Chapter 212

Look at her lips for a long time did not make a sound, George Sheng inexplicable pride, look, in the end is not she admit defeat?

Just thinking about it, Song Xi, whose eyes were closed, suddenly said, "don't you beg me, too?"

Georges Sheng movement slightly pause, then stare at her way: "I beg you?"

Song Xi said, "please ask me to go to your house and make food for your father."

George Sheng's face was expressionless. There was no joy or anger on his face. His thin lips opened and he said in a voice, "that's to let you know."

Can't she tell a command from a request?

Song Xi face unchanged back: "I also let you borrow me an umbrella." After a pause, she added: "I borrowed from Yuanbao."

George Sheng said, "the umbrella is mine."

Song Xi closed her eyes and got hot all over. She said in secret that this dream was really interesting. She never thought that one day she would have a good talk with Georges Sheng in bed. What's more, he was still blowing her hair.

It's not clear whether it's emotion or exclamation. Song Xi sighed lightly.

George Sheng helped her dry her hair and turn off the hair dryer. She hadn't spoken for a long time. He didn't know whether she was asleep or not. He just said to himself, "one should know how to repay one's kindness."

He stood up, just about to leave, Song Xi suddenly asked: "do you really hate me so much?"

Georgeson stopped and turned to look at her.

Song Xi still didn't open her eyes. She put her head on the white pillow, which made her hair more ink like. Originally, she was very white, but her cheeks turned red because of her fever.

After a few seconds, she said softly, "no matter what I do, you can't live in peace with me?"

George Sheng didn't speak, because she didn't think about how to answer for a moment. Song Xishao was confused, and she didn't want him to answer. She asked herself and said, "I'm really tired. I know how I don't have anything to do with you, but I'm really tired... I don't want to fight with you, and I don't want to make you unhappy. We all put up with it for three years, and it will soon pass..."

Tears gushed from under the thick eyelashes, which made Georgeson feel shocking.

He had seen her angry and speechless. He had seen her angry and broke the jar. He had also seen her arrogant. He knew that she was hard, but he didn't know how much effort she had used to disguise herself in front of people.

Originally, she will be tired, there will be times when she can't carry it.

Now that you're suffering so much, why don't you bow your head to him? Can he still press her head down?

George Sheng is angry, but he is confused whether he is angry with Song Xi or with himself.

Song Xi can't tell the dream from the reality, but the sadness is clear. She is so wronged that she frowns and doesn't even cry.

Georgeson stood by the bed for a long time without saying anything. Until she fell asleep, he turned and left the room. Because he didn't notice, when he returned to his room, he found that he was still carrying the hair dryer in her room.

The family doctor came as soon as he could. As he expected, it was Georgeson's beautiful woman who was in a golden house. She was ill. The last time she took her temperature, Georgeson didn't let the doctor touch her. This time, the doctor learned to be good. She took an oral thermometer and measured it at 39 degrees one.

The doctor quickly gave Song Xi an antipyretic and anti-inflammatory needle. After putting on the water, he asked George Sheng to help Song Xi cool down.

George Sheng complexion light way: "apply cool towel?"

The doctor said: "it's OK to apply a cool towel to her forehead. It's better to use a warm towel to wipe her body and limbs, so that she can lose heat quickly and suffer less crime."

In his mind, Georges Sheng subconsciously came up with the picture of Song Xi lying in front of him in his underwear, almost naked. His eyes were dark, and he knew that it was better not to ask.

The needle was fixed and the medicine was left. The doctor said hello and wanted to leave.

George Sheng said, "go down by yourself. I won't see you off."

The doctor didn't want to ask George Sheng to deliver her. Before leaving, he didn't forget to remind her, "when she wakes up, she must eat something, otherwise her stomach will be in space, and her body will not be able to bear it."

"Well."

The doctor went downstairs by himself. Georges Sheng stood in Song Xi's bedroom and watched her sleep heavily. Just after the doctor gave her an injection, she didn't respond.

When he took out his mobile phone, he called someone and ordered someone to buy porridge and bring it to her. When the phone hung up, he went to the bathroom again, washed a cold towel and put it on her forehead when he came back.

This scene is a bit familiar. Georges Sheng sighs. This is the second time he has been busy waiting on her. Last time, he was forced to help her. This time... He just didn't look good at her. She died on her own.

Seeing that she is fast asleep, Georges Sheng goes out for a cigarette. When he comes back, Song Xi turns over. He used to lie flat, but now his back is facing the door and his face is facing the window. The towel on his forehead also falls on the pillow. His right arm reaches out of the quilt, and his shoulder and half of his back are exposed to the air.

Georgeson went over, bent over to remove the towel, and then grabbed her arm, trying to tuck it back into the quilt. When his finger touched her skin, the temperature startled him. How could it be so hot?

She felt her arm and back again. The back was wet. She must be too hot to open the quilt to breathe.

Before the doctor left, Georges Sheng took the towel he had put on the bedside table and didn't gently wipe her arm. After wiping her arm, he came to the back. Song Xi didn't take off his clothes. He was still wearing underwear. At first, Georges Sheng went over the buckle of his underwear and only helped her wipe other places. But when he wiped it, he suddenly felt affected, He didn't want to do anything to her, so what could he do?

Thinking about it, he kneels on one knee beside the bed and comes to Song Xi's back with his slender fingers. He makes a slight mistake on both sides and easily unties the button. When he lets go, the belt shrinks to both sides, revealing Song Xi's greasy back.

George Sheng put a towel on her hand, wiped her back, then pressed her flat and covered her with the quilt.

Song Xi was much more comfortable. He murmured in a low voice. George Sheng asked, "what did you say?"

Song Xi said, "water."

George Sheng put down the towel and walked out: "like an old man."

It's not the Lord who is sick, it's the Lord who is taken care of. Georges Sheng went downstairs to get some bottles of mineral water and unscrewed the lid. He put one hand through Song Xi's neck and lifted her up. The mouth of the bottle was to her lips, "drink."

Song Xi opened his mouth, thirsty, a breath to drink most of the small bottle.

After all, Georges Sheng has no experience of serving others. At first, she didn't drink enough. Later, she just lifted the bottom of the bottle to let her drink enough. But Song Xi choked her throat and suddenly spurted.

"Cough... Cough..."

George Sheng quickly takes off the bottle. Song Xi coughs so much that the water spills on the quilt in front of him. For a moment, he is distracted, or thinks nothing, and instinctively lifts the quilt.

Song Xi's almost naked body was exposed to his eyes. He was still wearing underwear, but because he untied the button, it was just hanging on his chest. For a moment, he could see the white plump bulge and the red mole on his left chest.