Life With You

Under George Sheng's gaze, Song Xi looked away, raised her hand to touch the ball on the top of her head, and turned around and said, "Is breakfast from over there?"

She walked forward, and the moment she turned her back, her facial features were frowning together.

When coming to Macau, the pork chop bun is a must. Song Xi went straight to a store in line. There were five people in front of her. She took the money out of the bag and prepared it in advance.

Upon seeing this, George Sheng said in a quiet voice, "Take it away."

Song Xi turned her head and looked up at him: "What are you doing? You are still machismo and don't want women to pay the bill?"

George Sheng pursed his beautiful thin lips, trying to scare her with his eyes, but Song Xi turned it painlessly, his eyes full of pork chop buns.

When the two of them were in line, Song Xi handed over a five hundred Hong Kong dollar. At the same time, George Sheng handed over a red RMB.

The Hong Kong dollar is commonly used here in Macau, and the renminbi is also used, but the exchange rate is also calculated, which is troublesome.

There were still people lined up behind. The boss looked at Song Xi and then at George Sheng, and said that he would let the girl treat him first and received five hundred Hong Kong dollars.

Song Xi took a pork chop bag and walked towards the end of the line with George Sheng. She whispered, "I can afford a breakfast."

George Sheng heard it and said, "Find a place to sit down and eat."

There were restaurants across the snack street. Song Xi followed George Sheng into one, upstairs and downstairs, and the two went up to the second floor. George Sheng flipped through the order book and Song Xi was eating pork chop buns.

"What do you want to eat?" he asked.

Song Xi replied vaguely: "Whatever, watch it."

After George Sheng ordered the meal, when he looked up, Song Xi had eaten a whole pork chop bag and handed him the other one. She said, "Eat while it's hot, it's really delicious."

George Sheng didn't answer: "You eat it, I don't like it."

Song Xi said, "Try it, it tastes different from the one sold in Yecheng, it's very fragrant."

George Sheng teased: "The moon abroad is rounder, isn't it?"

Hearing this, Song Xi glanced at him: "Don't eat it."

She opened the bag and ate by herself. It didn't take long for the clerk to walk over and bring Song Xi a cup of milk tea and George Sheng a cup of black coffee.

Upon seeing this, Song Xi subconsciously said, "You still drink coffee after sleeping like this, do you really want to be a cat head sheng?"

She reacted slightly. The clerk hadn't left yet, and looked at the two hesitantly. George Sheng first whispered to the clerk: "Thank you."

After the clerk left, he stared at Song Xi fiercely: "What did you call me just now?"

Song Xi was holding two-thirds of pork chop bags, her **** and white eyes clearly dodged her, her pink lips were uneasy, she couldn't tell him, did she give him a nickname in private?

"Song Xi..."

When George Sheng called her, Song Xi looked at him with innocent and pitiful eyes, and said softly, "I'm complimenting you. Do you know what animal I liked the most when I was a kid? Owl has a small face and big eyes. The look in my eyes is good. In my heart, female owls are white, rich and beautiful, and male owls are tall, rich and handsome. I swear, I really praise you."

Song Xi held the pork chop bag in one hand and raised four fingers except the thumb in the other.

When George Sheng saw this, a touch of disgust and helplessness flashed across his eyes, his thin lips opened, and he said in a deep voice, "Your family swears to raise four fingers?"

Song Xi turned his head and glanced at his right hand. It was indeed strange, and then he tried three and two fingers.

George Sheng was caught off guard, and the corners of his lips moved. Song Xi also had a good look. He looked at him and grinned: "Then, smile. Don't scold me anymore."

George Sheng constricted a smile, strained his face again, glanced at her, and said nothing else, only took out the cigarette case from his trouser pocket, Song Xi said: "Don't smoke, I saw the no-smoking sign downstairs. "

George Sheng put away the cigarette pack angrily, Song Xi asked again: "Do you use the e-cigarette I gave you?"

George Sheng said, "No."

Song Xi asked: "Why not use it?"

George Sheng's tone was light and choking, "I don't want to use it."

Song Xi curled her lips: "You don't like what is good for you."

She was referring to things, such as e-cigarettes, longans, and items other than the black series. He didn't like many things.

However, George Sheng was a little wrong for a moment. He didn't like it when he was good to him. She was good to him. Although he rarely praised her, he understood it all in his heart.

The clerk came over with a tray, and gave each of them a bowl of water crab porridge, bamboo noodles, egg rolls and almond cookies.

Song Xi just ate a half pork chop bun when she was hungry. At this time, the hunger was suppressed. She took the spoon and scooped the water crab porridge one by one, without rushing to deliver it to her mouth.

George Sheng sat opposite her, somehow, suddenly asked: "Do you like Tong Hao?"

Song Xi quickly raised his head, with obvious surprise and gaze in his eyes. George Sheng didn't raise his eyes and drank the porridge to himself. Song Xi asked instead, "Why do you ask?"

George Sheng raised his eyes, facing her, his thin lips opened: "I heard that you asked for a leave this time for Tong Hao. If you come here for a date, I won't be able to separate you. I can call him back."

Song Xi stared at George Sheng without blinking, his face was as usual, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.

Song Xi said frankly: "Correct, I asked for leave to come here to race cars, so I took a vacation before that year."

As she said, she added another sentence: "But it can't be said that it has nothing to do with Tong Hao. If it were not for him, I would not have this opportunity."

George Sheng's slender fingers held a white porcelain spoon, his eyes hung slightly, his voice could not distinguish between emotions and anger, and he still said: "You didn't answer my question."

Song Xi also lowered his eyes, scooped the porridge mechanically, and opened her pink lips: "I like it. I used to hate him, but after this racing, we are buddies. I like to be friends with him. What's wrong?"

Lifting his head, Song Xi looked at George Sheng.

George Sheng's voice was as usual, and he said lightly: "It's nothing, can't you care about your friend's emotional state?"

He took a piece of almond biscuits and ate it, and Song Ximei's eyes slipped through accident and defense. After a few seconds, he said tentatively, "How do you feel that you are weird today."

George Sheng said: "Maybe it's too bright."

Song Xizheng wondered what he meant, and he immediately said, "Maotousheng, right? Maybe at night, you will find me more familiar."

Hearing this, Song Xi suddenly felt guilty again, and secretly asked how could he hold hatred like this? She forgot all about it.

After his interruption, the two changed the subject. Song Xi never knew. When George Sheng asked her if she liked Tong Hao, she replied that she liked him. Such a person who could not change his face before Tai Shan collapsed suddenly His heart sank, and after a long time, he realized it later. That feeling was called fear.

Song Xi felt that George Sheng was weird, and George Sheng also felt that he was weird. It was because she called him Mao Tou Sheng to her face. He only gave a few threats in his eyes and silently endured it.