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As the saying goes, it's not speculative, so George Sheng went back to the master bedroom, while Song Xi went straight to the guest bedroom.

After she finished her bath, she leisurely pushed open the bathroom door. George Sheng, who was sitting on the opposite bed, almost scared her back into the bathroom. Song Ximei stared at her, and obviously paused before saying, Why are you here?

George Sheng looked up at her, his face was calm and handsome, his thin lips were parted, and he asked without answering, Do you sleep in the master bedroom or in this room?

Suspicion quickly surged in Song Xi's eyes, he sized up and guarded...

I'm sleeping in this room. She stared at George Sheng's face, her tone was firm.

After she finished speaking, George Sheng raised his long legs and got on the bed directly, lying on the side of the bed, looking down at the book in his hand.

Song Xi was surprised, and stood at the door of the bathroom, staring straight at George Sheng's face.

Without squinting, George Sheng replied, We're going to sleep in the same room.

Song Xi felt dissatisfied, and asked without thinking, Why? I have a bad waist, and they all saw it.

George Sheng said lightly: Have you ever seen a couple who slept in separate rooms because one of them had a bad waist?

Song Xi opened her lips slightly, wanting to refute, but didn't know what to say for a while.

George Sheng turned his head and met Shang Song Xi's indignant gaze. Although his face was expressionless, his tone was a bit teasing and joking, Are you thinking too much? In the same room, you sleep in yours, and I sleep in the same room. mine.

Song Xi frowned lightly and said, It's just a bed, I can't sleep on the sofa anymore with my waist.

George Sheng glanced at her and asked tentatively, You want to go to bed too?

Song Xi stared, what did he call this? She was the one who occupied the house first, and he was the one who came later, and he acted as if she wanted to take advantage.

Seeing her opening her mouth to retort, George Sheng suddenly said, You sleep on the floor.

His beautiful fox eyes blatantly glanced at the carpet under the bed.

Song Xi became anxious, Why should I sleep on the floor?

Whoever comes later will sleep.

George Sheng said lightly: You don't have a bad waist, you can't sleep on a soft floor, the floor is hard, and it's not cold even with a carpet.

Song Xi was so angry that her lungs were going to explode, she rushed up in one breath, she resisted the urge to turn against him, tried her best to be calm, but said with a bad expression: Just because I can't sleep on a soft bed, that doesn't mean I have If you don’t sleep on the bed, you have to sleep on the floor, and the bed here is just right for me to fall asleep.”

The implication is that whoever loves to sleep will sleep on the floor, anyway, she doesn't sleep.

George Sheng was lying on the side of the bed. The bed here was only 1.5 meters wide. It was quite big to sleep alone, but he was lying on it as a big man, and his long legs took up half of it. The remaining half, It is enough for one person to lie on, but if they really lie on it, the two of them will be almost like a bed.

His expression was indifferent as usual, he didn't respond or stop him, as if he didn't hear it, and most importantly, he didn't intend to get out of bed.

Song Xi saw him look away and start reading again, she stood there for a few seconds, although she looked calm on the outside, she was actually mad with anger.

Ah, isn't this just to take advantage of it clearly.

She wanted to quarrel with him, but when the words came to her lips, she suddenly didn't say a word, went around to the other side of the bed, raised her legs and sat on the bed.

George Sheng ignored it, Song Xi moved one of the pillows to his side, and lay down on his back.

She has such a temper, it's fine to stroke her hair, if anyone fights with her, it will only end up causing mutual damage.

The guest bedroom was lit with white headlights, and the bedside table was turned on with a warm yellow orange light. George Sheng was wearing a black silk pajamas, leaning against the bed, reading a book with his head down;

Song Xi was dressed in white silk pajamas, laying flat on the other side of the bed motionless, with his hands on his stomach, peacefully wanting someone to come forward to give flowers.

But if you look carefully, under Song Xi's tightly closed eyelids, the eyeballs flicker from time to time.

Of course, it was impossible for her to sleep. George Sheng was 30 centimeters away from her. She put up her whole body on guard. After she lay down, she began to regret it. It was really uncomfortable.

This discomfort not only came from the stiff lower back, but also from the dangerous aura emanating from the man beside him.

After all, she was an adult man, Song Xi knew little about him except that his name was George Sheng, he was like a stranger to her, and she actually lay down next to a strange man.

Just like that, Song Xi was more awake with his eyes closed than with his eyes open, and he was so tired that he was lying flat, even if he wanted to turn over, he was too embarrassed to turn over. In the quiet room, she pricked up her ears to pay attention to any movement around her. She could only occasionally hear the sound of George Sheng flipping through the pages of the book. He had been reading this The Appearance of Officialdom for a long time. .

Not daring to sleep, Song Xi was thinking wildly, she took it for granted that George Sheng should be a cruel, merciless person, plus bullying, ignorant and incompetent... She used all the negative words on him, because this is what she learned from other people. He patched up his imagination.

In fact, she is not a person who likes to listen to rumors, but everyone spreads George Sheng too evilly, and the Qiao family is a well-known existence. At the beginning, Qiao Dingxiang made his fortune by earning a fortune. give face?

In George Sheng’s life, he is Qiao Dingxiang’s only son, and he never shows up in public. People don’t know what he looks like in real life. Some people say he looks ugly, and some say he is ugly, but in fact George Sheng is a bit too good-looking.

Now he is reading a book beside her, it may be pretending, half an hour may be stiff, but after more than an hour, Song Xi can still hear the sound of someone flipping the book, she is really puzzled, what is the relationship? Really love this book.

The drowsiness gradually hit, and Song Xi's defense line gradually began to weaken. She used the remaining rationality to think about it, should she get out of bed and sleep?

Going on would mean that the first civil war with George Sheng would end in her compromise, and she was obviously the one who was right. If she still retreated, there would really be no way out for her in the future.

Forget it, just sleep and sleep, who is afraid of whom?

In fact, Song Xi didn't think that George Sheng would plot against her. Don't ask her why she has such an idea, it's a woman's sixth sense.

George Sheng saw that she was always indifferent, and occasionally when she was in a bad mood, it would be mixed with disgust, sarcasm, and naked disdain... Just pick out any of these words, it doesn't seem like she will like her, so even if the two Lying on the same bed, Song Xi also felt very safe.

Just like that, she completely let go of her defenses, and fell asleep in a flick.

In a trance, Song Xijue's vision went dark, something scratched the tip of her nose, it was a little itchy, she frowned, raised her hand to touch it, but she touched something else, opened her eyes suddenly, Song Xi looked at it first. When it was dark, she paused for two seconds before she suddenly realized that it was George Sheng's pajamas, and he was about to press on her.

Shocked, Song Xi pushed the person in front of him away vigorously, regardless of whether he had a back problem. At the same time, a neat carp straightened up and sat up.