Life With You

Song Xi was telling the truth, but when I heard George Sheng's heart changed, she didn't want his money. Today, she rushed to spend wherever money was needed all day, making it clear that she did not treat him as her own. Even if there is such a marriage certificate, it is still false.

There are many restaurants near the casino. The two are walking on the square. Not far away is a huge four-person Christmas tree covered with fluorescent **** and ribbons. Many tourists gathered nearby to take pictures. Song Xi also took out his mobile phone and took two pictures. Zhang, then turned his head and asked George Sheng, "Do you want to shoot for you?"

Knowing what his answer was, she couldn't help teasing him.

George Sheng's face was as usual, and he replied lukewarmly, "It's not a couple, why do you do such a crooked thing?"

Song Xi said, "Who said that only couples can take pictures of each other? I still have photos of Dongxu on my phone. Are we lovers?"

George Sheng's voice was indifferent again: "I only let my girlfriend shoot."

Song Xi wasn't angry, but her beautiful eyes picked up a meaningful look.

George Sheng squinted at her: "Just say what you want."

Her appearance clearly shows that she has an idea.

Hearing this, Song Xi shook his head deliberately: "Forget it."

George Sheng said: "Don't let me say it a second time."

Song Xi said: "Faithful, you don't like to hear what I said, why should I not find it happy?"

"Say." George Sheng's voice was low and threatening.

Song Xi was also stunned. When he said this, his voice fell, and she immediately said: "You said that you can still find a girlfriend with your temper? It would be nice to have two friends by your side. I'll take photos of you, Chang Jingle and they all gave you the nickname Qiao Monk, you are not too slow."

Seeing what she said slipped away, it was not a temporary motive, but a long-planned plan.

After Song Xi was happy for a while, he immediately looked at George Sheng nervously for fear that he would suddenly turn his face. However, George Sheng was unexpectedly calm. He didn't even have threatening eyes. Song Xi's eyes were suspicious, and he was even more nervous, afraid of the storm. The tranquility before.

The two walked forward at a distance of one and a half people. After seven or eight seconds, Song Xi asked, "Are you angry?"

"I'm just saying loyalty is against your ears, you still have to listen, okay, when I didn't say, if you don't like it, you can turn me back."

George Sheng's thin lips opened, and his voice couldn't distinguish his anger and anger: "Why should someone who doesn't have a boyfriend tell me the truth? You are twenty-six this year. Look at the young people all over the street. You can be them. Auntie."

Hearing this, Song Xi almost vomited blood.

Even a beautiful woman cares about age most. George Sheng held back for a long time without speaking, feelings are waiting here.

Angrily turned back and laughed, Song Xi said, "I was chased by someone, but I didn't agree!"

George Sheng replied in a calmer tone than her, "How do you know that I am not chasing?" It depends on whether he is willing to nod his head.

Song Xi choked at first, but soon regained his strength. He looked up and said suspiciously, "Who can stand your temper?"

George Sheng said: "Cats and dogs have a good temper. Everyone can raise them. If they are angry, they can have a fight. You can be more cruel. You can lose them. Tiger and lion try?"

Song Xi looked at George Sheng, and once again lost his words. The first thought in her heart was: She can't even bother him!

George Sheng looked at Song Xi. The colorful lights on the Christmas tree opposite were reflected on his pure black eyes, making his pupils look magnificent and unusual, and his thin lips opened. He said Song Xi’s impressive words: "Fish looking for fish, Shrimp look for prawns, don’t expect tigers and lions to look for cats, cats and dogs, do you think it matches well?

Song Xijue's George Sheng's eyes were deep, not angry, but rare serious.

Originally it was just a funny quarrel with him. I don't know which sentence to start with. Both of them are a little serious, so they can't get off the stage at this moment. Song Xi's eyes dodge briefly, and then his anger dropped by two minutes, and he said: "Don't look at me with such a look at the weak. I am not a cat or dog. I have not been a vegetarian since I was a child."

George Sheng also kept his eyes away, looked ahead, and said in a haughty tone mixed with indifference: "Among the lions and tigers, there must be the most powerful one."

The implication is obvious, even if Song Xi promoted herself from a cat, a cat, a dog, to a liger, then she would not be the top one.

After Song Xi heard this, the corner of her lips twitched, half-jokingly and half-jokingly, "Do you still want to be Simba?"

After all, without waiting for George Sheng to answer, she couldn't help but laugh, and said: "Forget the Lion King, you are the Owl King."

Song Xi would often be amused by herself. At this moment, when the voice fell, she laughed first.

George Sheng listened to the dying laughter in his ear, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of her wiping tears, and was thinking about how to treat her. Suddenly, he ran up to a half-sized girl from behind, who was not as long as his leg and was wearing Christmas clothes The little red dress, holding a basket of red roses in his hand, raised his head high, and asked in a milky voice: "Uncle, Merry Christmas, buy a flower for your girlfriend, right?"

George Sheng and Song Xi both stopped and looked down at the little girl in front of him. George Sheng's expression was pale: "She is not my girlfriend."

The little girl blinked her big innocent eyes, seemingly at a loss, but did not leave.

Song Xi knelt down, raised her hand to touch the owl hair accessory on her head, and smiled and said, "Merry Christmas."

The little girl looked at Song Xi and said, "Merry Christmas."

Song Xi bent her eyes and said, "Call me sister, can I buy your flowers?"

The little girl nodded: "Sister."

The corners of Song Xi's lips raised: "Good."

"How much does yours cost?"

"Fifty dollars."

"Fifty Hong Kong dollars?"

The little girl nodded.

Song Xi counted the flower basket. There were 36 flowers in total. She took out two thousand Hong Kong dollars from the bag and said, "Do you know how much thirty-six multiplied by fifty is?"

The little girl shook her head, and Song Xi said, "It's one thousand eight hundred yuan. My price is two thousand yuan. Would you give me the flower basket too?"

The little girl turned her head and looked away. Song Xi followed her gaze. There stood a young woman in Christmas clothes with a large flower basket in her hand. The woman trot over. Song Xi made it clear to her that the woman received two thousand. HKD, said Merry Christmas, and left with the little girl.

Song Xi carried the flower basket and looked at George Sheng with delight, deliberately slowing down for a while, and cried out: "Uncle? Tsk..."

Song Xi sighed, shook his head lightly, "It's all twenty-seven, look at the young people all over the street, hey."

George Sheng's handsome face was colorfully reflected by the Christmas tree, and even the usual coldness was much less, cast a psychedelic magnificent color.

He was about to speak, Song Xi took the lead, handed the flower basket in his hand, and smiled and said, "Mao Tou Sheng, Merry Christmas."

The streets are full of men giving roses to women, but George Sheng is the only one here, Song Xi carrying a basket of bright red, which can be said to be very active.