Chapter 238

Of course, Song Xi couldn't guess what Georges Sheng was thinking. He swallowed a mouthful of traditional Chinese medicine, endured the bad taste, and said, "it's not poisonous."

George Sheng felt that he might really have a kidney fire recently.

Toward her hand, Song Xi immediately with vigilance, "what do you do?"

George Sheng inexplicably anxious, almost half clenched his teeth and said: "who did you boil the medicine for?"

After Song Xi knew it, he handed him the mug. After George Sheng took it, he didn't want to give himself a chance to hesitate. He drank it directly, but he took a sip and stopped immediately with a frown.

Song Xi stares at the expression on his face and says in a voice: "it's a bit bad to drink, but the good medicine tastes bitter. You can bear it."

George Sheng forced himself to swallow. He glared at Song Xi with no good eyes and said in a deep voice, "you mean it?"

Song Xi is innocent. How did she do it on purpose?

George Sheng said, "where did you get such a bad medicine?"

Song Xi said: "Chinese medicine is like this, there is no delicious medicine."

"Are you sure this medicine works?" said Georgeson with menace in his eyes

Song Xi said: "only by trusting the doctor and cooperating with the treatment can the patient be cured." After that, she added, "what's good for me if I pit you?"

Georges Sheng seems to be disdain back: "that's to ask yourself."

Song Xi didn't even want to say, "my heart is not so small, so I have a high quality of sleep."

George Sheng immediately looks at her with cold eyes. Song Xi's back is cold, and the familiar feeling surrounds her again.

Don't open the sight, pursed lips, Song Xi initiative said: "want to add sugar?"

George Sheng was silent for a few seconds and said, "what do you say? Can you drink so much? "

Song Ximing doesn't fight back on the face, but she can't help but talk about it in her heart. After talking about it for a while, she suddenly remembers the picture of him helping her out in mingyuezhai... Oh, come on, adults don't remember villains. He's just a little more hypocritical, but she just doesn't quarrel with him.

"Give me the mug, and I'll get you some sugar."

Song Xi figured it out, and suddenly his tone became better, and his face didn't look uncomfortable. George Sheng looked at her for a moment and couldn't help saying, "what do you have in mind?"

Song Xi a face calm, "nothing."

George Sheng said: "don't say it's nothing, do small things behind your back."

Song Xi is also a man with a dark stomach. He immediately sees what he thinks. He is speechless and helpless. He can't help but smile. "Don't worry, I won't poison you."

Georgeson said, "here's the mug. You go downstairs and bring up the sugar."

Song Xi:

Can she take back the oath that she will never scold him in her heart again?

She really, really want to scold his mother sell batch!

With an awkward and polite smile on his face, Song Xi turns and goes downstairs. George Sheng sits on the sofa, sipping his beautiful lips. His expression is thoughtful and his mouth is bitter, but it is not as unbearable as he imagined.

In the middle of the night, Song Xi is sleeping well. When Georges Sheng calls, she immediately runs up and down like a nanny and brings up a can of sugar. Song Xi adds two spoonfuls to Georges Sheng's thermos cup in front of him.

Georges Sheng eyes, watching her stop, light way: "plus."

Song Xi added another spoon, and he said, "more."

Song Xi added half a spoon.

George Sheng raised his eyelids and said, "do you have sugar in your house?"

Song Xi's expressionless reply: "do you think it's coffee?"

For a few seconds, their eyes collided in the air like lightning and flint, crackling. But before long, they both agreed not to open their eyes one after another. Song Xi scooped him a little sugar. To what extent, Georgeson felt that she was just playing with him as batter, just poking the spoon into the sugar jar, He didn't see sugar in the medicine.

But at least there was an action, which could be regarded as giving him a step down. Georges Sheng didn't want to see her. He picked up the thermos cup and put it to his lips.

Bitter, or bitter, even if there is a little bit of sweetness, but also by the smell of Chinese medicine to pressure down.

He didn't like hard work when he was young. He had a serious illness when he was young. Western medicine couldn't cure it. He was so angry that Georges Sheng lost his temper. Finally, after several twists and turns, he received an old Chinese medicine doctor from other places and gave him a prescription, saying that he would keep the medicine until he got rid of the illness.

But the medicine was more bitter than illness. He refused to drink it. At last, Qiao Dingxiang came to break his mouth himself. He vomited out after drinking it. He didn't remember how his illness was so good. Anyway, he didn't eat bitter things. Everyone close to him knew it.

After a drink, he immediately put it down and swallowed it without vomiting, which was the biggest face that Georges Sheng gave Song Xi.

Seeing this, Song Xi asked, "what's the matter?"

George Sheng pulled his face and said, "if I don't drink this medicine, I can still sleep for a while. Now the room is full of medicine. I don't need to sleep at all."

Song Xi has seen a lot of "rash" patients, and there are all kinds of them. Georges Sheng belongs to the typical late stage of Jingui disease syndrome, which is almost hopeless.

Late at night, she was so tired that she didn't want to reason with him. With her lips opened, Song Xi said in a voice, "I'll open the window for you to breathe. If you think aromatherapy is OK, you can light it up. It will help you sleep."

With that, she really turned to help him open the window.

George Sheng glanced at her back. It's strange that she didn't persuade him to take any more medicine.

The window opens, Song Xi turns around, and Georges Sheng has already left his sight.

Her expression as usual, tone also does not distinguish anger and joy, "you rest early, I went upstairs."

Georgeson didn't answer and didn't drag her any longer.

After waiting for her to leave, Georges Sheng stared at the thermos cup on the table for a long time. He thought of her saying, "I boil Chinese medicine to a little. It's really a time-consuming job. She cooked it by herself."

Once again he picked up the thermos, and Georges looked at the dark soup inside, smelling bitter.

Try to drink a small mouthful, immediately frown, and then pick up the side of the Sugar Spoon, and even to the inside of the five or six spoons.

Finally, the cup of soup mixed with the taste of sour sugar water, Georges Sheng endured the discomfort of taste buds and swallowed it raw.

Song Xi's voice suddenly came, "that..."

George Sheng thought that he was listening and looked to the right as he drank. But when he saw Song Xi at the corner, he lost his instinct of swallowing and almost poured the medicine out of the cup.

It's not as awkward and exaggerated as it is on TV, but it's a bit of a gaffe for George Sheng.

Using the fastest speed to cover up everything, he looked at Song Xi with sullen eyes, "won't you knock before you come in?"

Song Xi is also embarrassed. The door is always open.

"Sorry, I'll knock next time." So far, I have to apologize.

"What are you doing back?" said Georges

Song Xi said: "I forgot to tell you that it's not good to drink cold Chinese medicine. If you don't want to drink it, don't drink it cold."

For the first time in his life, George Sheng felt the shame of being caught by someone. He wanted to find an excuse, but he couldn't find it. Could he say that he was suddenly thirsty?

Seeing that he was silent, Song Xi hardened his head and asked tentatively, "do you want to drink or not in the future?"