Life With You

After hanging up the phone on Ling Yue, Song Xi immediately thought of George Sheng. She finally had a reason to go to him. She sat up and cleared her throat. She called George Sheng.

When George Sheng got through, Song Xi asked, Are you still at home?

George Sheng said: First floor, come down.

Song Xi hung up the phone, ran into the bathroom immediately, and looked at her face again in the mirror. In fact, she had already seen it when she got up early. The swelling in her eyes was gone, and her appearance was back to her original appearance. However, despite this, she still hesitated to do it. Don't put on any makeup or embellishments.

A few minutes later, Song Xi went downstairs. Fa Cai was chewing a toy in the living room. When he saw her, he came running up and down. He was almost six months old now. He could reach Song Xi's chest when he stood up. Song Xi used to be a little Those who are afraid of big dogs, but after making a fortune and raising them for a long time, watching them grow up day by day, they don’t feel scary anymore.

George Sheng was not seen in the living room. Song Xi looked for several places, and finally came to the kitchen suspiciously. When she walked to the door of the kitchen, she saw a tall figure with his back to her, standing under the cabinet, seemingly... Cook something?

Incredulous, Song Xi stepped inside and asked tentatively: What are you doing?

George Sheng turned around, glanced at her, then stood in front of the chopping board, holding a German sharp knife in his long fingers, lowering his eyes to cut the ham, and replied: What else do you think you can do in the kitchen?

Song Xi walked closer and closer, standing one meter away from him, looking at the neatly diced ham on the chopping board in surprise, his eyes still filled with surprise: You can actually cook?

George Sheng replied: Who cooked noodles for you on your birthday?

Song Xi paused, looking slightly confused: I think I cooked it myself, right?

George Sheng didn't look up and changed the subject: Have you brushed your teeth?

Um.

He raised his hand and held a diced ham and brought it to her lips. Song Xi's heartbeat started to become erratic, but she still maintained a calm face. She opened her mouth a little and his fingers touched her lips. Song Xi secretly thought that she was going to die. .

Watching her eat the diced ham, George Sheng asked: How is it?

Song Xi replied: Old flavor, have you processed it?

George Sheng said: I cut it.

Song Xi was still stuck in the image of his fingers touching her lips, distracted, and made a very light 'cut' sound: What did I think?

George Sheng put the diced ham into the bowl, then turned around and opened the white enamel pot lid. Song Xi stepped forward. The white porridge was cooking inside. George Sheng put the diced ham in and then ordered: Get some Come over here.

Song Xi walked to the refrigerator and asked, Why do you want salted eggs?

George Sheng said: Cook porridge.

Song Xi couldn't help but tease: You know quite a lot. You've been really secretive this year. Isn't it uncomfortable to hold it in?

George Sheng replied: I can't stand your cooking skills.

Song Xi opened the refrigerator and deliberately provoked: Do you dislike me?

George Sheng's voice was calm: I just think cooking is such a simple thing. If you have such a high IQ, why can't you learn it?

Song Xi took a box of salted eggs and walked back, saying, I focus on my work. People's energy is limited, and there are bound to be shortcomings.

George Sheng said: Limited energy does not conflict with whether you want to do it or not. I just want to help you cook porridge. What about you?

He suddenly looked at her. The kitchen was well lit, and the sun shone in from the huge glass window behind him. He was dressed in black, but covered with gold rims. His face was not very good-looking.

Song Xi panicked and had the urge to run away from the battle. However, she suppressed the urge quietly and replied with an aura that was not inferior to others: Will you come back for dinner tonight? In order to express my gratitude, please help me. As a thank you for preparing breakfast, I will specially prepare dinner for you.”

George Sheng said: We went out to eat tonight and made an appointment with them.

Song Xi asked: Who are they?

George Sheng said: Everyone you can think of.

Song Xi's beautiful eyes slightly raised: ...Do they all know?

George Sheng said: If Chang Jingle knows, it means everyone knows.

Song Xi paused for two seconds, sighed slightly and said, I feel like Chang Jingle and Jiamin can give me a headache.

George Sheng looked at her, his voice not loud but full of teasing: Please, beg me, I'll stop it for you.

Song Xi raised his eyelids and met George Sheng's gaze. He had a pair of particularly deadly eyes, which could scare people to death when they were cold and drown them when they were gentle.

Who can resist being stared at by such a pair of eyes?

Song Xi couldn't help but slowly lowered his gaze, but as soon as the words came out, they were more seductive than his voice, and he said in a low voice with a bit of grievance, How can I beg you?

George Sheng's eyes darkened, and his thin lips parted lightly: Ask for whatever you want.

Song Xi said softly: Then you cover me at night.

George Sheng said: Okay.

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and took her arm, pulling her in front of him. Song Xi remained as obedient as a cat. He looked at her and asked in a low voice, Are your eyes healed?

Um.

Did you miss me last night?

I fell asleep. Song Xi said.

George Sheng asked again: Did you dream about me?

Song Xi raised his head, his eyes narrowed: Do you want to hear the truth or lies?

George Sheng said, Let me hear it.

Song Xi said: The truth is that I didn't dream, the lie is that I dreamed.

George Sheng's face didn't change, he just looked at her and said, Do you want to listen to me?

Song Xi imitated his tone: Tell me and listen.

George Sheng said: I didn't sleep all night.

Song Xi's beautiful eyes slightly raised: Are you suffering from insomnia again?

George Sheng looked at her straightly: I've been thinking about you.

He had a history of insomnia, and Song Xi was worried about his sleep problems. She didn't expect him to be waiting for her here, and her blood surged instantly, making her blush on the spot.

However, George Sheng's face remained normal and he said in a low voice: You sleep for at least eight hours a day, and I only sleep for four hours at most. I miss you more than you miss me every day. Calculating it this way, it's not fair.

Song Xi's heart was already racing like crazy, and her face was getting redder and redder. She looked up at him under the pressure, and asked in a low voice: Then how can it be fair?

George Sheng opened his lips: Think for yourself.

Song Xi was afraid that it was either some mistake or being deceived by his beauty, so he threw himself into the trap and asked proactively: How about I kiss you?

George Sheng stood there, his temperament was like a fairy and a demon, but he was not in the mortal world anyway. There was a soft light in his eyes. He said nothing, only lowered his head thoughtfully.

Song Xi held his breath and concentrated, and quickly kissed him on the left cheek, then turned to look at the porridge cooking in the pot: Hey, didn't you want to put the salted egg in, do you want to put it in now?

George Sheng stood behind Song Xi, his left hand naturally holding her waist, and his right hand handed her a wooden spoon, then he grabbed her hand and stirred the porridge that was getting thicker and thicker in the pot, and said: Be more diligent in the future and don’t just talk but don’t do anything. I don’t want to eat food from outside, I want to eat what you cook.”

Song Xi swore that her face must be hotter than the bottom of the pot. Who said that George Sheng belonged to Monk Qiao? If she came out, she would promise not to beat him to death.