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George Sheng got involved in Venetian stock?

That Christmas day, his incredible gambling skills...

George Sheng lowered his gaze slightly, unable to see the expression in his eyes, and his face remained calm. He opened his thin lips and replied directly: If you want to act, you don't have to go to Macau. Another day I will ask Yuan Bao to help you find some actors. How do you want to act? Just act how you want.”

Qiao Aiwen said: You don't understand, I want the atmosphere in a casino, with a bunch of people surrounding me, shocked, sighing, admiring... and I have a few super handsome fans next to me.

Before George Sheng could speak, Song Xi said first: My senior brother doesn't like people gambling.

Qiao Aiwen was talking lively a second ago. When she heard this, she turned her head and looked at Song Xi: Ah, actually I don't like gambling either. I just like acting. I have a restless dream of being an actor.

She had notes plastered all over her face, and when she spoke, her voice was flying in the wind, and it was as if she could hear the rustling sound.

Song Xi didn't laugh. She had something on her mind. She was still thinking about the inside story of George Sheng's investment in Venetian. If that was the case...

Song Xi dazzled for a moment, but George Sheng had already played his cards. He took a closer look and saw another set of blows, pinning her down.

Unable to help rolling his eyelids, Song Xi looked at George Sheng with suspicion and a hint of complaint: It's either double kings, three 2s, or a bomb. Are you the God of Gamblers?

Qiao Aiwen curled her lips and said: Nine out of ten times I bet, I lose. My brother never gambles. He is just lucky.

Song Xi said: Last time I saw him hiding the cards while shuffling them. I couldn't even see how he was hiding them with his eyes open.

Qiao Aiwen said: Well, when we were young...

She was only halfway through her words when George Sheng interrupted: Let's talk about everything, and we can't hide any housekeeping skills.

When Qiao Aiwen heard this, she immediately stepped back from the cliff and decided to keep it secret.

Song Xi was obedient and half-listened to what he was saying. He frowned slightly and said, Do you have any ethics? Don't you know how uncomfortable it is to half-listen?

Qiao Aiwen's face was covered with paper, and she shook her head triumphantly, making it clear that she wanted Song Xi to feel uncomfortable.

Song Xi glanced at George Sheng again. It was even more impossible for him to continue talking, he was so annoyed.

The three of them played cards for more than an hour. In the end, Qiao Aiwen couldn't put any stickers on her face, and Song Xi's face was also scarred. Even George Sheng had two stickers, one on each cheek, both from Song Xi. She also wanted to write something on the paper, but George Sheng stopped her.

Before the end, Qiao Aiwen took Song Xi to take photos together and called George Sheng. Of course, he refused. In the end, only the two of them took a group photo where it was impossible to tell who it was.

Everyone drank at noon. Song Xi drank a moderate amount, not too much, but now he was tipsy and sleepy. After tearing up the note, Qiao Aiwen fell directly onto the bed, closed her eyes and said, Good afternoon, see you in the evening.

Song Xi got out of bed and left the room with George Sheng. There was no one outside. She asked aloud: Which room is convenient for people to live in? I'm a little sleepy.

George Sheng glanced at her, and then said lukewarmly: There are so many aunts and cooks at home. Are you sleeping in a separate room with me? Are you afraid that others won't know that we are fake?

Hearing this, Song Xi was excited for a moment, but she realized it later, just by looking at her expression.

George Sheng turned around, took the lead to step forward, and said: Come in.

Song Xi followed George Sheng into his room. There was only one bed in his room. Although it was also a double bed,...

I'll sleep on the sofa. Song Xi said.

George Sheng walked to the sofa, sat down on his own, and said calmly: I'll read for a while first, and you can sleep next to me.

The implication of sleeping on the side is that he will also sleep if everything is not guaranteed later.

Song Xi's heartbeat was beating like a drum for a moment, but she was not sure if it was because her mind was not pure. Maybe, George Sheng didn't think about anything. Besides, it was not like they had never slept in the same bed. They were in Liaozhou a long time ago. At that time, they He's worse than a stranger. Why don't you just sleep on the spot?

With this in mind, Song Xi tried her best to look extra calm. She walked to the side of the big bed, lifted the quilt and said, Then I'll go to bed first. Good afternoon.

George Sheng was looking at something without replying to her. After Song Xi lay down, he turned his back to George Sheng and closed his eyes. He was obviously very sleepy before, but now he couldn't sleep at all.

Yes, he was sitting not far away. It would be strange if she could fall asleep immediately.

George Sheng raised his eyes and looked at the bed. Song Xi was lying on her side, motionless. Didn't she usually like to sleep lying flat on her back? Why did you change your posture today?

After lying there for more than twenty minutes, Song Xi's consciousness gradually became drowsy, and his breathing began to become steady and orderly.

In the quiet room, the sun was just right, Song Xi was sleeping on the side of the big bed, and George Sheng was sitting on the sofa reading a book. To people who didn't know why, the years were quiet and the people were beautiful, and that was all.

More than an hour passed. In the winter in the north, the sun sets early. The sun begins to disappear at around four o'clock in the afternoon, and it is already half dark by almost five o'clock.

George Sheng had good night vision and did not need light to read, so he accidentally discovered that it was dark.

Looking at the bed again, Song Xi was lying flat on his back, with his hands folded on his body, quietly.

I don’t know if sleeping is contagious, but every time George Sheng sees Song Xi sleeping so soundly, he will feel a little bit sleepy.

For him, sleepiness was on the verge of luxury, so even George Sheng was not willing to give up such an opportunity easily.

Closing the book, he stood up and came to the bedside, lying quietly on the empty other side.

When Song Xi was alone on the bed, it was obvious that the bed was very big. As soon as George Sheng lay down on it, he was shocked to realize that there was only half an arm's distance between him and Song Xi.

It wasn't that he wanted to come over and take advantage, but the sofa was really not long enough. Besides, she was sleeping on the bed in his room, so he was allowed to sleep on the floor?

George Sheng turned over, turned his back to Song Xi, closed his eyes, out of sight, out of mind.

But when he closed his eyes, Song Xi's appearance still clearly appeared in his mind. She was sitting cross-legged in front of him, and the sun was shining on her. She was wearing a water-pink mohair sweater, and a thin red heart-shaped pendant around her neck. It makes the skin look like cream.

Moving his eyes upward, he saw Song Xi's face. He had put a lot of notes on her face, and his most proud work was the one that he lifted up her forehead and put it on the bridge of her nose. Whenever she took a slight breath, , two pieces of paper floated up one after another, like...a raised hijab.

In the darkness, George Sheng's lips curled up visibly. He had been holding it back while playing cards, but now he could no longer hold it in anymore.

After lying down for half an hour, George Sheng was still awake and not asleep, so he immediately noticed the slightest movement of Song Xi behind him.

The room was too hot, and Song Xi slept in a sweater again. From lying on her back to lying on her side, she lifted the quilt, threw her arm to the side, and put it on George Sheng's back.

Um……

Originally, George Sheng didn't think anything of it, but Song Xi's unconscious groan was like a wave of thunder, hitting his heart hard.