Life With You

It is said that more than 90% of the grievances in life are all given in RMB. Gu Dongxu also wanted to make Han Chunmeng feel less wronged. In the past, Han Chunmeng raised cats, but Gu Dongxu did not dare to take people and cats together. Now two cats The master has changed hands, so Gu Dongxu calmly took in Han Sanpang.

In this regard, Song Xi agreed with both hands and feet.

While chatting, Song Xi suddenly thought of something. Suddenly he gave a ‘tsk’, and Gu Dongxu asked, “What’s wrong?”

Song Xi frowned and said, "Look at my memory, why I forgot to tell Da Mengmeng, Bai was calling her for so long."

Gu Dongxu asked, "What's the matter?"

Song Ximei replied: "A person you don't know, I met Da Mengmeng when we were in the mall before. She was talking about being handsome before, saying that it was too bad to leave a phone number. I happened to meet again tonight. That person, that person took the initiative to keep the number and asked me to transfer it to Da Mengmeng."

Gu Dongxu was professionally possessed, and instinctively questioned: "Who?"

Song Xi said, "I didn't ask for the name. He said he saw me when he went to the hospital, but I didn't have any impression of him."

Gu Dongxu said: "Good-looking?"

Song Xi smiled and replied: "Of course, otherwise Da Mengmeng can talk about it for several days."

Gu Dongxu despised, "The degree of her **** is proportional to her weight, and she can't walk when she sees a bit of beauty."

Song Xi ridiculed every day, "She didn't stop walking when she saw you, 80% of you are not handsome enough."

Gu Dongxu "cut" without thinking, "Thanks to my Buddha's blessing, I was spared."

After all, without waiting for Song Xi to answer, he asked himself: "Hey, the parents are so handsome, what do you like about her? He also took the initiative to leave his phone number. It's not an organization that trafficked fat people?"

Song Xi was angry and laughing, and cursed: "Do you hurt or not? Believe it or not, I will call and tell Da Mengmeng?"

Gu Dongxu said: "It was originally, I am fat spring, I have no money and no body, what do people think of her?"

Song Xi said, "You look beautiful, do you dare to say that Damengmeng is not good-looking?"

Gu Dongxu said: "I have known each other for so long, and I feel numb."

Song Xi rolled his eyes, "I think you are envious and jealous, are you afraid of others chasing Damengmeng?"

"Ha..." Gu Dongxu couldn't hide his words, and said with a smile: "Sister Xi, don't bring dirty water on me like this."

Song Xi raised her chin and joked, "As long as someone is chasing Da Mengmeng these years, you will immediately set up a special investigation team. If you want to dig out all the eight generations of people's ancestors, you will be blind?"

Gu Dongxu cut off Song Xi's thoughts with just one sentence. He said, "If I like Fat Chun, can I have a girlfriend for so many years?"

Song Xi's eyes were obvious, and then he slowly said, "Yes."

The two chatted for a while, and Gu Dongxu took the initiative to return to the topic, "How much is the man's phone number, don't give Pang Chun first, you are upset, don't have a brain, don't look back and let people sell it without knowing it, let me explore first road."

Hearing that, Song Xi frowned and replied in annoyance: "Don't mention it, I wrote the number on my hand. I don't know when the palm of my hand sweats, and several numbers are worn off."

In fact, Song Xi could probably guess when his palms were sweating. One was in the restaurant. When George Shengdi was about to bear the consequences with Huo Jiamin, she could clearly feel a rush of heat all over her body, evaporating towards her limbs; the second time was when she entered the door and saw Coke sitting on the second floor. On the stairs, Song Xisheng was afraid that George Sheng would turn his face and refuse to recognize people. When he was holding Coke, his palms were wet.

This was a sad story. As a result, Gu Dongxu was happy. He bluntly said that Han Chunmeng didn't have the life of a handsome guy, and he was happy...it was a fall.

The two phone calls totaled one hour. Gu Dongxu knew that Song Xi would have to get up early for work tomorrow, so he took the initiative to hang up. Song Xi glanced at the time it was not early. After tidying up, he lay down in bed to brew sleepiness, but he lay down for a long time, tossing and turning. Song Xi couldn't sleep.

In the dark night, she suddenly turned up and turned on the bedside lamp, with an expression of anguish that was tortured by hunger.

It's all because of George Sheng. She had eaten well before, but Cheng Yaojin had to kill him halfway.

Song Xi is a delicate life and can't be hungry. As long as he is hungry, he must be unable to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Song Xi had to crept out of the room and went to the kitchen on the first floor. She opened the refrigerator dedicated to vegetables. Her eyes lit up when she saw tomatoes and eggs. She took out a persimmon and an egg and found it in the old place. Bai Mian, Song Xi's kung fu is full of pimple soup.

When people eat and drink, they are always extraordinarily emboldened, stunned, seven dissatisfied and eight dissatisfied, but only one is hungry. Song Xi immediately forgot the unhappiness in the past and just thought. Fill the stomach.

In the dead of night, when Song Xi was lowering her head to make peace with her face seriously, she suddenly heard a male voice behind her: "What are you doing?"

So scared, she couldn't say anything. Song Xi closed her eyes and turned around slowly.

At the door of the kitchen, George Sheng, dressed in black silk pajamas, stood there. Song Xiyu was shocked and wanted to lose her temper.

George Sheng's eyes were sharp, and he saw the persimmons and eggs on the white cutting board. What a familiar configuration, before Song Xi answered, he directly ordered, "Bring me one."

After speaking, turn around and leave.

Song Xi didn't even have time to freak out, so she could only swallow this wretched breath in secret.

In less than ten minutes, George Sheng, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV, heard Song Xi's voice in the kitchen, "Okay."

He couldn't sleep because he was hungry. He wanted to eat pimple soup when he was in the old house. Now, "Nothing will be forgotten, there must be a response." George Sheng quickly got up and walked to the kitchen.

As soon as he entered the kitchen door, George Sheng first saw Song Xi sitting aside. She lowered her head to eat, and the bowl in front of her was as big as her face.

His eyes searched the neighborhood quickly. Not long after, George Sheng saw a small bowl next to it. The newly made pimple soup in the bowl was steaming and scented, but...

When he walked to the table, George Sheng looked at the palm-sized bowl and asked, "Is this mine?"

Song Xi didn't even lift her head. "Yeah."

George Sheng glanced at her bowl again and asked, "Any more?"

Song Xi replied calmly: "Nothing."

George Sheng's rare patience, he asked unbelievingly, "Is your face gone?"

Song Xi still didn't look up and didn't open his eyes, and said lightly: "There is still more than half a bag."

At this time, George Sheng finally had to believe his instincts, Song Xi deliberately, she was deliberately provoking him.

He thought he would be particularly angry, but in fact he was indeed angry, but secretly he was very angry.

Pulling the chair away, George Sheng didn't take it to the dining room to eat, but took a seat and ate silently.

Song Xi's heart was dark, and it was not too late for a woman to take revenge for ten minutes. She really regarded her as a soft persimmon. She really hated that she didn't study chemistry. Otherwise, she would kill him with some drugs.

She naively thought that George Sheng had swallowed this suffocation, and she was gutting hard, who expected...