Chapter 288

George Sheng is standing by the window. He can see Song Xi lying on the coffee table behind him from the reflective glass. There is a smile under his black pupil. Do you want to make him sleepy? She also overestimates herself.

After smoking a cigarette, Georges Sheng turns and walks back. Song Xi puts his face on his arm, not to mention how well he sleeps. He wanted to wake her up and continue to consume it, just like a hawk. If he cooked her up at one time, she would not be "talking therapy" with him in the future.

But looking at her sweet sleeping face, he couldn't bear to wake her up. He couldn't even wake her up.

Since she had an accident outside, no matter how late he came back, the light on the upstairs was always on. It's not hard for Georges Sheng to guess that she was afraid. She saw blood in the hospital and saw fighting and killing on the road. These are two concepts. She should not have a good sleep for a long time.

George Sheng is a man suffering from insomnia. He knows too well what it's like to be unable to sleep. Last night, he lit a light to boil oil and wrote a treatment plan for him. Today, he drank coffee and consumed it face-to-face with him... Forget it, just pity her and let her sleep.

Without waking Song Xi, Georges Sheng leans on the bedside to read a book and wants to wait until she wakes up. As a result, an hour later, Song Xi maintains a posture and never moves.

I don't know if the sleepiness will be contagious. Georges Sheng slowly has some sleepiness. His eyes rise from the book and fall on Song Xi's back. He thinks of calling her. But after several seconds of silence, he quietly puts down the book, turns off the light and lies down on the bed.

In the silent night, in the dark room, George Sheng lay flat with his eyes closed. He was used to being alone. Knowing that there was a second person breathing in the room, he was sleepy, but he couldn't sleep.

I began to regret that I didn't drive her out. Now she's in his room and sleeps better than him. The more he can't sleep, the more jealous Georges Sheng is. It's just like something he wants but can't ask for. It's easy for others to have it. Don't be angry.

Turning over, he turned his back to the coffee table. He didn't look at her, but he wanted to be out of sight.

I don't know how long later, there was a slight sound in the room, Georges Sheng was sleeping and soon opened his eyes.

His room was covered with pure black curtains, and even the moonlight was impervious. The room was so dark that he could not see his fingers. However, Georgeson was born with excellent vision at night, and he could see everything in the dark as if it were day.

Turning around, he looked at the tea table and thought that Song Xi was awake. Unexpectedly, she was still sleeping, but she just changed her posture. She used to sit in front of the tea table and sleep on her stomach. Now she may be uncomfortable after sitting for a long time and even lie on the carpet.

If he didn't know that she didn't mean to seduce him, Georges Sheng would really doubt whether Song Xi deliberately wanted to stay here and fall asleep on the ground?

Song Xi is really sleepy, not to mention the soft woolen carpet of George Sheng's house. Even on the concrete floor, she can sleep. Turning over, she unconsciously turns to George Sheng and uses her arms as pillows. Her legs curl up slightly, like a big baby.

Georges Sheng opened her eyes and looked at her sleepy face. She turned from dislike, jealousy and contempt to admiration, exploration and a touch of softness.

She had a good life. Suddenly, when her family was in a great change, she was reduced to dependency. He could feel her carefulness and the feeling that she was not happy and had to give a smile. He didn't experience it personally, but he saw too much.

Too many people will sell their dignity for the sake of interests, and Song Xi, occasionally trying to cater, just to keep the only dignity.

Because of her frustrated self-esteem, she would turn against him and squeeze her final dignity because of song Yuanqing. Therefore, in her heart, relatives are the most important, followed by face.

She knew him blatantly. Why didn't he observe her and understand her slowly?

The more I know about her, the more I find that she is not as hard to accept as I think. Instead of treating her as a wife, he treats her as an ordinary partner, even as a friend. She is a good candidate.

George Sheng can be tough on others, but he never deceives himself. He admits that he doesn't hate her any more.

After thinking about it, he felt more comfortable. Georges Sheng turned over again and turned his back to Song Xi. This time, he fell asleep soon.

When he opened his eyes twice in the middle, Song Xi curled up on the carpet. Although it was summer, George Sheng was still a rare pity. He got out of bed and went to the bathroom to get a big bath towel over her.

He didn't have any blankets in his room. He didn't need and couldn't give her the only bed. Seeing her sleeping soundly, Georges Sheng suspected for the nth time that she was here to treat herself.

When George Sheng opens his eyes again, he is awakened by the ring of his mobile phone. The second he opens his eyes, he thinks of Song Xi and connects the phone soon, for fear of waking her up.

The phone has been pasted in the ear, Georges Sheng's line of sight falls on the tea table, can't help but eyes light surprise, where empty, Song Xi is not.

The voice of Yuanbao came from the mobile phone: "brother Sheng, are you up?"

"Well."

"Then I'll come and pick you up now."

"Well."

When he hung up, Georges Sheng got up. He was very puzzled. For nothing else, he just said that if Song Xi left halfway, he could not have heard anything.

When he opened the quilt, he was about to get out of bed. His legs were already hanging down, but suddenly he saw the figure close to the bed. He temporarily closed his feet and looked down. The bath towel was wrapped around his body, showing only half of his leg and barefoot. Who else was not Song Xi? He was only five or six centimeters short of stepping on her.

He has seen song Xiping lying and sleeping, but he has never seen her sleep like this. If the bed is not in the way, she can roll down the second floor.

Sitting beside the bed, George Sheng glared at Song Xi under the bed. For a while, he seemed to be at a loss.

I didn't wake her up last night. It was very kind of her to stay in this room all night. Now it's natural to wake her up. But somehow, Georges Sheng didn't want to call her. He wanted to see how long she could sleep here.

As soon as his long legs step, Georges Sheng steps over her and goes to the bathroom to wash. When he comes out from the bath, Song Xi still sticks to the bedside, which is still very funny.

George Sheng looked at her back with a light hook on the corner of her lip, showing a smile that blurred her happiness or light mockery.

Song Xi didn't sleep all day and all night. She was so sleepy that she heard a rustling sound behind her. She turned over instinctively and narrowed one eye. Not far away, she seemed to have a figure with wide shoulders, narrow waist, two long legs, no clothes on her upper body and strong muscles on both sides of her spine. The man was bending slightly to put on his trousers, Black pants up cover, Song Xi take advantage of the situation to see the white underpants wrapped under the very Qiao Feng buttocks.

Later, he realized that he was a man. Song Xi was very happy. He thought he was having a dream, so he was very happy.