Chapter 526

They chatted for a while. Georges Sheng knew everything about Song Xi at the party, including her driving Song Yuan out.

Mentioning Song Yuan, song happily refused to fight. He pulled his face and said, "I used to be used to her before. If it wasn't for my father's sadness, I would have exposed her."

This is the way it is these days. Shameless people have no fear, but they are constrained everywhere.

"Don't worry about it," Georgeson said quietly

Song Xi pillow his arm, smell speech side head way: "how do you want to deal with her?"? I hate her very much, but I can't really find someone to beat her. Besides, she is so bad in mind that I can't treat the symptoms but not the root cause. "

Just as a toad does not bite and responds.

Georges Sheng or that pair of light appearance, thin lips open: "I specialize in the treatment of bad heart."

Not to mention beauty in the eye of the beholder, George Sheng's skin bag used to be that Song Xi praised him for his good looks when he had the most trouble with him. What's more, now, how she looks good and how fascinated she is.

She said in a half joking and half serious tone: "Song Yuan is a kid in front of you. She is worse than Yan Wangye when she meets her."

George Sheng's eyes turned and Song Xi's lazy and confused eyes fell on his face: "I help you, you scold me."

Song Xi changed into a flattering face and said with a smile, "what's there? I'm praising you. What's wrong with being bad? Men are not bad, women do not love, I like you this bad

Apart from the episode of quarreling with song yuan, Song Xi is in a very good mood tonight. All this is due to Georges Sheng. She is in a good mood, her mouth is naturally sweet, and she has a set of love words.

George Sheng looked at her face. After three seconds, his voice was low: "don't hook me."

Song Xi's heart trembled and his body softened, but he said, "that won't work? I thought you were so good

George Sheng really wanted to "kill" her, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Song Xi is a wise man. He knows how to stop at the end of a point, so as not to annoy him. He doesn't wait for a day, so he puts her on the spot tonight. He thinks that she moves back, retreats 20 cm away from him, takes his hand and says softly, "good night, sleep."

It's very difficult to run when you're done. It's Song Xi himself.

The most important thing is that she can fall asleep in five minutes. What else can Georgeson say?

Under the quilt, he slowly pulled out his hand, rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom. He didn't turn on the light. He stayed in the confined space for more than 40 minutes before he came out. He was wearing the faint fragrance of bath liquid. He went downstairs and smoked two cigarettes. When his mood calmed down, he went upstairs again.

He opens the quilt and lies down in it. He looks at Song Xi sideways and says in secret that she doesn't need to send him a coloring book to pass the time. Instead, she should send him something like hand copied Sutra Qingxin Jue, so that he doesn't have to run to the bathroom every time.

Song Xi doesn't know how much trouble Georges Sheng has had. She sleeps soundly and her neck itches. She grabs Georges Sheng's hand.

It's impossible to say that there is no guard at the bottom of my heart when a man sleeps. Song Xi immediately frowns, half sleepy, and says, "what are you doing?"

In the dark, she couldn't see Georgeson's face clearly, only vaguely saw his upper body, which was very close to her.

At first he didn't say anything, holding her wrist with one hand, as if he wanted to take her to touch something. Song Xi felt uneasy in the bottom of his heart until he touched the object in his other hand, thin, metal material, either bracelet or necklace.

She gradually took off her guard. Georges Sheng put his hands around her neck. Song Xi felt the cool pendant under the clavicle, which was in the shape of a star.

Help her put on the necklace, Georges Sheng lay down again, this time it's Song Xi's turn to hold up his upper body, look at him and ask: "why did you suddenly send me a gift?"

"After twelve o'clock, today is Valentine's day," came Georgeson's low magnetic voice

Song Xi knows that the 14th is Valentine's day, but he didn't expect that Georges Sheng would be so romantic and pinch the time to give her a gift.

Climb forward, press his body on his chest, stretch his arm to turn on the bedside lamp. In the warm orange light, Song Xi squints, but she wants to see the necklace around her neck.

Pick up the mobile phone, open the camera, the screen shows her neck pendant, rose gold chain, below a star embedded with red diamonds.

Song Xi couldn't resist the impulse of his lips rising. He touched the star and looked at Georges Sheng under him. He said, "thank you, Xiao Sheng."

George Sheng's black hair hung between his eyebrows, and a pair of precious pupils gazed at her with a touch of displeasure in his laziness: "I was a thief just now."

Song Xi forgot that, smell speech, quickly put down the mobile phone, lying on his chest, coquetry way: "I sleep confused, don't know it's you."

George Sheng's voice was even deeper: "who else can you have if it's not me?"

Song Xi feels that the more she paints, the darker her heart is. Her heart is not as good as her action. She takes the initiative to step forward and kiss his lips.

Two faces are very close, Song Xi kisses, four eyes are opposite, low voice asks: "better?"

George Sheng thin lips open: "general."

Song Xi looked down and kissed again: "now?"

George Sheng hated the slow cutting force, raised his hand to hold the back of her head and pulled her down. He would not let go until he had enough money.

Song Xi is in a trance. Even if he wants to go on, she won't refuse too much. But on second thought, what he knows is that she is moved, but what he doesn't think is that a necklace will take care of her.

But she really likes it.

I like George Sheng and everything he does to her, including the little surprise he gives her.

Lying flat on the bed, Song Xi has been shining on his neck with a camera. He can't see enough of the little star.

Thinking of the wooden star he sent last time, Song Xi asked, "why do you send me stars every time? Do you like stars?"

"Well."

"Why do you like stars?"

Song Xi thinks that the closest thing to a monk is that he has no desire and no desire. The most different thing is that no monk has such a bad temper.

He likes dogs, she believes, and stars?

"There's no reason," Georgeson said

Song Xi said: "even like the RMB have a reason, like stars how can no reason?"

George Sheng's tone is very light, and he seems to reply casually: "if you can't sleep at night, you will look out of the window. If there are stars in the sky, it may not be so boring at night."

He said very casually, as if she asked him, he had to find a reason, but Song Xi suddenly felt very distressed.

Boring is loneliness. How could he spend the long night alone? There are stars in the night. What about him? He can only look at the night sky, if there are stars out, he will feel happy for the night, fortunately it has company.