried the flower basket and looked at George Sheng happily. He deliberately slowed down a beat and shouted: Uncle? Tsk...

Shaking his head slightly, Song Xi sighed: You are already twenty-seven, look at the young people all over the street, hey.

George Sheng's handsome face was colorfully reflected by the Christmas tree. Even the usual cold air was much less cold, and it was cast in psychedelic and magnificent colors.

Just as he was about to speak, Song Xi took the lead, handed over the flower basket in his hand, and said with a smile: Cat Tousheng, Merry Christmas.

The streets are full of men giving roses to women, but only here at George Sheng, Song Xi is carrying a basket of bright red ones, which can be said to be very proactive.