Chapter 510

There are special snow removal tools in the warehouse. It took Georges Sheng five minutes to gather half of the yard snow together. During this period, Song Xi squatted aside and concentrated on snowball. She has made an appointment with Georges Sheng to make one for each of them to see whose beauty.

Song Xi just pinches a snowball about the size of his palm. Facai runs to shake his tail. He wants to eat it. With a bad smile on his lips, Song Xi gets up and throws the snowball out. Facai runs forward. However, the snowball falls in the snow and immediately disperses into one. Facai sees the ball fall here with his own eyes. But when it runs past, he scrapes his paws for a long time, Nothing there?

Song Xi laughs. He takes the same trick seven or eight times and gets so angry that he can't help barking.

On a winter night, the white light from the street lamp in the courtyard makes the snow on the ground more transparent and pure. Song Xi makes fun of Facai enough and turns to see Georges Sheng, who hasn't made a sound for a long time.

At the moment, he was standing in front of the rectangular snow block as high as her, with tools in his hand, trying to compact the snow.

Song Xi is surprised, beautiful Mou stirs up, voice asks: "what are you doing?"

George Sheng said without looking back, "be your own. Don't peek at me."

Song Xi exhaled his white breath, glanced at him and said, "who is rare to copy?"

Turning her back, she squatted down to make a new snowball. She wanted to steal her teacher's skill, but she couldn't understand what he was doing, OK?

In the dead of night, only when Facai ran between them, he made a slight sound occasionally. Song Xi worked hard for a long time to make a ball the size of a hot pot. She looked left and right, and found that it was quite round. She was very satisfied.

This is Georges Sheng's "body", and she would like to do it again.

Small ball is also good, big ball fold small ball, although there is no further dress, can already show Song Xi's mind the snowman should be like, she picked up the two balls, turned to look for George Sheng to show off, can turn around after a look up, decisively in place.

Two meters away, Georgeson was standing in front of a graceful snowman with long hair, shawl and skirt. His arms were folded in front of him. He was shaping the snowman's face with tools.

Having seen ice sculptures and not so close to snow sculptures, Song Xi stepped forward without blinking. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never believe that a snowman of this level would appear in her yard.

George Sheng glanced at Song xihuai's snowman and asked, "where's your snowman?"

Song Xiyi bowed his head and said in a voice, "this is it."

"I thought you made two mines," Georgeson said

Song Xi pursed her pretty lips, so angry that her liver ached. She knew he was powerful, so she didn't have to hurt her, did she?

Stubborn bent down, the two mines... No, it is the snowman on the princess skirt, Song Xi went back to the kitchen to find a variety of fruits and vegetables, to dress his Snowman beautifully.

Unconsciously, they stayed outside for more than 40 minutes. When they returned, there was only a snowman princess who was the same height as Song Xi in the yard, and her skirt was as small as two mines, but she was better than the colorful knight.

Before Song Xi was full, but now he has a lot of trouble. His physical strength is not small, his stomach is comfortable, and he is sleepy.

After saying hello to Georges Sheng, she went back to the third floor to take a bath and get ready to go to bed. She had just been lying on the bed. Less than five minutes later, her mobile phone rang. When she picked it up, Georges Sheng called.

"Hello?" She lay on her side, sleepy in her voice.

"I can't sleep," Georgeson said

Song Xi asked in a soft voice, "what should I do then?"

"Read to kill time," said Georgeson

Song Xi was so sleepy that his eyes drooped and he said in a low voice, "it's so pathetic."

After a few seconds, George Sheng's low voice came from his mobile phone: "can I go up?"

"Well?" She just closed her eyes for a second.

Georgeson repeated, "I want to go up."

Song Xi smell speech, sleepy meaning instantly retreated half, eyes with vigilance, tentatively asked: "where?"

George Sheng's voice was low but gentle: "go to your room, you sleep in your room, I'll read for a while and then leave."

Song Xi sleepless, open a pair of nervous even helpless big eyes, pause a few seconds back: "you come to read?"

"If you don't want me to read, you can do anything else," Georgeson said

His voice is too magnetic, and he can't stop saying some fancy words.

With a buzzing sound in his head, Song Xi was so nervous that he turned over and sat up. With 100% spirit, he said, "then you'd better not come. I want to go to bed and get up early tomorrow to meet people at the airport."

"I don't want to touch you, I just want to be with you for a little longer," Georgeson said

What he said is that the heart is itchy and soft. Song Xi's mind is at war with heaven. Starting from instinct, she should let him come up. But starting from reason, she should give up his idea decisively. How many days can they fight each other? I can't get to the last step so soon.

Too straightforward refused to hurt his self-esteem, Song Xi euphemistically said: "you good downstairs reading, really can't fill, tomorrow we can meet again."

George Sheng asked in a low voice, "don't you miss me?"

Song Xi's whole body was crisp, and he whispered back: "I miss you, but you come up... I'm afraid it's you who are suffering."

George Sheng knew what she was worried about, so he said simply: "I said I would not touch you if I didn't touch you. When didn't I count what I said?"

Song Xi hesitated, but after several seconds, she said in a voice: "really, come on up."

"Well, hang up."

I can tell that he is really in a good mood. He usually doesn't say hello before hanging up.

Song Xi turns on the bedside lamp. The quilt covers his chin from his feet. He opens his eyes and looks at the direction of the door. Soon, the door is pushed open from the outside. George Sheng, dressed in black household clothes, comes with a book in his hand.

Song Xi looked at him and said, "can reading in my room hypnotize me?"

Georges Sheng walked towards her step by step, sat by the bed, and without saying a word, bent down to kiss her. Song Xi lazily closed his eyes and enjoyed the beauty he gave.

More than ten seconds later, George Sheng stopped first, looked up at her and said, "sleep."

Song Xi asked, "what about you?"

"Read a book," said Georgeson

Song Xi asked, "where can I see it?"

"Where do you want me to see it?" George Sheng asked

Song Xi looked at George Sheng's beautiful face covered with orange light. In a moment, she was so soft hearted that she couldn't stand being more than one meter away from him. She resolutely wrapped up the quilt and moved in, emptied the bedside position and said: "sit here and see."

George Sheng goes to bed with slippers and sits by the bed. Song Xi lies on his side, about 20 cm away from him. She closes her eyes. She seriously plans to go to bed, but her eyes can't control moving.

A few minutes later, Song Xi takes the initiative to stretch out a hand from the quilt. George Sheng's eyes fall on the book, but he immediately raises his hand to hold her hand firmly in the palm of his hand.