Chapter 387

Song Xi is telling the truth, but her heart has changed. She doesn't want his money. All day long today, wherever she can use it, she is scrambling to spend it, making it clear that she doesn't treat him as her own person. Even if she has such a marriage certificate, it's fake.

There are many restaurants near the casino. Two people walk on the square. Not far away, there is a huge Christmas tree more than four people high, which is full of fluorescent balls and ribbons. Many tourists gather nearby to take photos. Song Xi also takes out his mobile phone and takes two pictures. Then he turns to ask Georges Sheng, "do you want to take pictures for you?"

Knowing what his answer was, she just couldn't help teasing him.

Georges Sheng face as usual, lukewarm reply: "it's not lovers, do this kind of greasy crooked things why?"

Song Xi said: "who said that only lovers can take pictures of each other? I still have Dongxu photos in my mobile phone. Are we lovers? "

"I only let my girlfriend do it," said Georges

Song Xi is not angry, but beautiful eyes pick, a meaningful appearance.

George Sheng squinted at her: "say whatever you want."

She's like that. She's got ideas.

Hearing the speech, Song Xi deliberately shook his head: "forget it."

"Don't let me say it again," Georgeson said

Song Xi said, "I've told you that you don't like to listen. Why can't I have a good time?"

"He said Georgeson's voice was low and threatening.

Song Xi was also in a state of depression. When he said this, his voice dropped, and she said immediately, "you say that with your temper, can you still find a girlfriend? It's good to have two friends around you. They also dislike me for taking pictures of you. Chang jingle and they all nickname you monk Qiao. You're not in a hurry. "

Look at what she said. It's not a temporary intention, but a long-term plan.

Song Xi is happy for a moment, and immediately takes a nervous look at Georges Sheng for fear that he will turn over suddenly. However, Georges Sheng is unexpectedly calm, even without threatening eyes. Song Xi's eyes are suspicious, and his heart is even more uneasy, afraid of the calm before the storm.

Two people across a distance of one and a half to go forward, has passed seven or eight seconds, Song Xi asked: "angry?"

"I'll say it's hard to hear. You have to listen to it. Well, if I don't say it, you can turn to me if you don't like it."

George Sheng's thin lips opened, and his voice could not distinguish between joy and anger: "why should a man who has no boyfriend tell me the truth here? You are 26 this year. Look at all the young people on the street, you can be their aunt. "

Song Xi smell speech, almost angry mouth spit blood.

Even for beautiful women, the most important thing is age. Georges Sheng has been holding his mouth for a long time. His feelings are waiting here.

Angry and laughing, Song Xi said: "I've been chased, but I didn't promise it!"

"How do you know I'm not chased?" Georges Sheng said in a calmer voice It depends on whether he nods.

Song Xi was choked, but soon he regained his strength, looked at him in his eyes and said suspiciously, "who can stand your temper?"

George Sheng said: "cats and dogs have a good temper. Everyone can raise them. If they are angry, they can fight. If they are more cruel, they can lose them. Tiger and lion, try them?"

Song Xi looked at George Sheng, again poor words, her heart's first thought is: she can't quarrel with him!

George Sheng looks at Song Xi. The colorful lights on the opposite Christmas tree reflect on his pure black eyes, making his pupils look magnificent and his thin lips open. He says Song Xi's impressive words: "fish for fish, shrimp for shrimp. Don't expect tigers and lions to find cats and dogs. Do you think they match each other?"

Song xijue's George Sheng's eyes are deep, not angry, but rare serious.

Originally, it was just fun to quarrel with him. I don't know which sentence to start with. Both of them are a little serious, so they can't get off the stage at the moment. Song Xi's eyes dodged for a short time, and then his anger dropped two points. He said: "don't look at me like this. I'm not a cat and dog. I'm not a vegetarian since I was a child."

Georges Sheng also don't open the line of sight, visual front, indifference in adulteration proud tone way: "lion tiger, also want to have the most powerful one."

The implication is obvious, even if Song Xi promoted herself from cat and dog to lion and tiger team, she is not the top one.

After listening to Song Xi, the corner of his lips was half joking and half joking, and he said, "do you still want to be Simba?"

After that, without waiting for George Sheng to reply, she could not help laughing and said, "forget the lion king, you are the owl king."

Song Xi is often amused by herself, just as at this moment, when her voice falls, she laughs first.

George Sheng was listening to the laughter in his ears. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of her wiping her tears. He was thinking about how to treat her. Suddenly, he ran up from behind to a girl half the size of her. She was not long enough for her legs. She was wearing a little red dress and carrying a basket of red roses. She raised her head high and asked, "uncle, Merry Christmas, buy a flower for your girlfriend?"

George Sheng and Song Xi both stop and stare down at the little girl in front of them. George Sheng's face is light: "she's not my girlfriend."

The little girl blinked her innocent eyes. She seemed at a loss, but she didn't go.

Song Xi squatted down, raised her hand to touch the owl hair ornament on her head, and said with a smile: "Merry Christmas."

The little girl looked at Song Xi and said, "Merry Christmas."

Song Xi bent his eyes and said, "you call me sister. Is it good for me to buy your flowers?"

The little girl nodded, "sister."

Song Xi raised his lips: "darling."

"How much does it cost you?"

"Fifty dollars."

"Fifty Hong Kong dollars?"

The little girl nodded.

Song Xi counted thirty-six flowers in the basket. She took two thousand Hong Kong dollars out of her bag and said, "do you know how much thirty-six times fifty is?"

The little girl shook her head. Song Xi said, "it's 1800 yuan. Here's 2000 yuan. Would you give me the flower basket, too?"

The little girl turns her head and looks away. Song Xi follows her line of sight. There stands a young woman in a Christmas dress with a big flower basket in her hand. The woman trots over. Song Xi makes it clear to her that the woman has collected two thousand Hong Kong dollars, said "happy Christmas" and left with the little girl.

Song Xi took the flower basket and looked at George Sheng happily. He deliberately slowed down for half a beat and cried out: "uncle? "Tut..."

Gently shaking his head, Song Xi sighed: "it's all twenty-seven people. Look at the young people on the street, ah."

George Sheng's beautiful face is colored by the Christmas tree, even the usual cold is much less, covered with the color of Psychedelic beauty.

He was about to open his mouth when Song Xi took the lead, handed over the flower basket and said with a smile, "happy Christmas, maotousheng."

The street is full of men giving women roses, only George Sheng here, Song Xi carrying a basket of bright red, can be said to be very active.