Chapter 211

George Sheng holds Song Xi all the way to the third floor, across a layer of bathrobe can feel her body bursts of heat, kick the door in, he put Song Xi on the bed, she has been confused, closed her eyes, breathing light.

George Sheng looked down at her, feeling very complex, can not say is angry or what.

"Meow ~"

Soft voice came, seven Xi and coke were lying on the window, at this time stand up, a few steps jump to the bed, came to Song Xi side.

Seven Xi stretched out a lovely plum claw, patted Song Xi's face gently, blue eye is innocent, like don't know what happened to Song Xi, only a slight cry: "meow ~"

Seeing this, Georges Sheng was suddenly stabbed by a needle, which was obviously stinging. Maybe he thought she was pathetic. When she was so sick, there were only two cats around.

When his heart is soft, the doer doesn't have to be tense any more. Even if he has a heart of stone, he won't bully a woman who is so sick. He bends down, reaches out and pats the arm of the person on the bed, and cries: "Song Xi."

Song Xi's flesh aches all over her body. These two shots by Georges Sheng are not painful. She can hardly feel them.

Seeing that his arm could not be patted, Georges Sheng raised his hand and patted her face twice. "Song Xi?"

This time, Song Xi felt something, because he frowned slightly.

Seeing this, Georges Sheng said in a voice, "get up and change your clothes."

Now she is all wet and lying on the bed. Even if he covers her with the quilt, it's a disguised form of making her worse.

Song Xi's ear is a buzzing voice. She hears the voice clearly, but her brain can't understand it at all. Because of the pain, her eyebrows are deeper.

George Sheng patience, good voice said: "you get up to change clothes, I'll find a doctor."

Song Xi's nose wrinkled and snorted. At this time, her brain is not bright. She has only one idea. Don't bother her. Her head is going to explode.

Georges Sheng saw that she suddenly lost her temper. First, he was stunned. Then his eyes flashed a touch of feigned ferocity and banter. He opened his thin lips and said in a voice, "I don't want to change, do I? Don't regret it. "

After that, he doesn't give Song Xi any chance to react. Without saying a word, he stoops to put an arm behind her, lifts her upper body up, and then lifts the hem of her T-shirt. He doesn't gently lift her clothes up. Three or four seconds later, he throws his wet clothes aside and deliberately doesn't look at Song Xi's underwear.

As his eyes moved to her waist and hip, Georgeson still adhered to the principle of quick decision, untied the buckle and zipper of her jeans, and helped her take off her pants with both hands.

In the summer, one person is dressed all over, and only underwear is left after taking off. George Sheng forces himself not to look askance. When his pants break away from his ankle, he immediately reaches out his hand and pulls the quilt to cover her. But this is the case. Her white underwear with lace is still clearly printed in his mind.

The fluffy blanket covers Song Xi, covering most of her face. George Sheng stands by the bed. After a few seconds of silence, he leans down to help her pull the quilt down for fear of suffocating her.

Song Xi's cheek is abnormally red. Georges Sheng pokes the back of his hand and it's boiling hot.

Remembering that she was lying here in her wet clothes just now, even if she took off her clothes now, the sheets were still wet, with a cold and handsome face. Georgeson knelt on one knee beside the bed, and put his arms into the quilt at the same time.

Heaven and earth can learn from her. He never wanted to take advantage of her. His tentacles were all her hot skin, like boiled tofu. Georges Sheng put his hand under her back, put his arm around her thigh, picked her up and put her in a place where there was no wet.

Maybe the temperature on her body was too high. Georges Sheng tossed and tossed a few times. Unconsciously, he was also hot all over, with a thin sweat on his forehead.

With his arm pulled out and his Adam's apple rolling up and down, Georgeson got out of bed and turned to go out to make a phone call.

He called the Qiao family's personal doctor, who had been here before, and briefly talked about Song Xi's symptoms. When he hung up the phone and turned back to the bedroom, Georges Sheng stood one meter away from the bed, looking at Song Xi lying flat on the bed, white and black, with two cats nestled beside her. He seemed helpless and had to accompany her.

The picture of her saving people in the heavy rain came to mind. Yuanbao said that he began to Worship Song Xi.

As for George Sheng, worship is nothing but... A new look? At first, he hated Song Xi so much that he couldn't accept any good from her. Later, every time people around him said she was good, he instinctively hated her. It felt like forcing him to admit that he was wrong.

Until today, when he sat in the car and saw her saving people outside in the wind and rain, several times, he wished he could write down the license plate numbers of all the vehicles around him and teach those people a lesson. Why didn't one of them go out and give her an umbrella?

The most damning thing is that Yuanbao didn't mention the umbrella, so he had to wait in the car.

After waiting for a long time, I finally saw her turn around suddenly, and then run straight in his direction. When Yuanbao came down the window, Georgeson's heart was still.

He didn't want to be seen by her. He had seen her for a long time.

She asked: do you have an umbrella?

At that moment, she bent slightly, and the rain rolled down her cheeks and eyelashes. He thought she was bowing her head.

Forget it. He's a big man. He's not angry with her.

He turned around and walked into the bathroom. Shortly afterwards, Georges Sheng came out again, with a hair dryer in his hand, and came to the bedside. He connected the power supply and sat next to Song Xi, pressing the switch to help her blow her hair.

The noise of the hair dryer is very small, but it can't be without it. Song Xi suddenly feels that her ears are warm and the wind is blowing against her ears and cheeks. She closes her eyes and can't imagine what happened, so she tries to open a seam.

In a trance, she sees George Sheng in a black bathrobe sitting by the bed, and their eyes are opposite. Song Xi slowly closes her eyes after watching for a few seconds.

It seems that she is confused and hysterical. Otherwise, how could she dream that George Sheng was sitting by the bed blowing her hair.

George Sheng didn't expect that she was still awake. He felt embarrassed. He was afraid that she might misunderstand something, so he said, "don't think too much, just for your sake." I can't let you die here. In fact, he wanted to say the second half of the sentence, but after thinking about it, he held it back.

Song Xi was so hot that she was sweating, but it was more comfortable to lie down than to sit down. She tried to move her lips. She thought that she was talking with him in her dream, so she replied without any cover up: "don't worry, I'm crazy and think too much."

When George Sheng heard the words, his dark eyes gave her a deep look.

After a few seconds, he said in a deep voice: "after so long, didn't you ask me at last?"

Song Xi closed his eyes and said, "when did I beg you?"

Georgeson replied, "ask me to lend you an umbrella."

Song Xi: