Life With You

Song Xi was asleep, and suddenly someone patted her on the head, "Get up."

Not giving any chance of buffering, Song Xi was awakened directly and suddenly opened her eyes. She saw a dark shadow appearing in front of her. She lifted her eyes and looked up. George Sheng stared at her condescendingly.

It's hard to say whether it was a fire or a panic, Song Xi didn't even have the mood to curse. Anyway, she had already woke up, and she stood up.

Suddenly a sore sensation came from her waist, and she couldn't help it, so she took a breath.

Originally, George Sheng was about to leave, and when he heard the voice, he stared at her again.

Song Xi frowned and stretched out her hand to support her waist.

George Sheng asked: "What's the matter?"

Song Xi didn't answer, and tried to move on her own again. As a result, she couldn't get any strength on her waist. She frowned and had to rub her one hand.

When George Sheng saw this, he frowned and asked again: "Is the waist?"

Song Xi didn't want to be stared at him so straightforwardly, and said aloud: "You have something to go first."

George Sheng's low and lazy voice sounded, "Why did I bring you here?"

Song Xi lowered his gaze, his hands had changed from rubbing to beating. She didn't want to drop the chain, nor did she want to be scolded by him as soon as she opened her eyes.

Just as she was fighting with herself, Song Xiyuguang caught a glimpse of the black silk pants approaching her. As soon as she looked up, George Sheng was already in front of her. He opened the blanket, and he bent down his tall body and put one hand through her. With his back and the other hand crossing the knees, in Song Xi's suddenly diminished pupils, there was a handsome face that he could not bear.

George Sheng hugged Song Xi horizontally, turned and walked towards the big bed.

Song Xi was really taken aback. With hindsight, she instinctively grabbed his clothes and asked vigilantly, "What are you doing?"

She wanted to struggle, but her waist was so painful that she couldn't use her strength at all.

This time it was George Sheng’s turn to not speak. He walked to the big bed, bent down a little and put her down, Song Xi clasped the bed sheet with one hand, and wanted to use his strength to escape from the danger zone, but George Sheng held her arm and one. The legs, as if turning over a pie, turned over directly for her.

It was really in the blink of an eye that the sky was spinning, Song Xi didn't know what was going on, her face was already lying down.

He put his hands on her Yingying waist, and Song Xi was frightened and panicked. With the last bit of effort, he would scratch him when he turned back.

With a ‘pop’, Song Xi was in pain, his beautiful facial features were frowning, and the back of his retracted hand was quickly flushed by him.

George Sheng's cold voice came from behind, "If you don't want to be paralyzed, don't make me angry."

Song Xi didn't know whether it was the back pain or was afraid of being beaten by him. For a while, he honestly did not resist. George Sheng's big hand was still clasped around her waist. Song Xi came to the realization that he was pressing her waist!

From the side of the waist to the direction of the spine, George Sheng’s technique is called professional. When he presses somewhere, Song Xi suddenly grabs the bed sheet and can’t help shouting: “Hey, it hurts, it hurts...”

George Sheng paused for a while, then pressed the middle position again.

Song Xi immediately became nervous, "Don't touch it here, it hurts too much."

George Sheng didn't listen to her, and pressed the thumbs of both hands on the location where she said it hurts, but his strength was reduced a bit. But because of this, Song Xi still buries her face on the bed in pain, clenching her teeth hard.

I don’t know if it’s a place for a long time, and the body becomes more numb. Song Xi gradually feels that he can adapt to the pain, and through a thin layer of silk pajamas, the heat on George Sheng’s hands is completely transmitted to Song Xi’s skin. , That is almost hot temperature.

No longer thinking about the pain in her head, she began to think about other messy things. For example, Song Xi felt a little embarrassed. At this moment, she was lying on the bed like a dead fish. George Sheng was sitting on the side of the bed with his hands all over her. Squeeze your back, mainly in the lower back area, firmly.

She knew that this happened suddenly, and George Sheng would never want to take advantage of her, but... after all, there is a difference between men and women, and she didn't wear underwear in her pajamas. Every time his big hand slipped across her back through the pajamas. , She always has a sense of shame that he sees through.

"Move."

Song Xi was immersed in her own world. What George Sheng said, she did not hear clearly.

Lifting her head slightly, she pretended to ask calmly: "What?"

George Sheng sat on the side of the bed with a look of impatience, "I will let you try to move."

In the morning, he had some bad luck and he wanted to use her as a mechanic.

Song Xi was lying on her stomach, trying to turn her lower body with her waist strength. As expected, she didn't have the sharp tingling sensation before, but it was a little bit sour, but it didn't get in the way.

She was happy for a while and smiled sincerely at George Sheng: "You are so amazing, do you have this ability?"

George Sheng glanced at her coldly and faintly. Song Xi retracted his smile in embarrassment, sat up slowly, stroked the broken hair in his ear, and whispered, "Thank you."

George Sheng got up, pulled his face and said, "Get out of bed and clean up when it's okay."

Song Xi still led his love, and quickly moved out of bed, planning to change clothes.

"Dangdangdang", there was a knock on the door, accompanied by a familiar male voice: "Brother Sheng, are you up?"

It's ingot.

George Sheng replied aloud: "Get up."

Yuan Bao said: "The Cheng family sent a driver and waited downstairs."

"Go down in five minutes."

After listening to Song Xi for five minutes, he hurried to the suitcase to pick up the clothes. Instinctively bent over, the waist still hurts. She grinned in slow motion and changed from bending to squatting. After taking the clothes, she turned to Going in the direction of the bathroom, I did not forget to say to George Sheng: "You can use the bathroom next door if you are in a hurry, thank you."

Song Xi moved quickly, brushing her teeth, washing her face and changing clothes, which took less than three minutes in total. She doesn't use makeup, it depends on her natural beauty. She has white skin, thick eyebrows, and she has bright eyes, white teeth, red lips and white teeth without makeup.

When George Sheng went to the next room to wash his face and brush his teeth, and then returned to the master bedroom to change clothes, Song Xi was ready and sat on the sofa beside him waiting for him.

George Sheng looked at her for two or three seconds, and Song Xi asked, "Is it okay to wear this?"

She is dressed casually, but it doesn't make people feel naive, just simple and generous.

Song Xi thought that George Sheng was looking at her clothes. In fact, he was looking at whether she was wearing makeup. If she didn't change it at all, then he really had to admit that she was pretty; if it was changed, she moved really fast.

Of course, these are his inner activities. On the surface, he didn't change his face and replied indifferently: "Make do."

When Song Xi saw that George Sheng was about to change clothes, she got up and said, "I will go down and wait for you first."

With her bag on her back, she stepped downstairs. Yuan Bao and Wang Qingbin were both sitting on the sofa on the first floor smoking a cigarette. Seeing her coming down, the two stood up and each called Miss Song.

Song Xi smiled and responded, "Brother Wang, early."

For Yuan Bao, she still didn't know what she was going to call, and for the time being, she only said: "Morning."