Life With You

George Sheng's face remained as usual: "The game serves professionally. If you want to exercise your neck, I will ask the doorman to accompany you to practice."

Song Xi was frustrated in his chest, his liver aching with anger.

George Sheng was right. She was here to practice and swallow all the unhappiness back in her stomach. Song Xi took the ball and secretly said that the right to serve this time was in her hands. It was her turn to give George Sheng a bit of color. .

With a quick swing, Song Xi sent a straight ball, and the badminton went straight in front of George Sheng. This angle was very difficult to pick up. However, George Sheng stood still and did not move his hand. As if he didn't use much force, the white ball immediately turned around. Flew towards Song Xi to the left.

Song Xi quickly backed away. Because the distance was far away, she used a lot of effort to fight back. George Sheng still stood on the spot, and twisted his elbow slightly as he did last time. With great strength, the white ball head flexed on the racket, no more, no less, just over the net.

Song Xi had already rushed back as hard as he could, with his arms extended to the maximum, almost staggering. The moment the ball hits the ground, it was like George Sheng stepping on her nerves.

George Sheng thought she would go crazy, but she took a deep breath. It seemed that she knew she was slapping her face when she opened her mouth, so she endured it.

The game is like this. Everyone is rushing to play at all kinds of tricky angles. If you can get it in one shot, you will never take two shots. As George Sheng said, if she wants to play high, it is better to ask the guardian to come to practice.

Song Xi held the ball and was frustrated by George Sheng twice, and his arrogance and Dou Yan climbed together, suffocating his energy to make him eat it again.

But reality is often unsatisfactory. Song Xi kept bending down to pick up the ball, serve, and then pick up the ball...

There are no fewer than twenty times in this cycle, and Song Xi has never said a word. This time it is George Sheng's turn to whisper in his heart. This boy won't be angry, right?

Thinking, Song Xi sent a fast ball, and George Sheng could obviously buckle her, but he changed his mind temporarily and raised her wrist to feed her a high ball.

Song Xi raised his head and backed quickly, and gave a diagonal straight ball. He was afraid that George Sheng would adjust her, so he immediately returned to the front court. Unexpectedly, George Sheng was a high ball again, and Song Xi ran back again, twice. After that, George Sheng couldn't bear it. Seeing her running around the court, it was pitiful.

So he deliberately released the water, and a soft note came. Song Xi was like an eagle. Don't give her a chance. With a sudden slap, the white ball quickly crossed the net and was smashing at the feet of George Sheng.

George Sheng thought she would relieve her anger. He watched Song Xi stand where she was, staring at him with no good eyes, and asked aloud, "Why are you letting water out?"

George Sheng didn't want to admit it, but when the words came to his lips, he calmly replied: "We are not at the same level."

The most irritating words are nothing more than this, Song Xi understands this truth, but it is still disturbing.

If you want to fight back, what people say is the truth, you want to accept it calmly, but you can't do it.

Song Xi stood on the spot and took a few breaths. Then he stepped to the lounge chair. George Sheng looked at her back. She walked over and took off her jacket, jeans and snow boots on her lower body, and a black sweetheart neck shirt on her upper body.

While twisting his arms and walking on the court, Song Xi found herself a step down: "It's uncomfortable to wear a coat, you are trying to force me to be serious."

George Sheng did not expose her for the first time, only said: "Come on."

Song Xi was playing hot, rolled up her sleeves and held the badminton. From the beginning, he was aggressive. George Sheng put half of the water and killed her without a single or two strokes, but every single stroke was not easy to pick up. Song Xi ran all over the court, George Sheng is almost standing still.

After playing for twenty minutes, George Sheng took the initiative: "Let's take a rest."

He stepped towards the lounge chair, but Song Xi squatted down and picked up a bottle of water. George Sheng turned to look at her. Song Xi's beautiful goose egg blushed, squatting, her arms drooping weakly, because her waist was a little bent and full Pressing her upper body on her leg, from George Sheng's perspective, she could just see a piece of white snow and deep gully under her neckline.

For two seconds, George Sheng looked away, unscrewed the bottle cap and looked up to drink water.

"Exposed."

Song Xi blushed with exhaustion and her head swelled. Hearing the sound, he looked at George Sheng, "Huh?"

George Sheng did not look at her, and said: "Your chest is about to fall out."

Song Xi looked down, and from her perspective, the scenery was even more amazing.

Subconsciously raised his hand to lift the clothes on his chest. At the same time, he instinctively stood up. Because of the violent rise, the blood supply was insufficient, there was a brief moment of gray in front of him, and nothing was seen.

Song Xi stood still and did not dare to move, but his body was obviously stiff.

George Sheng looked at her with tension and concern in his eyes: "What's the matter?"

After a few seconds, the grayness in front of him gradually disappeared, and Song Xi replied: "It's okay, I got up too fast."

George Sheng said, "Come here today."

Song Xi said, "It was hard to come over. It took a while, and it wasn't enough for Yuan Bao to be bothersome."

George Sheng sat on the lounge chair, looked at her unsmilingly, and said in a deep voice, "You were hungry without eating, and I won't take you away if you faint."

Speaking of eating, Song Xi's eyes changed, as if thinking of something, he walked quickly to the lounge chair.

George Sheng had Song Xi's bag at hand. Without even thinking about it, she bent down and turned over it.

George Sheng didn't mean it, but the two were so close. He raised his eyes and found that the two **** in her neckline were full and white, and the skin was delicate like fine porcelain, with no pores visible on her body. The most important thing is that she is so thin, how can she have such a big breast?

From his point of view, it's all the breasts, and he can't even see the underwear.

Song Xi quickly took out two bags of things from the bag, straightened up, and handed one of them to George Sheng.

George Sheng looked a little unnaturally, did not answer, and asked in a low voice: "What?"

Song Xi said: "French honey cherries are delicious, you can taste them, add sugar and calories, and practice with me for an hour."

George Sheng took it and looked suspiciously at the back of the snack, where it was made: Yecheng Xingning.

Turn it over again and see what French honey cherry is, it's Franty.

George Sheng raised his eyes to see Song Xi who was eating in front of him, and asked, "Are you not literate?"

After Song Xi realized, she lowered her head and took a look, and then said: "Da Mengmeng told me about France, I didn't take a closer look."

George Sheng put the bag aside, making it clear that he didn't want to eat a snack from around the night city.

Song Xi handed over the bag in her hand and strongly recommended: "You try one, it suits your taste especially, Da Mengmeng recently lost weight, and she gave me all the snacks. She said she'll be happy if I eat this. Thinking of you is your food."

She kept sending the open bag to George Sheng's mouth. George Sheng frowned, unable to hide, raised her right hand, grabbed her wrist to bring the bag closer, and ate one. .

Sweet and sour, like prunes, it's really delicious.