Chapter 130

George Sheng, sitting on his right hand, suddenly said, "I'm not full."

Song Xi raises his head and looks at George Sheng. The delicate bowl in front of him is empty.

With his face unchanged, Song Xi said, "no more."

Georges Sheng is not red face, heart does not jump, thin lips open, neither cold nor hot said: "do one more."

Song Xi stares straight at George Sheng's face. His heart is already laughing, but there is no irony on his face.

George Sheng calmly looked back at her, he could guess what she thought, so now he said with a joking eye: "you are not my nanny, after all, nanny pay is OK, you are not short of money, but you ask me, I'm a man of revenge, maybe it won't be ok now, but I'm not sure if you have something to ask me later, I will think of tonight."

Song Xi's face is muddled, and there are ten thousand bold question marks in her heart, George Sheng... Is this threatening her? Naked?

George Sheng was almost amused by Song Xi's expression. He really wanted to reply to her. Yes, I'm just threatening you because of a bowl of pimple soup.

After a full five seconds, Song Xi just blinked his thick eyelashes and didn't open his eyes.

Without saying a word, she got up and went to the place where she put her face. Georges Sheng looked at her back, and his eyes soon passed a smile. Look, she is not promising.

This time, Song Xi really thought of poisoning, but George Sheng sat on the kitchen chair and didn't leave.

She didn't turn back, but she could feel a pair of eyes sticking behind her, watching her every move. Song Xi from the initial shock to later anger, and now gradually calm, the whole process is just a face and preparation time.

She had ten thousand regrets in her heart. She knew that Georges Sheng was such a person. Why should she be so quick? Now it's not her who is suffering and losing face.

From Song Xi's back, Georges Sheng felt that she was deeply resentful and seldom felt funny. He didn't feel disgusted because of her deliberate revenge. Maybe her pimple soup was really to his taste.

The kitchen was quiet except for the slight sound she made when she prepared the food. Song Xi didn't look back until the soup was ready. She bent down and took out a sea bowl of soup from the cupboard. How to describe this bowl... George Sheng felt that she would take it out to feed the pigs the next second.

That's right. Song Xi has this temper. Even if he doesn't say anything, he still has a grudge in his heart.

The big bowl was so heavy that she took it with one hand. She lifted the pot and poured the pimple soup into the bowl. Holding the edge of the bowl in both hands, Song Xi finally turned around.

A big bowl of hot and fragrant pimple soup was slowly placed in front of Georges Sheng. Georges Sheng's eyelids drooped and looked at the big bowl and the small bowl in front of him. At the bottom of his heart, he couldn't help but think of what Qiao Dingxiang said when he was very young: he was too brave to support, but he was too hungry.

Who did Song Xi learn from when he fed cats and pigs?

Song Xi was angry at the bottom of her heart, but when she saw that two bowls, one big and one small, were placed side by side, she was inexplicably poked to the point of laughter, and she was forced to hold back.

She thought that Georgeson would say something. After all, he was a cobra. However, Georgeson just picked up the spoon in a small bowl and ate the soup slowly.

Song Xi heart surprised, Ya this is hungry panic or blind?

He did not speak, she had to return to the original position, at this time to look at the bowl in front of her, compared with Georgeson's, can only be said to be small see big.

After a delay of more than ten minutes, the pimple soup in Song Xi's bowl had cooled a little. She was silent and seemed elegant. In fact, she ate a lot of every spoon. She wanted to finish it and leave quickly, but she didn't want to sit with Georges.

This is a peaceful, Georges Sheng's voice suddenly came, "I wrote down."

Song Xigang took his last bite. Hearing the speech, he suddenly raised his head. But he saw that Georges Sheng was looking down slightly. His beautiful face was always full of joy and anger.

Song Xigang wanted to question what he meant, so Georges Sheng spoke again and said, "I'll treat your family as you treat me."

He was almost named song Yuanqing, but Song Xi was not a fool, almost a conditioned reflex. She swallowed the last bite in her mouth, looked at George Sheng nervously and said, "I'm afraid you won't have enough."

George Sheng did not lift his head back: "I know, so I remember your love, or such a big love."

Song Xipin reveals the implication of Georges Sheng. He thinks that this time it's too big. What can she do if he really trips song Yuanqing?

Thinking of this place, Song Xi's heart beat like a drum, but he said devoutly: "it doesn't matter. If I can't finish eating, I'll clean it up."

George Sheng took a spoon, took a bite, and then said, "I don't like waste."

Fart!

Song Xi didn't even think about it. He cursed in his heart. He didn't like to waste? Only when she saw the things he wasted because of pickiness, there were five tables without ten tables. How could he say that? What about the face?

With a smile on his face, Song Xi looked at the subtle expression on George Sheng's face without any trace. Like a third grandson, he said, "I won't fall down. I'll take him to the hospital tomorrow."

George Sheng raised his eyelids, looked at Song Xi and said, "can this thing wait until tomorrow?"

They look at each other, and for a moment, they see each other's real thoughts. Not to mention the acting problem, they just say that their grubby conversation is a fake, but if the director doesn't call the card, he has to play it hard.

Song Xi only hated that she was giving someone a handle. Her beautiful big eyes looked at George Sheng without blinking. The time was still for a few seconds. Her face didn't change. She replied with a smile: "give me a little."

She took the initiative to pass her bowl, smiling on her face and scolding at the bottom of her heart.

George Sheng picked up the spoon and decisively put one-third of the pimple soup in the sea bowl into Song Xi's bowl. It wasn't because he had pity on jade, but because Song Xi's bowl was full and couldn't hold more than half a spoon.

It's rare for Georges Sheng to smile at Song Xi without outsiders. It's just the expression when the snake spits out the letter.

In his tone, he lost three points of indifference, but added four points of banter. In a low and melodious voice, George Sheng said, "now you share how much for me, and when you need my help later, I will share how much for you."

Song Xi's heart has already scolded the flowers, but his face can only be silent.

After 20 minutes, there was no sound in the kitchen, even the sound of eating could not be heard. After eating, Georges Sheng sat on the chair, smoking while supervising. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Song Xi. She had just eaten a full bowl, and most of the second bowl had been eaten.

He thought it was interesting, because no matter what she did, he could easily press her head. How could she not understand? No matter how high the kite flew, it always depends on where the person who pulled the string was. He wanted her to go east, but could she go west?