Life With You

As the saying goes, there is too much speculation, George Sheng returned to the master bedroom, and Song Xi went straight to the guest bedroom.

After she finished taking a shower and opened the bathroom door leisurely, George Sheng, who was sitting on the opposite side of the bed, almost frightened her back into the bathroom. Song Xi's eyes glared, and there was an obvious pause before she said, "Why are you here?"

George Sheng looked up at her, Leng Jun's face was calm, his thin lips opened, and he asked, "Do you sleep in the master bedroom or this room at night?"

Suspicion quickly surged in Song Xi's eyes, looking at it, guarding...

"I'm sleeping in this room." She stared at George Sheng's face, her tone decisively.

When her voice fell, George Sheng raised his long legs and went directly to the bed, lying on the edge of the bed, looking down at the book in his hand.

Song Xi was surprised, standing at the door of the bathroom, staring straight at George Sheng's face.

Without squinting his eyes, George Sheng replied: "We are going to sleep in a room."

Song Xi frowned and asked without thinking, "Why? My waist is not good, and they have seen it."

George Sheng said lightly: "Which couple have you ever seen sleep in separate rooms because one of them has a bad waist?"

Song Xi opened her lips slightly, trying to refute, but she didn't know what to say for a while.

George Sheng tilted his head and looked at Shang Song Xi's indignant eyes. Although his face was expressionless, his mouth was a bit teasing and teasing, "Are you thinking too much? In the same room, you sleep with you, and I sleep. mine."

Song Xiqing frowned and said, "It's just a bed. I can't sleep on the sofa anymore."

George Sheng glanced at her and asked tentatively: "You want to go to bed too?"

Song Xi's eyes widened. What is his name? She was the one who occupied the house first, and his latecomers were the one who was in the posture that she wanted to take advantage.

When George Sheng saw her opening his mouth to refute, he suddenly said, "You sleep on the ground."

With his beautiful fox eyes, he blatantly glanced at the carpet under the bed.

Song Xi was anxious, "Why do I sleep on the ground?"

Whoever sleeps later.

George Sheng said lightly: "You don't have a bad waist, you can't sleep on the soft floor, the floor is hard, and the carpet is not cold."

Song Xi was so angry that the lung tubes were about to explode, and she rushed up in one breath. She resisted the urge to turn his face and tried to be as calm as possible, but said with a bad expression: "I can't sleep in a soft bed, that doesn't mean I have If the bed doesn't sleep, I have to sleep on the ground. I just fell asleep on the bed here."

The implication is that whoever loves to sleep on the ground, she does not sleep anyway.

George Sheng lay leaning against the bed. The bed here was only 1.5 meters wide. It was quite big for a person to sleep alone, but he lay on it as a big man, his long legs directly occupied half, and the remaining half. It's enough to lie down on one person, but if they really lie down, the two of them are almost like a bed.

His expression was indifferent as usual, he didn't respond, didn't stop, as if he didn't hear, the most important thing was that he didn't mean to get out of bed.

Seeing him withdraw his gaze, Song Xi started reading again. She stood there for a few seconds, not looking calm on the surface, but she was really mad in her heart.

Ah, isn't this a clear way to take advantage.

She wanted to quarrel with him, but when the words came to her lips, she suddenly said nothing, went around to the other side of the bed, raised her leg and sat on the bed.

George Sheng turned a blind eye, Song Xi moved one of the pillows to his side and lay down.

She was just like her temper, and she was okay. If anyone choked with her, she would only end up hurting both sides.

There was a white headlight in the guest bedroom and a warm yellow orange light on the bedside table. George Sheng, dressed in black silk pajamas, sat on the edge of the bed, reading with his head down;

Wearing a white silk pajamas, Song Xi lay motionless on the other side of the bed, with her hands on her belly, calmly wanting people to come forward and send flowers.

But if you look carefully, under Song Xi's closed eyelids, the eyeballs are shaking from time to time.

Of course she couldn't sleep. George Sheng was 30 centimeters away. She stood up and began to regret it after lying down. It was really uncomfortable.

This discomfort not only comes from the stiff back waist, but also comes from the dangerous aura exuding from the man next to him.

After all he was an adult man, Song Xi knew very little about him, except his name is George Sheng, he was like a stranger to her, and she actually lay down beside a strange man.

In this way, Song Xi was more awake with her eyes closed than she did. In the quiet room, she pricked her ears to pay attention to any movement around her. She could only hear the sound of George Sheng flipping through the book occasionally. He had always read this book "Appearance of the Officialdom", and he didn't know whether it was pretending or actually seeing it. .

Not daring to sleep, Song Xi was thinking wildly. She took it for granted that George Sheng should be a cruel and unsympathetic person, plus deceived others without learning skills... She used all the negative words on him, because she learned from other people. He who is piecing together imagination.

In fact, she is not a person who likes to listen to rumors, but everyone has spread George Sheng too evil, and the Qiao family is a well-known existence. At the beginning, Qiao Dingxiang was a family made by fishing. give face?

In George Sheng's generation, he was the only son of Qiao Dingxiang and he never showed up in public. Everyone didn't know what he looked like. Some people said that he was abominable, and others said that he was not good-looking. In fact, George Sheng was too good-looking.

Now he is reading by her side. It may be pretending to be ten-eighth, or it may be hard for half an hour, but after more than an hour, Song Xi can still hear someone flipping through the book. She is really puzzled. I really like this book.

Sleepiness gradually hit, and Song Xi's defense line gradually began to weaken. She used her only remaining reason to think about whether she should get out of bed or not?

Going down, it means that the first civil war with George Sheng ended in her compromise. It is obvious that she is in charge. If she retreats, then there is really no way to survive.

Forget it, sleep and sleep, who is afraid of whom?

In fact, Song Xi didn't think that George Sheng would plot against her, don't ask her why she had such thoughts, it was a woman's sixth sense.

George Sheng sees that she is always indifferent, and occasionally a bad mood is mixed with disdain, ridicule, and naked disdain... Just picking up these words at random does not seem to like her, so even if the two Lying on a bed, Song Xi also felt very safe.

In this way, she completely let go of her guards, flickered and fell asleep.

In a daze, Song Xijue's vision in front of her went dark. Something was scratched on the tip of her nose, and it was a little itchy. She frowned and raised her hand to touch it. As a result, she touched other things and opened her eyes suddenly. Song Xi looked first. When it was completely dark, she paused for two seconds before she realized that it was George Sheng's pajamas, and he was about to press on her.

Dismayed, Song Xi pushed away the person in front of him, regardless of whether he had waist problems. At the same time, a neat carp struck up and stood up and sat up.