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George Sheng participated in the Venetian?

On that Christmas day, his amazing gambling skills...

George Sheng looked down slightly, unable to see the expression in his eyes, his face was silent, his thin lips opened, and he replied: "If you want to act, you don't need to go to Macau specially. I will ask Yuan Bao to find some actors for you. How do you want to act? Just play it."

Qiao Aiwen said: "You don't understand, I want the atmosphere in a casino, a group of people surround me, shocked, sighed, admired... I will be equipped with a few super handsome fans next to me."

Before George Sheng could speak, Song Xi said: "My brother doesn't like people to gamble."

Qiao Aiwen talked about the excitement a second ago. Upon hearing this, she turned her head to look at Song Xi: "Ah, actually I don't like gambling. I just like acting, a restless dream of an actress."

She had a note all over her face, and she was dancing in the wind when she talked, as if she could hear a rustle.

Song Xi didn't laugh. There was something in her heart, and she was still thinking about the inside story of George Sheng's participation in The Venetian. If that is the case...

Song Xi was a little stunned. George Sheng had already played the card, and when he looked intently, it was another set of bombs that pressed her to death.

Unable to turn his eyelids, Song Xi looked at George Sheng, suspiciously complaining: "It's either two kings or three 2, or it's fried. Are you a gambler?"

Qiao Aiwen curled her lips and said: "Ten gambles and 9 loses. My brother never gambles, he is lucky."

Song Xi said: "I saw him hide the cards while shuffling the cards last time, and I couldn't see how to hide it with his eyes open."

Qiao Aiwen said: "Well, when we were young..."

She was only halfway talking, and George Sheng interrupted aloud: "Say everything out. I can't hide any housekeeping skills."

Qiao Aiwen immediately reined in the cliff and decided to remain mysterious.

Song Xi was half-observing, and frowned lightly and said, "Do you have public morals? Don't you know it's uncomfortable to hear half-way?"

Qiao Aiwen's face was paper, and she shook her head triumphantly, making it clear that Song Xi was uncomfortable.

Song Xi glanced at George Sheng again, it was even harder for that guy to continue talking, and was so annoying.

The three played cards for more than an hour. In the end, Qiao Aiwen couldn't put a face down, and Song Xi's face was incomplete. Even George Sheng was stuck with two pieces, one on each cheek, and Song Xi's. She also wanted to write something on paper, but George Sheng stopped her.

Before the end, Qiao Aiwen took Song Xi to take a photo together and called George Sheng. Of course he refused. In the end, only the two of them took a picture that couldn't be seen.

Several people drank at noon, Song Xi drank moderately, not much, but at the moment he was slightly drunk and sleepiness surged. Qiao Aiwen tore off the note and fell directly on the bed, closing her eyes and saying: "Good afternoon, see you tonight."

Song Xi got out of bed and went out of the room with George Sheng. There was no one outside. She asked aloud, "Which room is convenient for people to live in? I'm a little sleepy."

George Sheng glanced at her, and then said lukewarmly: "There are so many aunts and chefs in the family, you and I sleep in separate rooms, for fear that others won't know that we are fake?"

Hearing this, Song Xi had a moment of awakening, and he realized it later, just by looking at her expression.

George Sheng turned around, took the lead and walked forward, saying, "Come in."

Song Xi followed George Sheng into his room. His room had only one bed, although it was also a double bed, but...

"I sleep on the sofa." Song Xi said.

George Sheng walked to the sofa, sat down on his own, and said lightly: "I'll read the book for a while, and you can sleep aside."

The implication of stepping aside to sleep is that he will have to sleep as soon as he gets out of order.

Song Xi's heartbeat was like a drum for a while, but she was not sure if it was caused by her innocence. Maybe George Sheng didn't think about anything. Besides, they didn't sleep in a bed before. They were in Panzhou a long time ago. It's inferior to strangers, so you can sleep when you sleep?

Thinking about this, Song Xi tried her best to make herself look more calm, walked to the side of the big bed, she lifted the quilt, and said: "Then I will go to bed first, good afternoon."

George Sheng looked at things and didn't return to her. After Song Xi lay down, turned her back to George Sheng and closed her eyes. She was still very sleepy before, but she couldn't sleep at all.

Also, he was sitting not far away, it would be weird if she could sleep right away.

George Sheng raised his eyes and looked at the bed. Song Xi lay on his side, motionless. Doesn't she like to sleep on her back? Why did you change your posture today?

After lying down for twenty minutes, the drunkenness surged, Song Xi's consciousness gradually became dizzy, and his breathing began to become steady and orderly.

In the quiet room, the sunshine was just right. Song Xi was lying on the side of the big bed to sleep, and George Sheng was sitting on the sofa and reading. From the eyes of those who don't know, the years are quiet and the face is peach blossom.

In a flash, more than an hour passed. In the northern winter, the sun went down early. The sun began to disappear after four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was half dark by five o'clock.

George Sheng has good eyesight at night~www.readwn.com~ does not need light, so I accidentally discovered that the sky is dark.

Looking at the bed again, Song Xi really became lying flat, with her hands folded on her body, quietly.

I don't know if sleeping is contagious, anyway, every time George Sheng sees Song Xi sleeping so soundly, he will feel a little sleepy.

For him, sleepiness is on the verge of luxury, so even George Sheng would not give up such an opportunity easily.

Closing the book, he got up and went to the side of the bed, lying quietly on the other side of the empty space.

Originally, when Song Xi was alone in the bed, it was obvious that the bed was very big, but when George Sheng lay down, he was surprised that there was only half an arm's distance between him and Song Xi.

It's not that he deliberately wanted to get in and take advantage of it. It was because the sofa was not long enough. Besides, his room, her bed, let him sleep on the floor?

George Sheng rolled over, turned his back to Song Xi, closed his eyes, not seeing and not bothering.

But when he closed his eyes, the appearance of Song Xi still clearly appeared in his mind. She sat cross-legged in front of him with the sun shining on her. She was wearing a water pink mohair sweater and a thin chain red heart pendant around her neck. The skin looks like fat.

The line of sight shifted to Song Xi’s face. There were a lot of papers on her face. His most proud work was the one that opened the forehead and put it on the bridge of the nose. Whenever she breathed slightly , Two pieces of paper floated up, like... a raised hijab.

In the darkness, the corners of George Sheng's lips were conspicuous, and he had been holding back while playing cards, but he couldn't hold it anymore.

After lying down for half an hour, George Sheng was still awake and not asleep, so Song Xi moved slightly behind him and he immediately noticed it.

The room was too hot, and Song Xi slept in a sweater again, turning from lying flat to sideways. She lifted the quilt, flicked her arm to the side, and placed it on George Sheng's back.

"Ok……"

Originally George Sheng didn't think about anything, but Song Xi's unconscious grunt, like a shocking palm, slapped him **** his heart.