Life With You

Song Xi patronized the bed with George Sheng, tired and crooked, almost forgetting that WeChat kept ringing until someone called. Song Xi reached for the phone and found that it was Diana.

Turning on the connection button, Song Xi greeted with joy: "Hello, Princess."

Diana asked immediately: "Where did you go? Call you on WeChat, you won't answer."

Song Xi was lying in George Sheng's arms. He lit a cigarette. She raised her hand and grabbed it, not letting him smoke. She replied, "I didn't hear it just now, what's wrong?"

George Sheng snatched the cigarette from her hand, fearing that it would burn her, Song Xi gave a ‘you are not allowed’ stare, and watched him press the cigarette that had just been lit in the ashtray.

Diana said in the phone: "Come to my house, today I am happy to move."

Song Ximei picked her eyes slightly, and asked aloud, "Have you finished all that?"

Diana said: "After all the furniture is in, we will be sent to the hospital. I will go to the hospital later. Dongxu will not stay in the hospital alive and die. I said it's boring, so I just brought him back. Let's get together."

Song Xi answered, "Okay, then I will get up and clean up immediately."

Diana asked: "You haven't gotten up yet?"

George Sheng slid down Song Xi's waistline under the quilt. Song Xi was very sensitive. He immediately pressed his wrist and tucked his legs in reply, "I was late yesterday."

Diana was an old driver, and her voice sank immediately, and said ambiguously, "Is it late to bed or too late to play?"

If it was normal, Song Xi would be calm in her heart. But at the moment she and George Sheng are lying naked together, his hands are not honest, she is really attacked by the enemy, blood is pouring into her face, and she replied angrily: " I'm not as charming as you..."

When he was half talking, George Sheng ignored her obstruction, and went down with a big hand. Song Xi couldn't bear it anymore, and said in a panic, "I'll hang up first."

Without waiting for Diana's response, Song Xi hurriedly pressed the hang up button, and at the same time, George Sheng had already pressed it down.

Song Xi was going crazy, pushing her slender arm and saying, "You have a little restraint."

George Sheng's hand was clamped by her, his black pupils were rarely opened and his eyes were not clear, his thin lips opened, and he replied in a low voice: "I'll press it for you."

Fuck off, Song Xi cursed in her heart. She told her to press the button before, but when she pressed it, she went down. Seeing his expression right now, how does it look like a serious massage?

Knowing that he couldn't be tough with him, Song Xi instantly transformed into a pitiful look and looked at him and said, "I feel uncomfortable."

George Sheng said, "Knead it for you."

Song Xi'er was hot, and bit her scalp and said, "You make me better than anything else."

George Sheng really wanted it. It was just over, but he couldn't touch her. The fire seemed to start a prairie fire when the wind blew.

Song Xi's mouth was sweet and coaxed: "I am tired and hungry now, hungry and cold, and the princess is still urging me over. Will you let me go?"

George Sheng stared at her, his eyes still deep, his hands still staying in a dangerous place, and his mouth continued: "I am hungry and thirsty."

Song Xi was accustomed to seeing him with a serious and even polite appearance, but after getting to know him, he was definitely not a serious person, let alone a fuel-efficient lamp. Yesterday, she almost didn't kill her half life. Ming is already, a blockbuster.

With flushing cheeks, she frowned and said, "Sooner or later, it's yours. What's the rush?"

George Sheng couldn't stand her straight-hearted appearance the most. How could it be... so attractive?

She had all the kind words on the bed, and George Sheng reluctantly turned over and did not dare to stay for a second. He lifted the quilt and got out of the bed. When he stood up with his back to her, his back muscles were perfect, and Song Xi was wrapped in the quilt and looked at it with color. With a glance, suddenly beautiful eyes glared: "...Do you have a tattoo?"

George Sheng didn't care, bent down and picked up the nightgown beside the bed. With his movements, his black cobra head tattoo from the tail vertebra to the thigh became more conspicuous. However, before Song Xi took a closer look, George Sheng had already worn the nightgown. Okay, turn around and tie her belt, "I'll give you a bath, and after washing, I will go downstairs to eat."

Song Xi stretched out a snow-white arm from the quilt, propped it by the bed, raised her head and said, "Why don't you tell me if you have a tattoo?"

George Sheng asked, "Want to see?"

Song Xi's eyes were bright, she gave the baby a curious look, and nodded her head several times.

Upon seeing this, George Sheng flashed a retaliatory narrow in his beautiful eyes, "Aren't you in a hurry to meet your friends? Waiting for you to come back at night."

After that, he walked directly to the bathroom, Song Xi looked at his back bitterly, "Would you like to be so stingy?"

She dangled him, and George Sheng also dangled her things. He put a jar of bath water for Song Xi and took her to the bathroom. When she was taking a bath, George Sheng went downstairs and returned to his room. It was a mess. His The clothes, her pajamas, and the carpet were chained with beads. The quilt was not on the bed, but on the bay window. He put it on casually last night.

There are only two pillows on the three-meter-wide bed. On the black sheets, there are many unidentified and suspicious marks, dark and light, and mottled, some of which are dark red and blood.

George Sheng is not only a cleanliness fetish, but also a little tidying fetish. He has never been so messy in his room, but now, he feels that chaos is so comfortable.

Song Xi took a shower comfortably. When she stepped out of the bathtub, her legs were soft and almost didn't kneel down. She held the edge of the bathtub carefully, frowning lightly. My heart secretly said that the legs are soft, especially the thighs on both sides. The root is sore and sore, and there, it has been swollen last night, and now it is empty all the time.

Obviously being empty has been the norm for more than two decades, but it seems that something is missing after one night of filling.

After changing to a set of pajamas, he put the sheets in the laundry basket again, and there was a slight noise from the kitchen. Song Xishun found that George Sheng was cooking.

He wore loose and casual home clothes, was tall and slaughtered even from the back.

Song Xi regretted not taking the phone with him, and wanted to sneak a photo of him.

George Sheng suddenly turned his head, a handsome and cold face, as far as the figure is concerned, is just like a tiger with wings and complements each other.

His lips opened and he said, "Come here."

Song Xi endured the strangeness from every step of his body, and came to him. George Sheng picked a plump shrimp from the pan and handed it to her mouth.

"Be careful."

Song Xi blew a bit before eating. After chewing twice, she nodded and gave a thumbs up: "It's delicious."

George Sheng said, "I'll cook shrimp for you, and you cook noodles for me."

Hearing this, Song Xi took the initiative to take a step forward, put his arms around his waist, poked his face on his chest, and said coquettishly: "You make it for me, I want to eat your noodles."

With such a blatant escape from work, George Sheng... was right.

For the next ten minutes, Song Xi kept holding George Sheng from behind. She walked wherever he went. He seemed to carry a large schoolbag on his back, but he never disliked it at all. Who asked him to do his homework last night. ', I did it so seriously.