Chapter 351

The whole villa has floor heating. It's very warm in the house. Georges Sheng and Song Xi are also wearing summer silk pajamas. He puts one arm around her waist and makes a little effort to cuddle her. He just thinks that her waist is too thin for him to cuddle with one arm.

She sat on his lap, her hair swept his face, very light and inexplicable sweet smell, mixed with shampoo and bath lotion.

Song Xi is scared and subconsciously raises her hand to the side. She wants to stabilize her body. In the chaos, she shouts her backhand on Georges Sheng's face. Georges Sheng has no time to hide, so he can only be slapped. If people like him give out a dull hum, we can see how hard Song Xi is beating.

After Song Xi knew it, she took a breath. She didn't feel that she was sitting on his lap. She wanted to turn around and look at him in a hurry. Her buttocks twisted half a circle on his leg. She wanted to touch his face from back to side. But she thought that he was George Sheng. She took it back and didn't know where to put her hands, Voice flustered ground asks: "all right?"

George Sheng's nose is sour and his right eye is sore. With his temper, he should have thrown Song Xi down in a rage, but he didn't notice. Rao is so. His arm is still tightly across her waist.

He doesn't make a sound. Song Xi is nervous and afraid, but he doesn't dare to touch him. There is no noise in the room, and he doesn't know what moment it is. Song Xi knows later and finds that she is sitting on Georges Sheng's leg. Is his arm holding the strength of her waist?

Thinking about this, Song Xi's heart beat disorderly, her blood was surging up and her eyes changed. With a little hesitation, she immediately struggled to stand up. Georges Sheng's arm slowly released, and Song Xi went straight to the head of the bed. She was used to the position of the bedside lamp, so she was very determined, so she reached out and touched it

"Ah“

Song Xi touched something soft and sticky.

When Georges Sheng heard her voice, he turned to look. Although the light was not on, he could see clearly that most of the cake was on the bedside table.

"Turn on the headlights."

He finally made a sound. Song Xi knew that he had caused trouble. Without saying a word, Ma liu'er ran to the door to turn on the light.

When the light is bright, Song Xi stands alone in the place where George Sheng can't see. He is so annoyed that his eyes are closed. He regrets it. He really regrets it. Why do he have to make this scene? What a shame!

She wanted to face and be timid. She was afraid that Georges would say something about her. As she was thinking, Georges voice came from the room: "what are you hiding from? Come in

Listen, it's usually cold. Today it's obviously angry.

Song Xi looked at the door close at hand, hesitated to just run away?

But on second thought, the monk can run away, but not the temple. The whole villa belongs to Georges Sheng. Where can she hide?

Ah, let's go. It's a cut to stretch your head and a cut to shrink it.

Take a deep breath, Song Xi did not wear Ji, turned back, quickly turned the corner, take a closer look, she also want to take a breath - a whole cake, no waste, half on the bedside table switch and power supply, the other half on the pillow and sheets, the rest fell under the bed, carpet is no need.

Look at George Sheng again. He is sitting by the bed, holding a cold face and staring at Song Xi angrily. Song Xi's sweat bristles up when he looks at him. But when she looks at him, her eyes suddenly narrowed and she quickly steps forward and looks at him in turn.

"What are you looking at?" asked Georgeson, suppressing his anger

Song Xi looks straight at George Sheng's face and says clearly that it's under his right eye. He raises his hand to touch it. George Sheng doesn't want to start.

"Let me see. It looks like it's scratched."

Song Xi is now suffering from an occupational disease again. No matter whether George Shengle is happy or not, she raises her hand to hold his face and does not allow him to dodge. Then she condescends and stares at him without blinking.

George Sheng raised his eyelids and looked at her. Her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, her nose was sharp, and her lips were plump, like pudding.

They are very close to each other. Song Xi gently touches Georges Sheng's eyeground with his index finger. Georges Sheng's brow frowns lightly and waves her hand.

Song Xi said, "you have a scratch on the fundus of your eye."

George Sheng thought, no wonder the pain is burning, but he is not a little angry, until Yu Guang glimpses the mess at the head of the bed, and the fire is gradually coming up again.

"Song Xi, that's why you came in in the middle of the night?"

George Sheng sat by the bed, black clothes, black pants, black hair, against the unique beautiful face, more and more indifferent.

Song Xi looks at him, especially the scar on the bottom of his eyes. It's fresh, and the heavy place is still bleeding.

Pink lips open, her good attitude back: "I first go down to get a medicine box, help you deal with it, later scold OK?"

George Sheng wanted to say no, but somehow he didn't say it. Song Xi saw that he was silent, so he took it as acquiescence and immediately turned to get the medicine box.

After she left, Georgeson got up and went to the bathroom.

Looking at myself in the mirror, there is a long scratch on the right fundus, which extends from half of the eye to the end of the eye. The front end of the eye is heavily scratched, and the skin is bleeding, and the back is just a red mark.

He has a normal complexion, a little bit whiter than the man, and nothing on his face is long and clean, so the scratch is more and more abrupt.

When Song Xi comes up with the medicine box from downstairs, George Sheng is sitting on the sofa smoking. Song Xi goes over, puts the medicine box on the tea table, lowers his head to take things out, and says, "I'm sorry."

George Sheng shot ash into the ashtray and said, "clean up."

Song Xi took a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant and said, "I know."

She has to bend down to give him medicine. Georges Sheng doesn't cooperate and doesn't say to raise her face. Song Xi can only bend her waist deeper. Georges Sheng didn't look at her at first. It was the cotton swab that touched the wound, causing a stabbing pain. He just wanted to use an excuse to tease her, but at a glance, Song Xi's eyes turned red.

George Sheng thought that he was wrong, so he couldn't help looking at her. Song Xi tightly pursed her lips, carefully looked at his wound, and gave him medicine. But it was obvious that she was enduring, and there was a mist in her eyes.

George Sheng looked at it for a few seconds, then his eyes flashed by. He was surprised and nervous. He asked, "what are you crying for?"

"No," Song Xi said

Having said that, but for a moment, the vision was blurred.

Seeing this, Georges Sheng felt a little restless. After two seconds, he said, "it's me that's injured, and it's my bed that can't sleep. You cry. What am I going to do?"

A big drop of tears fell from Song Xi's eyes. Song Xi immediately raised his hand to erase it, and then said in a tight voice, "it's my fault. I wanted to surprise you and make you happy, but I screwed it up."

She felt aggrieved in her heart. It didn't feel like putting a hot face on a cold buttock. Although Georgeson was really not hot or cold, the ending was far from what she imagined. She couldn't stand her own stupidity and ended up in such an embarrassing situation.

Georges Sheng looked at her grievance, and hesitated for a moment. His thin lips opened: "I'm not unhappy."