Chapter 328

Song Xi eyes slightly stare: "I'm starving!"

George Sheng tone light: "congee."

Song Xi light frowned: "not enough to eat porridge."

George Sheng leisurely said: "do you still know?"

Song Xi stood beside the bed with a plate and asked for the second place: "if you want to eat, you can eat first, and I'll make another one."

George Sheng's tone is not salty: "I'm full."

Song Xi whispered, "I'll eat that."

"Don't eat anything tasty in my room. Feed it to the dog," Georgeson said

Song Xi said: "it's eaten, and it's also spaghetti."

She didn't say that. It's good that Georges Sheng wanted to tease her originally, but she was dying. When she said that, Georges Sheng was very angry. He didn't eat anything that dogs had eaten.

"Go out and eat."

Georgeson's voice was quiet.

Song Xi hears that he is not happy almost for the first second. Don't ask her how to know. It's a skill, a survival skill.

When George Sheng is not so angry, he will deliberately put on a bad look. If he is really angry, he will be lazy to talk nonsense. Just like now, to speak better is to go out to eat, to speak more frankly is to go out!

Without saying a word, Song Xi turns away with a plate. George Sheng lies on the bed, his eyes closed with anger.

I thought she ran out to eat noodles, but within two minutes, she came back. Georgeson didn't open his eyes. In the dark, he heard the subtle sound of the spoon touching the bowl. She was eating, but he couldn't smell any peculiar smell.

As Song Xi sits on the sofa, Georges Sheng can't help but open her eyes and looks sideways. It turns out that she is drinking porridge in the dark.

For a moment, Georges Sheng could not say that he was happy in his heart, as if he had just been flattered.

Quietly turning his head to the right position and closing his eyes, Georges Sheng asked in a calm voice, "no noodles?"

Song Xi replied, "I just went to wake up the dog and have a snack."

Georges Sheng lips very light upward hook up, slow a few seconds, lukewarm said: "did not steal two?"

Smell speech, Song Xi almost didn't a mouthful of sweet porridge to choke himself to death, secret way he long sky eye, see?

The short-term guilty, Song Xi die duck mouth hard, face unchanged lie: "No."

George Sheng raised his hand and took the crystal bowl at the head cabinet: "here, side dishes."

Song Xi stood up, walked over and touched Georges Sheng's forehead: "how do you feel now?"

"Headache," said Georgeson

Song Xi said: "sweating is not as serious as before. You should catch a cold. I'll give you some cold medicine later. You go to bed first. If you feel uncomfortable in the middle of the night, please call me at any time."

With that, she took away her hand, and Georges suddenly felt that the softness and warmth on his forehead was gone.

Thin lips open, his language before consciousness: "where do you sleep?"

Song Xi has already walked back to the tea table, Wen Yan replied: "sofa, do you still want me to sleep on the ground?"

"I didn't let you sleep on the floor, you stayed in my room," Georgeson said

Song Xi is not stubborn with him, but blatantly perfunctory: "yes, I rub sleep."

I don't know if I'm hungry. Song Xi even thinks that fruit with sweet porridge is delicious. He eats more and more.

George Sheng is lying flat on the bed. When he doesn't speak, there is only the sound of Song Xi eating in the room. He can't sleep. Maybe he is bored. He is quietly identifying what kind of fruit she ate through the sound... It seems that she likes to eat pineapple.

After eating, Song Xi cleans up and goes out. About 20 minutes later, he turns back with a blanket in his hand.

Took a few cold medicine, Song Xi went to the bedside, whispered: "take the medicine."

George Sheng opens his mouth. Song Xi puts the medicine in and hands him water.

"Take your temperature again."

George Sheng doesn't speak or move. Song Xi has to do it by himself, lift the quilt and put the thermometer under his armpit from his neck.

There are some things, that is, once born and twice familiar. Now, not to mention touching his upper body, even if you wipe his lower body at any time, she also guarantees that her face will not be red and her heart will not jump.

While waiting for the thermometer, Song Xi went to the tea table to light the aromatherapy stove. Smelling the faint fragrance, she immediately wanted to sleep.

A few minutes later, Song Xi took out his thermometer and illuminated his eyes with his mobile phone: "it's still burning at 38 degrees five, but it's retreating. Good health is different."

With that, her own eyes changed, because she said what she thought. How could she know if Georgeson was in good health? What she just thought was that she was in good shape. At first sight, she was exercising for a long time. That's why she said that.

He glanced at George Sheng on the bed. He didn't move. He didn't recognize anything.

"I'm sleeping. Call me if I feel sick."

With that, Song Xi quickly lies on the sofa, covers his blanket, and sleeps with his eyes closed.

After tossing about for so long, Song Xi was tired and wanted to sleep for a long time. But now he lies down, but his mind is very active and he can't sleep.

In my mind, for a moment, Georges Sheng put his arms around her neck, and their faces were close to each other; After a while, she helped him to wipe his body. It was dark and black. She even watched it all the time.

George Sheng sleeps lightly. Song Xi knows that he hasn't changed his posture or even moved for a long time. She doesn't know if he has fallen asleep, so she can't turn it over and over freely. She is also lying flat and peaceful like a princess.

For a long time, when Song Xi was half asleep and half awake, Georges Sheng's sleepless voice came from the room: "not sleepy?"

Song Xi immediately woke up, looked to the direction of the big bed, and said in a voice, "are you still awake?"

"I can't sleep normally, you can't sleep normally," Georgeson replied

Song Xi said: "may be tired, very sleepy, can't sleep."

"Don't remind me when I know what you're doing," Georgeson said

Song Xi opened his eyes and felt his eyelids heavy. He simply closed his eyes and said, "I'm afraid you forget."

George Sheng said, "you can't sleep. You can read for a while."

Song Xi brow light Cu: "read what book?"

George Sheng said, "those you bought."

Song Xiben didn't want to get up, but he couldn't sleep when he was lying down. He simply lifted the blanket and turned over to sit up.

She was going to turn on the light, and Georgeson said, "prick your eyes."

Song Xi asked, "what do I think if I don't turn on the light?"

George Sheng said, "no light, no reading?"

Song Xi seriously suspected that he was trying to fix her. She took a breath. She tried to ask calmly, "can you see the words without turning on the light?"

Who expected Georges Sheng very calm reply: "what can't?"

Song Ximei's eyes picked, and she didn't believe in evil.

She went to the bedside and picked up a book. It was dark and she couldn't see the cover. She turned a page and pointed it at Georgeson's face: "if you can read it, I'll call you something!"

In the dark, Georges Sheng opened his eyes, and then a deep and sweet voice came: "in this world, some roads have to be faced by one person and trudged alone. No matter how long the road is, no matter how dark the night is, we have to walk alone and silently."