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Drink and drink! Does she have any insight?

George Sheng wanted to lose his temper, but he had some scrupulous consequences in an instant. He didn't want to go back to the cold war stage. He was always the only one to show his face, but Song Xi was so anxious that his six relatives would not recognize him, even he dared to shake his face. People.

It is not easy for her to boil medicine, and suffering is not her fault.

After a few seconds of silence, George Sheng persuaded himself for the first time, but if so, he would not easily show Song Xi's amiable expression.

With a sullen face, he asked instead: "If the medicine doesn't work, what do you say?"

Song Xi replied frankly and confidently, "You just need to listen to me, and I promise it will work."

George Sheng still said: "No?"

Song Xi said: "No effect, the same medicine, how much you drink, how much I drink."

She dared to speak wildly, and George Sheng didn't answer for a moment.

Song Xi looked at him, but suddenly said, "What if it works?"

George Sheng's eyelids lifted.

Song Xi said, "I will confess if it doesn't work. If it works, what would you say?"

Why did George Sheng forget that she was not a soft persimmon, she dared to hold a knife at Jiang Jiayi from the old house, dared to beat people in front of Tong Hao, and now she dared to confront him.

With her eyes facing each other, Song Xi had full confidence in her eyes, and she looked a bit provocative when she looked closely;

George Sheng is always cold. Few people dare to look at him directly, and it is even more absurd to look at him.

But Song Xi has been trained by him, and she can still bear this little pressure.

After a while, I saw George Sheng's thin lips open. The voice was not loud or small, not salty or weak, and faintly replied: "You brought the medicine back. You should be fortunate that it is cured. It is cured. My name is People go to the hospital to give you pennants."

He was teasing her, but Song Xi immediately picked up her beautiful eyes and replied aloud: "A word is settled, dare you write your name on the banner?"

George Sheng looked at Song Xi straightforwardly, thinking she was a little crazy tonight.

"Write my name, do you dare to accept it?"

Song Xi said, "If you dare to give it away, of course I dare to accept it."

George Sheng's eyes were deep, and he replied with a meaningful tone: "Okay, a word is a deal, with a course of treatment, the time is up to you."

Song Xi said: "You have been suffering from a stubborn illness for almost ten years. Traditional Chinese medicine focuses on conditioning. It is not a western medicine with curative effects in a short while. Let me take 30 pairs back. One pair a day for 30 days. During the course of treatment, I will adjust the treatment plan at any time according to your situation. You only need to make sure that you can truthfully report your true feelings."

George Sheng looked at her with a look of distrust, his eyes flashed with disdain, and he replied: "No one wants to fall asleep more than myself."

Song Xi had a similar expression, and even a similar tone, replied: "Maybe this person is me."

After she finished speaking, she added: "Mr. Joe, if you want to hire me as a private doctor, please talk to me during the day. It's half past one in the morning and I need to rest."

George Sheng said without expression: "You are standing here and saying."

Song Xi choked and almost couldn't help rolling her eyes at him.

She turned around and wanted to leave, but suddenly thought of something, she turned back and walked to the window.

George Sheng watched her raise her hand to close the window, then came to the coffee table in front of him, twisted the lid of the aromatherapy burner, and lit the aromatherapy with a lighter.

Everything was done, Song Xi looked at him and said, "Stop smoking before going to bed. If you really want to smoke, don't smoke in the room. Good night, I wish you a good night's sleep."

After that, she really left this time, and brought the door to the room.

George Sheng sat on the sofa, watching the faint smoke from the aromatherapy burner, and soon a faint scent floated into his nose, which was the familiar smell yesterday.

Song Xi secretly described him as a straight steel-like man. This is true. The only incense that George Sheng has burned is the incense for Guan Erye. He doesn't spray perfume on weekdays, and he does his best to use toiletries. Choose the one that tastes very light.

He didn't like the smell of specially made incense on the old man, he was too tired to think about it.

But at this moment, the room was filled with medicinal and incense, and he was in it, as if he was about to become immortal in the next second.

There was still a taste of neither sweet nor bitter in his mouth, George Sheng got up and went into the bathroom shortly after sitting, brushing his teeth for a minute longer than usual.

When he came out again, he instinctively bent over to get the cigarette on the table. The cigarette was already on his lips, and it was almost a fire. When he suddenly thought of Song Xi's words, George Sheng hesitated.

Forget it, he doesn't smoke. If he can't sleep later, she will look good tomorrow!

Putting down the cigarette, George Sheng lay on the bed, turned off the light, and waited for sleep.

In the dead of night, he closed his eyes. Not long after, he was filled with images that were not suitable for children. Various places and various postures seemed to be in a trance, and her babble rang in his ears.

With a frown, George Sheng opened his eyes. He has excellent night vision and can clearly see the furnishings of the entire room without buffering. He thought this would make him more awake, but... when he opened his eyes to see the sofa, he thought of something The scene of a man kneeling in front of the sofa, holding his hands tightly against the gap in the sofa...

But after thinking about it, he reacted. George Sheng was so irritated, he almost wanted to stand up, and went upstairs to ask her what kind of incense she gave him, what medicine she took, and did she secretly give him something. Head down?

But all the anger and struggle finally turned into surrender to the primitive instinct of the body.

Just like Song Xi said, the kidney fire is too strong, it is caused by the excess of certain things, just vent it. As far as George Sheng, the only difference is that he was consumed in a dream yesterday. Today, It is self-consumption in a waking state.

He hasn’t had a woman for a few years. It’s not that he has a problem, but that he simply doesn’t like it. Doing such things with people he doesn’t like. For one thing, he can’t be interested, and secondly, he doesn’t want others to take advantage of it. It is better to solve it by yourself.

Chang Jingle nicknamed him a monk, George Sheng didn't take it seriously. He still felt that Chang Jingle was a female public servant. He was there wherever needed, and he was not afraid of being tired.

Now for two days in a row, in the same scene, George Sheng is standing in the bathroom with no lights on, breathing heavily.

After coming out of the shower, he lay on the bed again this time. I wonder if he was tired from tossing. He actually felt a little sleepy. When he opened his eyes again, it was dawn again. George Sheng did not dream, but he was indeed asleep.

He got up and looked at the thermos cup and the incense burner on the coffee table. Suddenly, he had an evil thought — Song Xi shouldn't add anything to the medicine, so that he would have to consume it all night. When you are tired, you will naturally feel sleepy.

If this is the case, it can only be said that the most poisonous wasp tail needle!

But this thought disappeared immediately. She also drank the Chinese medicine, so she wouldn't even try to cheat him, right?