Life With You

George Sheng went home early. At the door of Xiaojie’s bedroom, he saw Song Xi lying beside the bed telling a story. She was still telling the story. Before, it was the Lion King vs. Honey Badger. Today it is the Lion King vs. Cobra. From the angle, you can only see Song Xi's back, but can't see the expression on Xiaojie's face. Her story is vivid and vivid. He only worried that Xiaojie would listen to this at night, would he really sleep?

Standing at the door for a while, George Sheng was afraid that she would turn around suddenly, so he deliberately made a little movement. Song Xi turned his head and saw him, then turned off the bedside lamp and walked outside.

"Why did you come back so early?" Song Xi asked.

George Sheng said, "It's over."

"So fast, how about the approval, is it down?"

George Sheng said: "Come down, Wei Feng went to the Sheng family and saw Sheng Qianyu when he went to the appointment at night."

Song Xi paused for a moment, and then said without changing his face: "The Sheng family helped with the approval, what conditions?"

"At first, I said that I had 20% of the shares, and then I said 10%. I refused."

Song Xi said: "10% is not much. That piece of land will make at least one billion a year."

George Sheng looked at her meaningfully, and a few seconds later said: "Why did I refuse, you don't know?"

Hearing this, Song Xi couldn't help but curl his lips and replied, "Of course I do."

Standing in front of him, with arms around his waist, the two were pressed together. She raised her chin, looked at him and said, "You are afraid of me being angry, but a billion dollars a year, my heart is moved. "

George Sheng said lightly: "When I haven't seen money?"

The corners of Song Xi's lips were raised even more, "You are really not afraid of being beaten when you say this. Why don't you count more than one billion a year as money?"

George Sheng said: "I'm not like you, I don't lose money in my eyes."

Song Xi said, "That is to say, I regard money as dung. You can try it with Damengmeng and the princess. Both of them feel uncomfortable for half a month."

George Sheng ignored her joking, his handsome face was completely serious, his thin lips opened, and he whispered: "We are not short of money. I don't want you to be wronged a bit, let alone being wronged for money."

Song Xi raised her head and looked at him. Originally there was no soreness or other feelings in her heart. But when she looked at it, her eyes suddenly became hot and hot. She plunged her head into his arms and said, "Don't worry, husband, I will try to help. You earn it back."

George Sheng hugged her and whispered: "Who wants you to make money for me? You are my wife, not my employee."

Song Xi said: "Am I just working for you now?"

George Sheng said: "I want to raise you, but you won't let me raise."

Song Xi said: "I am so good that I can't be locked up at home as a canary. I should let it go out to benefit the people."

George Sheng said: "I'll still send you a pennant of'Serving the People'? I'll send it to you tomorrow."

Song Xi shook for a few seconds before realizing that he had promised George Sheng to cure insomnia, and he promised to send her a pennant if he was cured. She had forgotten it, but he didn't expect him to remember it.

"It's okay if you don't mention it. I knew that you were born different from normal people, so I wouldn't have to rack my brain to help you regulate it."

George Sheng said: "I sleep much better now than before. I used to see quack doctors, and no one told me that I couldn't sleep because of a lack of a wife."

Song Xiren couldn't help but rolled his eyes, secretly saying that only she understands his irregularities.

George Sheng didn't eat tonight. Song Xi made him a deluxe bowl of pimple soup. She had eaten it, and under the banner of accompany him to eat ‘a little’, she ate as much as he did.

Too much food to sleep right away, Song Xi simply took George Sheng out for a walk. Recently, at her request, star lights were hung on the fences and walls around the rose garden. When the lights came on at night, the roses and the stars competed. Dou Yan, looking at her, couldn't tell who was more beautiful.

In the huge yard, Song Xi and George Sheng went hand in hand from left to right. Whenever they went, Song Xi always wanted to say something, as if they were giving directions.

"How many months can the rose bloom? What if it gets cold after a while?" She was a little worried that such a beautiful scenery could only be seen for one season.

George Sheng said: "I asked someone to pick camellia. You can plant camellia in autumn, and move a few plum trees in winter. You have time to plan where and what to plant."

Song Xi didn't expect that he would even think of these things. Tolerant of happiness, he pretended to ask calmly, "What do I want you to give me? Aren't you afraid of spoiling me? Even my dad said, I can spoil you, no Too used to."

George Sheng said: "This is called used to it?" He said, "You have never seen anything in the world."

Song Xi looked at him sideways and raised her eyebrows: "What is habituation then? Give me an example."

George Sheng looked at the front with the same expression, and said lightly: "So far, your request is still very far from the limit I can achieve. I also want to know what I can be used to, so you have to work hard. Up."

Song Xi couldn't describe the emotions at this moment 100% in words for a while, and he held back for a while before saying: "Whoever will call you Monk Qiao in the future, who am I in a hurry!"

I have never seen such a monk who can make his wife happy with love words, and I have never seen a monk who can do romantic things to make his wife happy.

Ya is a false monk through and through, whose purpose is to stop talking and make a blockbuster.

The two of them strolled and chatted in the yard. Seeing the rose petals falling from the ground, Song Xi suddenly said, "You will prepare a shovel for me tomorrow."

George Sheng said, "What do you want to learn from Daiyu's funeral flowers?"

Song Xi immediately said with joy, "You know me."

After that, she murmured seriously: "Actually, you can just collect it. I can make rose tea for you as a rose snack when you have time."

George Sheng continued with a serious face: "You are forcing me to keep the yard from growing."

Song Xidong looked up and looked at him, pretending to be angrily: "Do you think what I made is unpalatable?"

George Sheng said, "It's not particularly bad."

"How terrible is that?"

"so so."

"Is it generally delicious?"

"Generally unpalatable."

Song Xi raised his hand to poke George Sheng in the ribs. He reacted very quickly. He held her hand directly on weekdays. Today, he seemed to be in a good mood. So Song Xi ran two steps next to him, and he ran. Faster.

She chased and laughed in the back, "I saw you running for the first time, so you can run..."

George Sheng hesitated for a moment, whether he should run or stop, how could he not run? Are these two long legs a display?

Song Xi took advantage of his hesitation and rushed forward with a vigorous stride. He could touch his clothes by raising his hand. George Sheng suddenly speeded up and left her behind.

Song Xi couldn't catch up and attacked with words, "Are you a rabbit?"

George Sheng said, "You are not as good as a rabbit."

Song Xi gritted his teeth when he heard this, and said as he ran, "Don't let me catch up..."

In fact, she didn't expect what would happen after catching up. It's a tradition of helplessness to speak ruthlessly.