Chapter 538

On the way back, Song Xi was the one who went to bed without watching the Spring Festival Gala. As soon as she got into the house, Ren Lina said casually, "this year's Spring Festival Gala is very interesting."

Song Xi immediately said, "I'd like to watch the Spring Festival Gala, too."

Without waiting for George Sheng to bring her into the room, she sat directly on the sofa in the living room. She looked so serious that she couldn't see that she was drinking too much. George Sheng felt funny at the bottom of his heart. She secretly told him, "pour me a cup of strong tea."

I can't stand it without tea.

The day of Spring Festival is the day when mobile phones are constantly ringing. Before reading a sketch, Ren Lina has already received three new year's calls. She goes to the balcony with her mobile phone and occasionally hears her Cantonese speaking voice.

Qiao Aiwen also received several overseas calls from the United States and sat on the sofa speaking English.

Song Xi set the mobile phone to vibrate. When it rings, it's all new year's greetings.

As for George Sheng's mobile phone, it rang a lot of times. When he picked it up, it was the "mob dance" on wechat that started to stir up again.

Song Xi is also in a group. He looks down and laughs.

George Sheng said in a low voice, "don't mix with them. You can't learn anything."

Song Xi said: "Chang jingle and Jiamin just want to teach me to be bad."

George Sheng looked at her and said, "do you want to learn bad?"

Song Xi looked at George Sheng's handsome face, suddenly raised an arm, hooked his neck, and took the initiative to kiss him, which perfectly explained what beauty is. At present, it's hard to self-control.

Qiao Aiwen was sitting on the concubine's couch behind her. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of her. She raised her hand as if it was not blocking. She frowned and said, "Oh, what are you doing? I'm still a child. "

George Sheng said in a low voice, "go back to the room and call."

Qiao AI Wen "cut" a, put on slippers side walk way: "had a wife to forget younger sister."

There are only two of them left in the living room for the time being. Georges Sheng presses over to kiss her. Song Xi puts his hand on his chest, tilts his head back, sleeps lazily on the sofa, and says with a smile, "don't make trouble."

Georges Sheng was itching, black eyes staring at her bright and moving face, asked again: "what does your father say?"

Song Xixiao: "you guess."

"No, I'll see him in person tomorrow," said Georgeson

Song Xi asked, "what if my father doesn't agree?"

George Sheng said: "anyway, the certificate has been obtained. We are legal. Anyone who wants to break it up has to bear a reputation of moral corruption."

Song Xi's eyes narrowed slightly: "so you are such a person."

George Sheng said, "I can be worse. Do you want to see it?"

Song Xi was angry and said, "ouch ~" his face turned red as he spoke.

George Sheng's eyelids PICK: "why?"

Song Xi stares at him, as if he's playing a hooligan and treating her.

Full of innocent eyes, George Sheng asked, "where do you want to go?"

Song Xi picked up a pillow to block her. Maybe her thinking is too active, but it's not her fault. It's alcohol.

Ren Lina comes out from the balcony and sees Georges Sheng and Song Xi sitting on the sofa chatting. Georges Sheng is her son. However, except when she was very young, he would ask her for things in a coquettish way. He hasn't been since he was five years old. He has always been mature and calm beyond his own age. Many times, she feels that his calmness is close to indifference and less smoke.

But at a glance just now, she saw that they were fighting for a cushion. Georges Sheng also had a smile on his face.

It's the sun coming out of the north.

Seeing Ren Lina, Song Xi immediately sat down and called auntie.

Ren Lina said: "I'll have the dumplings ready at noon. I'll make them now and have dinner at 12 o'clock later."

Song Xi smell speech immediately stand up: "no aunt, I go to bag."

Ren Lina pour also rare kindness: "you sit and watch TV, I will go."

Song Xifei said that she would go. Finally, Georges Sheng stood up and said to Ren Lina, "I'll go with her."

In recent years, when George Sheng comes home, the number of times he passes by the kitchen is limited. What's more, when she enters the kitchen, Ren Lina is very surprised. She leads them to the kitchen and takes out four fillings from the refrigerator, one of which is shrimp.

"Xiaowen said that Song Xi likes to eat shrimp. I asked someone to prepare a shrimp meat."

Song Xi was deeply moved. He raised his lips and said, "thank you, auntie."

Ren Lina with a smile, repeatedly asked if they really can, Song Xi on the difference patted the chest guarantee, after Ren Lina left, Georges Sheng looked at her and said: "you can make dumplings?"

Song Xi pursed the plump lip, blinked, looked up and said, "I can eat dumplings."

There were only two of them in the big kitchen. Georges Sheng finally took her and bent down to kiss her. Song Xi was sleepy when he closed his eyes, but his tongue could not help catering to him. For a long time, Georges Sheng raised his head first and said in a low voice: "go home after dinner."

Song Xi was confused and looked back at him: "don't you live here these days?"

George Sheng's precious jewel like pupil, with a naked aggressive color, thin lips open, deep voice: "don't want to bear, go home to do business."

In Song Xi's heart, the boat rolled on the top of the waves, swayed and swayed, trying to control her restlessness. She said softly, "your mother expects you to go home for two days all year round. Why do you want to leave at night?"

George Sheng did not blink at her: "we leave on the second day of junior high school."

Song Xi said, "you can stay a few more days. Anyway, you have a holiday recently."

Don't bargain with me, believe it or not, Georges said in a deep voice

Song Xi hugged him and interrupted: "OK, let's make dumplings first."

George Sheng stood still, deliberately high cold: "it's you who are clamoring for the bag. I'll look at it."

Song Xi looked up at him and said, "I don't know how to pack. You can teach me."

George Sheng hung his eyes, two seconds later: "call husband."

Song Xi blushed, wrinkled his nose slightly, and said in a low voice, "my husband ~"

"Speak up," said Georgeson

Song Xihuo went out: "husband!"

George Sheng's bones are crisp. He can't help kissing her. He warns her not to seduce him casually.

In the big kitchen, the lights are bright. George Sheng is standing. Song Xi is sitting on the chair and poking his head on him. He is holding dumpling skin in his left hand and chopsticks in his right hand to pick stuffing

"So, will it?"

"You make another one."

George Sheng has packed five or six in a row. Song Xi still says, "I don't understand. You can pack another one."

George Sheng was silent, but suddenly looked up at the kitchen door: "Mom."

Voice down, see song xiteng suddenly stand up from the chair, one hand with dumpling skin, the other hand with chopsticks, head also not back to say: "you put it, I'll do."

George Sheng puts down his chopsticks and looks at Song Xi pretending. After a long time, Song Xi feels strange and quiet behind him. He turns to see who is there and there is no ghost.