Chapter 287

George Sheng looked at her coldly. She was laughing when he was blind?

Song Xi saw that Georges Sheng's anger was on the verge of breaking out. He forced himself to suppress his smile. His eyes were very soft because of sleepiness. He said in a soft voice, "I think you're looking for a girlfriend with the same character as you. Then you two are really going to play a mime together."

If it's normal, Georges Sheng has a hundred ways to get back to her, but at the moment, when she looks at the gentle figure with drooping eyes, her anger is queer. His thin lips open and close, he says in a voice: "you have to talk to fall in love?"

Song Xi nodded seriously, "it's necessary to communicate between lovers. Everyone doesn't talk. How can we know what's in each other's mind?"

"That's because you don't have enough intelligence," Georgeson said

Song Xi almost didn't get fainted by George. She didn't feel angry, and she didn't laugh. She seemed to blink normally, and she could sleep as soon as she closed her eyes.

George Sheng is very bad. Knowing that she is sleepy, he just doesn't let her go back to sleep, because he thinks she looks very interesting, like a large toy.

Song Xi held a pen in his right hand and put it on the tea table. His left hand had pinched his thigh secretly. The last time he was so sleepy, he was still in the operating room all day and night. When he came out, the whole person collapsed.

George Sheng kindly asked, "are you sleepy?"

Song Xi took a slow half beat and nodded.

"Go make a cup of coffee and I'll wait for you," said Georgeson

Song Xi sleepy to eyes at a loss, looking at George Sheng, she whispered: "you are not sleepy?"

Georgeson was calm and even nodded triumphantly.

He thought that she would plead for mercy and said that she wanted to go back to sleep. As a result, she stood up with her hands on the coffee table and said, "come back when I make a cup of coffee."

She actually went out to make coffee. When her figure disappeared in his sight, Georges Sheng almost called her, but for a short moment of hesitation, he didn't speak and she didn't stay.

Song Xi walks out of georgesheng's room and goes downstairs to see that the stairs are all double images. There are all kinds of brands of coffee in the fridge in the kitchen. She uses her only reason to criticize him for the quality of his sleep. She doesn't know what's the use of coffee.

A few minutes later, she returned to the master bedroom on the second floor. Georges Sheng was eating fruit. She came up with two cups, one black. His first reaction was Chinese medicine. If she dared to let him drink Chinese medicine again, don't blame him.

However, Song Xi put the cup of black things on his side, and the other cup in front of him was jujube soup, with two full jujubes on it.

The soup is cold. She's very hot.

After a sip of coffee, Song Xi picked up his pen and said, "you should drink more jujube soup."

George Sheng is not a stone. He always knows the good from the bad. He just cleverly distinguishes the good from the bad. He is sincere or premeditated. This is also the main reason why he seldom makes friends.

He is a treasure. Too many people want to dig a piece of treasure from him, but few people stand up and say, "I'm here to protect this treasure, forcing him to protect himself.".

Song Xi is one of the many people who come here to dig treasure. He clearly knows that her purpose is not pure, but before she digs, she still wants to repair the door of the treasure. She looks diligent and dedicated, which makes him doubt whether she wants to dig treasure or keep it.

George Sheng seldom talks so much, but she dragged him to talk a lot tonight. She was thirsty, so she brought a cup of jujube soup.

He sat on the sofa drinking jujube soup, she sat on the carpet opposite him drinking coffee, trying to hold up and ask him questions.

"What's your favorite compliment?"

Song Xi's left arm is leaning on the table. His fingers seem to be touching his forehead, but they are actually supporting his eyelids.

George Sheng's voice is lazy: "don't be so hypocritical... Just follow it."

Song Xi's heart is smiling. He who follows others prospers, and he who goes against others perishes. It's really his style.

If she had strength, her smile would appear on her face. Now she is blessed with no strength.

With her head down, she said while taking notes: "what if the other side shows the hypocrisy?"

George Sheng replied slowly: "it depends on the hypocrisy and the obedience."

Song Xi can't help but raise his head and clap for George Sheng.

Georgeson looked at her with his eyes.

Song Xi sighed, "sure enough, everyone who can do great things is so different."

George Sheng looked at her for four seconds, thin lips open, "are you hypocritical praise me?"

Song Xi shook his head in a small range, "no, I really think you have a clear mind and a clear sense of gratitude and resentment."

Georges Sheng stared at her eyes, which could not be opened soon. He was always happy or angry, looking forward to life, and full of spirit; Now he is gentle and pure, almost dull.

All of a sudden, he looked at her and said, "you are very hypocritical now, but your words are very useful to me, so I not only don't feel annoyed, but also feel that your EQ is not low."

Song Xi "sat up in shock when he was dying" and tried to open his eyes: "is that right? I've known you for a long time. You praise me for the first time. "

George Sheng's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "I'm against my will. It's hypocritical, but you're happy, aren't you?"

Song Xikun was so stupid that he was stunned. It took five seconds for him to react. It turned out that George Sheng praised her just to prove his theory of hypocrisy and obedience.

George Sheng was waiting for her response, thinking that she would be disappointed or something. After several seconds of silence, Song Xi suddenly shook his head, sighed and said with emotion, "I'm convinced. What you said is right. I have to admire your wisdom and opinion."

George Sheng stares at her for a long time, and finally tentatively asks, "are you testing me?"

Song Xi raised his eyes and said, "no, I really praise you."

If Georgeson didn't believe it, he would be cheated.

Song Xi gave him a smirk, "you don't believe it. After that, other people really praise you, and you don't know whether it's true or not."

George Sheng was a little annoyed. He didn't worry about others, because what others said to him was true or false. He could see it in a glance, but Song Xi's rank was not low. Just like now, he really didn't know which sentence she said was true or false.

She's the only one he can't see through.

A questionnaire survey, unknowingly, has become a arena for two people to work hard and fight for acting skills. Up to now, Song Xi has been chatting with him for more than an hour. Not to mention Song Xi, George Sheng doesn't believe that he has consumed so much energy, and he has said a lot unknowingly, which also takes a lot of brain.

Midway he choked hard, to smoke, Song Xi said: "go to the window to smoke."

George Sheng is rarely obedient. He really gets up and goes to the window. Song Xi looks down to check the information in his notebook, thinking that it will take three or four minutes for him to smoke. She must take the opportunity to squint.

Put down the pen, she lay on the tea table, eyes closed is dark.