Chapter 382

Song Xi went downstairs with George Sheng. She couldn't help talking on the way. She asked, "have you done everything you've done abroad?"

"Well." George Sheng is always cold and his mouth is not open.

"It seems that you have done a big business at the end of the year. I wish you a prosperous business with a lot of money ahead of time," said Song Xi

They were standing at the entrance of the elevator waiting for the elevator. Georges Sheng looked at her and asked, "are you in a good mood?"

Song Xi looks at him ambiguously and warily.

Thin lips open, Georges Sheng said: "so much talk."

Song Xi knows that she has smelled a trace of being hurt.

When her eyes turned to the upper left corner, she complained three times and said angrily, "I'm not out on vacation. Why can't I talk more? Yesterday, with Yuanbao and Tong Hao, we had a special tacit understanding. When you come, you won't be allowed to talk. "

Bored to death, she didn't say this sentence, but the expression on her face already showed everything.

George Sheng said calmly, "you are usually asked to cook. You say that the hand holding the scalpel is not used to hold the kitchen knife. Now you hold the steering wheel instead, so you are not afraid of any accident?"

Song Xi replied: "I like racing and I hate cooking. Can I compare that?"

She was just talking about things, but the speaker didn't want to hear them, and the words fell into Georgeson's ears, which really changed her taste.

At this time, the elevator door has been opened, and Song Xi walks in. He doesn't see the expression on Georges Sheng's face. He is obviously one second slow to follow.

When the elevator door closed, Georgeson said, "it's hard for me to close it."

Song Xi vaguely hears the displeasure in Georges Sheng's words, and secretly tells him that he is affectable. She is a little more generous. As soon as he returns home, she doesn't need to quarrel with him, so she answers with a smile: "people can't always do what they are good at. They should do what they never did before. That's what they have ability."

After that, she flattered George Sheng: "you are urging me to become a talent. Thank you very much."

She coaxed straight, Georges Sheng knew that she was not from the heart, but still suppressed the anger, did not say anything else.

When the elevator opened on the first floor, Song Xi thought he was going to have breakfast in the hotel restaurant. As a result, he went out directly. They called a taxi. He told the driver a place in Cantonese, which is the most famous snack street in Macao.

As the driver drove, Song Xi whispered, "Cantonese is very good."

George Sheng looked out of the window and said, "you don't know how to say it."

Song Xi asked subconsciously, "when did you hear me speak Cantonese?"

George Sheng said, "on my birthday, you sang Cantonese songs."

At the same time, Song Xi suddenly realized that he was a little embarrassed. They haven't seen each other for such a long time. It seems that they have avoided the event on the night of their birthday

Song Xi pretended not to have any intention and said with a smile, "I only have a few standards for singing, but I can't say it."

After a few seconds, Georges Sheng suddenly turned his head and said to her with great interest, "how do you say those two words in Cantonese?"

Song Xishun looks out of his sight, not far away is the financial building, she tries to find the feeling of Cantonese pronunciation, slowly read out.

Song Xi was a little flustered on the spot, and then he looked at Georges Sheng. However, he saw that Georges Sheng's lips were gently raised, and his eyes were covered with a bright light.

Song Xi asked in a low voice, "am I wrong?"

George Sheng deliberately laughed meaningfully and did not answer. Song xite was afraid of losing face. He frowned and said in a low voice, "you deliberately made me lose face, didn't you?"

Georges Sheng opened his thin lips and whispered back, "I want you to be financial. You just pronounced Jin Yong."

Song Xi asked, "what's the difference?"

George Sheng used Cantonese to talk about finance and Jin Yong respectively. Song Xi tasted it: "there is no difference."

Georgeson turned to look out of the window, smiling rather than smiling, as if laughing at her.

The driver in the front seat said in Mandarin with a local accent, "your boyfriend speaks Cantonese very well. Is he from Hong Kong?"

Song Xi subconsciously replied, "his mother is from Ezhou."

The driver nodded, "Oh, no wonder it's so good."

Song Xi sits beside Georges Sheng, half slow, just... Her point should not be explained, isn't he her boyfriend?

Now miss the best time to explain, and then mention is hypocritical, Song Xi only pretends not to care, but the car suddenly becomes quiet, her heart is also more and more nervous.

The driver chatted while driving: "where are you from?"

Song Xi knew that George Sheng would not talk to others at will. She took the initiative to reply, "I'm from the night city. He just came back from abroad."

The driver nodded and said, "are you going to Macao for Christmas?"

George Sheng sat next to him. Song Xi was not good at telling lies. He replied with a smile, "no, I came with other friends. He has a job and comes here temporarily."

The driver said with a smile, "don't listen to your boyfriend. It's a coincidence that he came here to work on Christmas day. In fact, he just wanted to give you a surprise."

Cantonese is spoken in Macao. The driver's Putonghua has a strong Cantonese accent. Song Xi is used to listening to northern men's speeches, or to listening to Georges Sheng around him. For a moment, he was blushed by the driver.

Instinct explanation: "really not, he is not my boyfriend, we are friends."

The driver didn't believe it at all. He still insisted: "it's not my boyfriend or girlfriend now. We've spent Christmas together. Just go back. There are many interesting places in Macao. You can go to..."

The driver turns on the tour guide mode. Song Xi and George Sheng sit side by side in the back. Although there is a big distance between them, Song Xi's uncontrollable face is burning. He is secretly worried. How can he not feel guilty

George Sheng turned his head again, looked at her, and asked, "what are you blushing about?"

Song Xi raised his head, looked at Georges Sheng and pretended to be stupid: "ah? Do I blush? Maybe it's too much. It's too hot. "

George Sheng turned his head with a look of "believe it or not.".

At the bottom of Song Xi's heart, ten thousand grass mud horses lined up and ran, which raised a cloud of dust in her heart. What are you doing? Are you playing with her on purpose?

When the taxi finally arrived, the driver seemed to like both of them very much, wished them a happy Christmas and handed him a business card.

After getting out of the car, Georges Sheng went to the garbage can, raised his hand and threw away the business card. Seeing this, Song Xi frowned and said, "why do you throw away the things that Macao friends gave you?"

George Sheng looks back at Song Xi. His beautiful face is covered with a layer of Phnom Penh by the sun. It looks like he wants to shine. However, his face is indifferent, his lips are thin, and his voice is light. He is a bit provocative: "the introduction of fun Hotel, are you interested in experiencing it?"