Chapter 396

What happened to Georgeson in Venice?

That Christmas day, his amazing gambling skills

George Sheng slightly lowered his eyes, could not see the look in his eyes, and his face was still. He opened his thin lips and said, "if you want to act, you don't have to go to Macao. I'll ask Yuanbao to help you find some actors some other day. You can act as you want."

Qiao Aiwen said: "you don't understand, I want that kind of atmosphere in the casino, a group of people around me, shocked, sigh, worship... Next to me with a few super handsome fans."

Without waiting to speak, Song Xi said, "my elder martial brother doesn't like gambling."

Qiao Aiwen said a second ago that it was lively. Hearing the speech, she looked at Song Xi: "ah, actually I don't like gambling, I just like acting, a restless actor's dream."

Her face was covered with notes, and when she spoke, it was a flutter in the wind, as if she could hear the rustle.

But Song Xi didn't laugh. She had something in her heart. She was still thinking about the inside story of Georges Sheng's participation in Venetian. If so

Song Xi shakes his mind a little. Georges Sheng has already played a card. When he looks at it, it's another set of bombings. He presses her to death.

Can't help but turn his eyelids. Song Xi looks at Georges Sheng and complains in his suspicions: "it's either double king or three two, or it's explosion. Are you a god of gamblers“

Qiao AI Wen said: "ten bet nine lose, my brother never gamble, he is lucky."

Song Xi said: "last time I saw him shuffle cards and hide them. I couldn't see how to hide them with my eyes open."

Qiao Aiwen said, "well, when we were kids..."

When she was only halfway through, Georges Sheng broke in: "you can't hide your family skills by speaking everything out."

Qiao AI Wen hears speech, immediately rein in the precipice, decide to maintain mystery.

Song Xi, half obedient, frowned and said, "do you have public morality? I wonder if it's hard to hear half of it? "

Qiao Aiwen's face is full of paper, and she shakes her head with elation. She makes it clear that Song Xi will feel uncomfortable.

Song Xi looks at George Sheng again. He can't go on talking. He's bored to death.

The three played cards for more than an hour. At last, Qiao Aiwen couldn't stick a single face. Song Xi also had no skin on her face. Even George Sheng was pasted with two faces, one on each cheek. Song Xi pasted them all. She also wanted to write something on the paper, which was stopped by George Sheng.

Before the end, Qiao Aiwen took Song Xi to take a picture together and called George Sheng. Of course, he refused. In the end, only the two of them took a picture together, and they couldn't see who it was.

At noon, several people drank wine. Song Xi drank a little, but now he was slightly drunk and sleepy. Qiao Aiwen tore off the note, poured it directly on the bed, closed her eyes and said, "good afternoon, see you in the evening."

Song Xi got out of bed and went out of the room with Georges Sheng. There was no one outside. She asked aloud, "which room is convenient for people? I'm a little sleepy. "

George Sheng took a look at her, and then said, "there are so many people in my family, aunts and cooks. You sleep in separate rooms with me, for fear that others will not know whether we are fake?"

Smell speech, Song Xi has a moment of excitement, after knowing, look at her expression to know.

George Sheng turned and took the lead in walking forward, saying, "come in."

Song Xi follows George Sheng into his room. There is only one bed in his room. Although it is also a double bed, but

"I sleep on the sofa." Song Xi said.

George Sheng went to the sofa, sat down and said, "I'll read for a while, and you'll sleep on the side."

The implication of sleeping by the side is that he will have to sleep even if the children's security is not enough.

Song Xi's heart beat like a drum for a moment, but she was not sure whether her mind was not pure. Maybe Georges Sheng didn't think about anything. Besides, they didn't sleep in a bed. They were inferior to strangers when they were in Ezhou a long time ago. Didn't they say they could sleep as soon as they slept?

Thinking about this, Song Xi tried to make herself look very calm. She went to the side of the big bed and said, "I'll sleep first. Good afternoon."

After Song Xi lay down, he turned his back to him and closed his eyes. He was still very sleepy before Ming, but he couldn't sleep at all.

Yes, he is sitting not far away. It would be strange if she could sleep right away.

George Sheng looks up at the bed. Song Xi lies on her side and doesn't move. Doesn't she like to sleep on her back? Why did you change your posture today?

After lying for more than 20 minutes, Song Xi's consciousness gradually fainted and his breathing began to become calm and orderly.

In the quiet room, the sun is just right. Song Xi is sleeping on one side of the big bed. George Sheng is sitting on the sofa reading a book. People who don't know why, it's just that the years are quiet and the faces are beautiful.

In a flash, more than an hour passed. In winter in the north, the sun set early, and there was no sunshine at more than 4 p.m., and it was half dark at nearly 5 p.m.

Georges Sheng night vision is good, reading does not need light, so inadvertently found that the day is dark.

Looking at the bed again, Song Xi turned to lie flat, hands folded on his body, quietly.

I don't know if sleeping is contagious. Anyway, every time George Sheng sees Song Xi sleeping so soundly, he will feel sleepy.

For him, sleepiness is on the verge of luxury, so even George Sheng would not give up such an opportunity easily.

Close the book, he got up to the bed, quietly lying on the other side of the empty.

When Song Xi was the only one on the bed, the bed was very big. As soon as George Sheng lay down, he felt that there was only half an arm between him and Song Xi.

It's not that he deliberately wants to come and take advantage. The sofa is not long enough. Besides, his room, her bed, let him sleep on the floor?

Georges Sheng turned over, turned his back to Song Xi, closed his eyes, out of sight, out of mind.

But when he closed his eyes, Song Xi still clearly appeared in his mind. She was sitting cross legged in front of him, and the sun was shining on her. She was wearing a pink mohair sweater, and a thin chain red heart-shaped pendant around her neck, which made her skin look like cream.

Looking up, it's Song Xi's face. He pastes a lot of notes on her face, and his most proud work is the one that opens his forehead and pastes it on the bridge of his nose. Whenever she breathes a little, two pieces of notes float up one after another, like a hood.

In the dark, Georges Sheng's obvious lips were raised, and he could not help it when he was playing cards.

After lying for half an hour, George Sheng was still awake, so Song Xi moved a little behind him, and he immediately noticed it.

The room is too hot, Song Xi is wearing a sweater to sleep, from lying on her back to lying on her side. She lifts the quilt, swings her arm aside and puts it on Georges Sheng's back.

"Well..."

Originally, George Sheng didn't think about anything, but Song Xi's unconscious humming was like a startling clap on his heart.