Life With You

The master and apprentice had dinner together at noon, and then drove Jiang Zongheng home. Before leaving, Jiang Zongheng joked with a serious face: Let's go, let's go fall in love.

Ling Yue didn't say anything, and Song Xi said quietly, I'll listen to you.

The two of them went downstairs and walked out of the community together. Ling Yue wanted to find Qiao Aiwen. Song Xi called George Sheng and he told her to go to Haiwei.

Song Xi asked: Aren't you very busy today?

George Sheng said: Come here now, I still have one hour to spare.

Song Xi couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips and said, Wait for me and get there quickly.

After saying that, she asked again: Do you want anything? I'll bring it to you.

George Sheng lowered his voice and said only two words: I want you.

He was not numb, but Song Xi was numb all over. She hung up the phone beautifully and rushed to Haiwei quickly.

I greeted the people below. Song Xi had just arrived. The front desk had already nodded with a smile and took her to the exclusive elevator. Song Xi went all the way to the top floor. As soon as the elevator door opened, George Sheng picked her up personally and sent her to the door of the office. .

When Song Xi came in, George Sheng was having a voice conference. She walked lightly to the sofa. There were many exquisite snacks on the coffee table. George Sheng was not a girly person, and he had prepared them for her at first glance.

The meeting was all in English. Song Xi was eating and listening to George Sheng speaking English. She knew that his English was very good. When he came here before, she had seen him reading documents from all over the UK.

Finally, George Sheng said, That's it for today.

He hung up the connection, and Song Xi sat on the sofa and clapped her hands: Excellent.

George Sheng said: Come here.

Song Xi said, Come here, I haven't eaten enough yet.

George Sheng said: I have something to look at, bring it over and eat it.

With no choice, Song Xi had to walk to the desk with the pastry plate. There were several documents and contracts in front of George Sheng, and there was just a chair. He sat on it, and she had to stand beside him. George Sheng held her with one hand and called her. Sitting on his lap.

This is the first time that Song Xi sits on George Sheng's lap in his office. Although this action occurs very frequently at home, this is an office after all, and everything is in low-key black, which always gives people a formal and even formal look. Feeling of abstinence, so Song Xi's heartbeat was a little fast and her cheeks were a little hot.

George Sheng hugged her and looked down at the documents on the table. Song Xi inserted a piece of cream and handed it to his lips. George Sheng opened his thin lips and sucked it in.

Is it delicious? Song Xi asked.

Um.

Song Xi looked at George Sheng, and she really agreed. Men who work hard are the most handsome. She suddenly felt a little nymphomaniacal, and couldn't bear to look at him. She came forward and kissed him on the cheek.

She had cherry-colored lip gloss on her mouth, which she had forgotten before the kiss. Now she saw a pink hickey on his cheek. Song Xi raised the corners of her lips and giggled.

George Sheng looked at it carefully, picked up the pen, and signed his name at the end neatly.

Putting down the pen, he finally raised his eyelids and looked up at Song Xi. Song Xi had just put a mouthful of cream into her mouth. Before her lips could close, George Sheng suddenly raised his hand and clasped the back of her neck, pulling her to In front of him, he opened his mouth and held it.

When their tongues touched, they were filled with the taste of vanilla cream, both in her mouth and in his.

Song Xi held a plate in one hand and a fork in the other, sitting on George Sheng's lap. She was kissed until her whole body went limp. At some point, she put down everything without leaving a trace and put her arms around his neck.

Her 'relative' just left a few days ago, which made George Sheng hold it in for five days. He almost went crazy, so he was even more prone to anger in the past two days.

Song Xi was pressed between his chest and the desk. The limited space inspired infinite desire. She was thinking in her heart, what should she do if this continues? She can't be here... Suddenly, her body became empty, It was George Sheng who hugged her and stood up.

The entire side of his room was covered with glass, and the sunlight poured in. There was no corner in the room to hide in. She was so afraid that George Sheng would carry her to the sofa, and she would refuse even to death.

Walking on long legs, George Sheng carried her to a pure black wall with only decorative paintings. He opened his thin lips and his voice was hoarse: Click the middle of the dog leash.

In front of Song Xi was an oil painting. In it was an unknown king of England. He was wearing a hunting suit and holding a whip. There was a hound lying at his feet. The hound was all black and wore a brown collar. Look, the gem in the middle of the necklace is slightly raised.

Song Xi raised her hand and pressed it, and the wall in front of her opened automatically. George Sheng carried her and walked inside. It turned out that there was a hidden lounge inside.

The two came in and the wall behind them closed again. Song Xi was pressed on the big bed by George Sheng. He kissed her while taking off her leggings. Song Xi felt that he was a little anxious today and thought it was because he couldn't wait, or maybe it would be a little later. She had something to do and was in a hurry, but George Sheng's lips slid to her ear and said in a low voice: Don't get your underwear wet, there is no need to change.

Song Xi's head suddenly exploded with a bang, like fireworks. It was a riot of purple and red, and in the end there was only a dazzling white light.

The window of the lounge was blocked by thick black velvet curtains, and the sky was dark. Song Xi was stretched open as much as possible. Although he had hugged him tightly, he still had the illusion that he would be thrown out at any time. Although no one could see him here, After all, this is not home. This kind of insecurity makes Song Xi's heart always carry, but it is also this insecurity that inspires an unprecedented sense of excitement.

It's like doing something bad secretly in public, dangerous and exciting.

She resisted crying out, but George Sheng pushed her too hard, and she just let out a small whimper, breathing heavily, and he said in a deep voice: Don't be afraid, no one will hear her.

Song Xi was very embarrassed, always having the illusion that someone would find out if she shouted.

Outside the office, Yuan Bao came to see George Sheng. The assistant saw him, greeted him with a smile, and reminded him loudly: Miss Song is inside.

Yuan Bao nodded calmly, walked to the door of the office, and knocked on the door for the first time. No one answered the door. Yuan Bao hesitated for a moment. If he didn't have something on hand that he wanted to hand over to George Sheng, he would not have gone in. .

Pushing open the door, before he saw anything, he already said a reminder: Brother Sheng.

Strange, no one has responded yet.

Yuan Bao walked inside, turned the corner and looked to the right. There was no one at the desk or on the sofa. However, Song Xi's bag was placed on the sofa. Someone had eaten the snacks on the coffee table. He walked to the desk. , the file was open and not closed, and there were plates and forks next to it.

Yuan Bao could almost restore the scene where George Sheng and Song Xi were sitting here one to one. Putting down what he was doing, he turned around and walked out. He was almost reaching the door when suddenly a small female voice came from behind the wall. Yuan Bao's footsteps He only paused for a second and quickly walked out. Don't listen to any disrespect.