Life With You

Being hugged by George Sheng, one of his hands was still holding her hand. Song Xi turned her back to him and looked nervous. Fortunately, she suddenly had an idea and turned around and said, I almost forgot.

George Sheng looked at her straight tip of nose and plump lips, and asked in a low voice: Forgot something?

Song Xi said, Call home and see if Xiaowen is at home.

Hearing this, George Sheng said aloud: What do you want to do with her?

Song Xi said: I'm not looking for her. My senior brother said he called Xiaowen. Xiaowen turned off her phone and hasn't answered the phone since last night. I don't know if she got home safely.

She should have asked as soon as she entered the kitchen, but somehow she only remembered now.

George Sheng took his time and asked Song Xi to peel the salted eggs and take out the yolks. He turned around and picked up the cell phone on the table and made a call.

When the call was connected, George Sheng asked: Mom, is Xiaowen at home?

Ren Lina said: At home, she ran out to act wild in the middle of the night yesterday. I called her before calling her back. She had a cold and a fever. I just called the doctor to give her an injection. Do you have anything to ask her? I took the phone over.

George Sheng said: No, I'll go back to see her later.

Ren Lina said: You come back and tell her a good story for me. She runs to the hospital all day long. If someone is interested in her, why would she pursue her like this?

After listening to the nagging for a long time, George Sheng said calmly: Well, I'll hang up first.

He put down the phone, and Song Xi turned around and asked, What's wrong with Xiaowen?

George Sheng said: I have a cold and a fever.

Song Xi's eyes were a bit worried: What happened? It was fine yesterday.

George Sheng walked to the pot, stirring the porridge in the pot with a spoon, and replied with an indifferent expression: Then I have to ask your senior brother.

Song Xi thought of Ling Yue's attitude and didn't answer for a while. George Sheng said: Crush the egg yolk and put it in. Cook it for another five minutes and you can eat it.

Song Xi was afraid that George Sheng would make Ling Yue angry, so he quickly changed the subject and joked: You have two brushes.

George Sheng was noncommittal, but the expression on his face was clearly proud.

It happened that George Sheng's cell phone rang at this time, and he answered it. Yuan Bao's voice came from the cell phone: Is the porridge ready?

George Sheng said 'hmm', and Yuan Bao said: Song Xi likes hot pot, isn't he? I've made a reservation for Tiandi Family tonight.

George Sheng said: You can figure it out.

Yuan Bao smiled and said: Coax you well, I wish you success.

George Sheng died immediately.

Song Xi was standing not far away, and she heard what Yuan Bao said. She turned to glance at George Sheng, and raised her eyebrows and said, You don't know how to cook porridge at all. Yuan Bao told you that.

George Sheng looked calmly and looked back at her: I can do it when others say it, can you?

Song Xi immediately replied: Why not? I can do it so easily.

George Sheng said: Okay, you will cook porridge for me every morning from now on.

Song Xi stuttered, but before she could refute, George Sheng asked again: Not willing?

Song Ximei turned her beautiful eyes, looked away, and replied in a moderate voice: Then it depends on how you treat me.

George Sheng stood two steps away from Song Xi. She could feel him looking at her. Sure enough, the black shadow gradually approached. George Sheng hugged her waist from behind, then lowered his head to kiss Song Xi's face. Song Xi He tilted his head and pretended to be calm and said, What are you doing? Want to take advantage?

George Sheng opened his thin lips and replied in a low voice: Take advantage of each other.

Song Xi's heartbeat was beating like a drum, and her IQ was about to be overwhelmed by impulse. She tried hard to maintain her rationality, tilted her head and said: I remember someone said before, what if I'm afraid I can't help it first, are you trying to help me step down now?

George Sheng held her in his arms, still maintaining the posture with his head half-draped. There was less than a hand distance between the two faces. His pupils were dark and deep, reflecting Song Xi's bright and stunning face. The petals opened and closed, and the voice was very low: I can't bear it anymore, please give me a step down this time.

He usually spoke in a low voice, but now he deliberately lowered his pitch. His voice was low and hoarse. Song Xi's head buzzed, and her body seemed to belong to someone else. She couldn't control it at all. She could only watch helplessly without moving. Watching George Sheng keep getting closer.

At first, Song Xi opened her eyes, and George Sheng also opened her eyes. She wanted to see the expression on his face, but when his lips touched hers, it was clear that he opened his mouth and bit hers as soon as he got close. His lips and tongue probed into her mouth. In an instant, Song Xi closed her eyes because she was too shy to look at him.

She turned her head, instinctively hiding back because of his strength. George Sheng raised one hand, held the side of her face, and adjusted the angle better.

I thought it was just a fleeting kiss, but it turned out that what George Sheng wanted was lingering sadness. Song Xi closed her eyes, her whole body was floating, and all the senses in her body seemed to be concentrated on the lips of the two people touching each other. He was strong and lonely. His own tenderness would not hurt her, but it clearly conveyed his desire, as if he wanted to flatten her and swallow her into his belly.

Song Xi didn't pander, but she didn't pretend to be reserved either. She tried her best to relax. He could do whatever he wanted, and she had the right to enjoy it... But the enjoyment process was too long. It wasn't that Song Xi felt uncomfortable, but that she obviously felt uncomfortable. I felt that if I continued to indulge like this, it might not end with just a kiss.

So she took the lead to step back from the brink, open her eyes, and look away.

George Sheng's forehead rested on the left side of her head. Song Xi's cheeks were red, and her slightly opened lips were full and translucent after being moisturized.

Neither of them spoke immediately, and the kitchen was silent.

Five seconds later, Song Xi couldn't help it anymore and took the initiative to say, Put the egg yolk in. I'll go out and call my senior brother.

After saying that, she turned around and walked out. The moment her back was turned to George Sheng, Song Xi's features knitted together, feeling ashamed.

Coming to the balcony of the living room, Song Xi dialed Ling Yue's phone number. Ling Yue had not yet entered the operating room, so he answered the call quickly.

Song Xi said: Senior brother, don't worry. Xiaowen is at home and has a cold and fever.

Hearing this, Ling Yue paused for two seconds and then said, Do you have any medicine at home?

Song Xi said: I don't know. I didn't speak to her directly. Why don't you call her and ask?

Ling Yue said: She probably still shuts down her phone.

Song Xi said: Now do you know that you are worried? You always have a cold face. If I were her, I wouldn't answer your call.

Ling Yue said: If you are fine, go and see her. Don't delay the fever. If it is a high fever, ask her to go to the hospital quickly.

Song Xi pouted: You are good at instigating others. It's obviously you who caused it, why don't you look at it?

Ling Yue replied in a calm voice: I'm going into the operating room right away. If anything happens, I'll call you in two hours.

Song Xi sighed softly and joked: Go ahead and fall in love with your operating room.

Ling Yue said calmly: I went to see Shen Zhaoyi this morning. He wanted to be discharged from the hospital. He said that the police station would send a specialized doctor to take over. I don't recommend that he be discharged due to his current physical condition, but he has asked someone to go through the discharge procedures. ”

Song Xi heard this and had nothing to say for a moment.