Life With You

After hanging up the call from Ling Yue, Song Xi immediately thought of George Sheng. She finally had a reason to take the initiative to look for him. She sat up and cleared her throat. She called George Sheng.

George Sheng connected, and Song Xi asked, "Are you still at home?"

George Sheng said: "First floor, come down."

Song Xi hung up the phone, immediately ran into the bathroom, and looked at her face again in the mirror. In fact, she had already seen her face when she got up early, her eyes were swollen, and her face was restored to the same level as before. Don't put on makeup or embellishment.

A few minutes later, Song Xi went downstairs, got rich and bit a toy in the living room. Seeing her, she came running up and down. It is about six months old and can reach Song Xi’s chest when she stands up. Song Xi used to be somewhat Those who are afraid of big dogs can make a fortune and raise them for a long time. Watching him grow up day by day, he doesn't feel scary.

There was no George Sheng in the living room. Song Xi looked for a few places, and finally came to the kitchen suspiciously. He walked to the kitchen door and saw a tall figure standing with her back facing her, under the cabinet, seemingly... Cooking?

Unbelievably, Song Xi stepped in and asked tentatively: "What are you doing?"

George Sheng turned around, took a look at her, and then stood in front of the cutting board, holding a German sharp knife with his slender fingers, looking down and cutting ham, and said, "What else can you do in the kitchen?"

Song Xi got closer and closer, standing one meter near him, looking at the neat and neat diced ham on the cutting board in surprise, still with surprise in her eyes: "You know how to cook?"

George Sheng replied: "Who cooked noodles for you on your birthday?"

Song Xi paused, slightly confused: "It seems that I cooked it myself?"

George Sheng didn't look up, and turned off the subject: "Did you brush your teeth?"

"Ok."

He raised his hand to hold a diced ham and brought it to her lips. Song Xi's heartbeat began to be disordered, but his face remained calm, his mouth opened a bit, his fingers touched her lips, and Song Xi secretly said that he was about to die. .

Watching her eat the diced ham, George Sheng asked, "How is it?"

Song Xi replied: "Old taste, have you processed it?"

George Sheng said, "I cut it."

Song Xi still stayed at the scene of his finger touching her lips, eagerly eager to make a very light ‘cut’, “I wonder why.”

George Sheng put the diced ham into the bowl, then turned to open the white enamel pot lid, Song Xi stepped forward, and the porridge cooked in it, George Sheng put the diced ham in, and said: "Take a few Here comes a salted egg."

Song Xi asked as he walked to the refrigerator, "What do you want salted eggs for?"

George Sheng said: "Cook porridge."

Song Xi couldn't help but ridicule: "There are quite a lot of meetings. Are you really hiding this year and holding it uncomfortably?"

George Sheng replied, "I can't bear your cooking skills."

Song Xi opened the refrigerator and deliberately provoked: "Despise me?"

George Sheng's voice was calm: "It's just that cooking is such a simple thing, and your IQ is so high, why can't you learn it?"

Song Xi took a box of salted eggs and walked back, saying, "My mind is all spent on work, and people's energy is limited, so shortcomings are inevitable."

George Sheng said: "Limited energy does not conflict with whether you want to do it or not. I just want to help you cook porridge. How about you?"

He looked at her suddenly. The kitchen was well lit, and the sunlight came in from the huge glass window behind him. He was all black, but he was covered with gold rims, and his face was not too beautiful.

Song Xi panicked and had an impulse to escape, but the impulse returned to impulse, she still suppressed silently, and replied without losing her aura: "Will you come back for dinner tonight? In order to show that you help me Thanks for preparing breakfast, I specially prepared dinner for you."

George Sheng said: "I went out to eat at night and made an appointment with them."

Song Xi asked: "Who do they have?"

George Sheng said: "Everyone you can think of."

Song Ximei raised her eyes slightly: "...They all know?"

George Sheng said: "Chang Jingle knows, it means everyone knows."

Song Xi paused for two seconds, then sighed slightly and said, "It feels like a Chang Jingle and a Jiamin can cause me a headache."

George Sheng looked at her, not loud, but full of teasing: "Please, please, I will help you stop."

Song Xi raised his eyelids and met George Sheng's gaze. He had a pair of particularly lethal eyes, which scared to death when it was cold, and drowned when it was tender.

Being stared at by such a pair of eyes, who can resist?

Song Xi couldn't help but lowered his gaze slowly, but as soon as he spoke, it was more appealing than his voice, with a bit of grievance in a low voice: "How to ask?"

George Sheng's eyes darkened, and his thin lips lightly opened: "Just ask."

Song Xi said softly: "Then you cover me at night."

George Sheng said: "Okay."

When the voice fell, he held her arms up and pulled her in front of him. Song Xi was always as honest as a cat. He stared at her and asked in a low voice, "Are your eyes all right?"

"Ok."

"Did you miss me last night?"

"I'm asleep." Song Xi said.

George Sheng asked again: "Have you dreamed of me?"

Song Xi raised her head, her eyes narrowed, "Want to hear the truth or lies?"

George Sheng said, "I'll listen to you."

Song Xi said, "The truth is that I didn't dream of it, but the lie is that I dreamed of it."

George Sheng didn't change his face, he just looked at her and said, "Do you want to listen to me?"

Song Xi learned his tone: "Let's talk and listen."

George Sheng said: "I didn't sleep all night."

Song Ximei raised her eyes slightly: "Are you insomnia again?"

George Sheng looked at her straight: "I have been thinking of you."

He was suffering from insomnia. Song Xi was worried about his sleep problems. He didn't expect him to be here waiting for her. Her blood surged and she blushed on the spot.

George Sheng looked as usual, and said in a low voice: "You sleep at least eight hours a day, and I only have four hours at most. I think of you more than you think of me every day. It's unfair to count it like this."

Song Xi was already mad inside, and his face was getting redder. She looked up at him under pressure and asked in a low voice, "How can it be fair?"

George Sheng's lips opened: "I want to."

Song Xi was afraid that it was either a ghost or a messenger, or she was fooled by his beauty, so she jumped into a snare and asked, "Should I give you a kiss?"

George Sheng stood on the spot, with an immortal and demon-like temperament. He was not in the world anyway, with a soft light immersed in his eyes. He didn't say anything, but bowed his head intimately.

Song Xi held her breath, and quickly kissed him on his left cheek, then turned to look at the porridge cooked in the pot: "Hey, don't you want to put salted eggs, don't you put them now?"

George Sheng was standing behind Song Xi, his left hand wrapped her waist naturally, his right hand handed her a wooden spoon, then grabbed her hand and stirred the thicker and thicker porridge in the pot, saying: " Be more diligent in the future, don't just talk about it, I don't want to eat outside things, I want to eat what you make."

Song Xi vowed that her face must be warmer than the bottom of the pot. Who said George Sheng belonged to Monk Qiao, and she promised not to kill him when she came out.