Chapter 541

Song Xi thinks that Georges Sheng is terrible.

If you don't give it after you're done, do you want to sell it when you get a good price?

She is really not a soft persimmon. If he doesn't say this, she will be confused. Maybe she will give in directly. Now it's him who bumps into the muzzle of the gun.

The arm fished his neck, pulled his head in front of him, the lip petal said a word very low in his ear: "cover son."

George Sheng was iron like, hard and hot, and his forehead was covered with a layer of moisture. He said in a low voice, "I'm not in it."

How can Song Xi tolerate him and refuse to compromise: "no way."

The voice is still coquettish, but the attitude is indisputable.

Georgeson had been grinding her for a long time. She didn't listen to the good words and wanted to do it. She pressed his wrist and didn't let him touch it.

George Sheng was about to be tortured to death, so he almost bit his teeth and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't have it. Where can I get it in the middle of the night?"

Song Xi against his chest, grinding back: "buy it."

Song Xi doesn't believe that George Sheng dares to borrow it from Qiao Aiwen. The key is that he can't borrow it from Qiao Aiwen. The man next door who talks all day is not a man who does wrong.

George Sheng was forced to do nothing. At one moment, he wanted to bow hard. Song Xi drew his legs together, stretched his body, and frowned: "I'm angry if you do this again. I'm not gentle at all."

Georgeson lowered his head and breathed in her ears. He gasped for about ten seconds. He suddenly fell from her, as if he would regret it a second later.

When he got out of bed, he was dressed in the dark. Song Xi was lying on his side, looking at his figure. He was not afraid of death and asked, "angry?"

George Sheng put on his trousers and said, "I'll clean you up when I get back."

He said gnashing his teeth, is really under the cruel, Song Xi giggled, stretched out his hand to pat the bedside space: "wait for you to come back."

At 4:30 in the morning, it was dark outside. George Sheng went out in his overcoat, and the cold wind outside could not make him feel better. He only hated the cycle of causality and retribution. God, is this punishment for his bad treatment of Song Xi?

He seldom fastens his coat on weekdays. Today, he has to do it because it's very embarrassing in the middle of his trousers. If it wasn't for his strong willpower, it would be difficult for him to get out of bed.

Carrying the car key, Georges Sheng strides out. When the dog in the yard hears the movement, they all sit up and look at him. This makes Georges Sheng feel embarrassed. What are you looking at?

Just out of the gate, the mobile phone in his pocket rings. George Sheng thinks that Song Xi regrets it. He quickly takes it out. As a result, he takes a close look. He stops and stares at the screen for a long time.

The screen is on, showing the caller: Qian Yu.

In my heart, the five flavors are mixed. Instinctively, I don't want to take it. I always feel sorry for Song Xi, but I don't want to take it... There will always be a formal farewell between him and her.

When the screen was on for no less than 15 seconds, Georges Sheng pushed the connect button and put his mobile phone to his ear: "hello?"

"... so long, did you fall asleep?"

The familiar female voice came from the mobile phone. In the past few years when he was forced to be unable to contact, he couldn't sleep every night and wanted to listen to her voice, even if there was only one sentence. But at that time, the day and night worries became today's embarrassing avoidance.

After a little hesitation, Georgeson said, "what's wrong with calling so late?"

Sheng said, "I'm back." With a touch of tentative joy.

George Sheng, with the same face, said, "come back for the new year?"

"Well."

"Well, after the third and fourth day of junior high school, I'll see if you're free and have a meal together."

His voice is calm and calm. He is less indifferent than he usually talks to strangers, but he is less intimate. What's more, he talks about other emotions like enthusiasm and excitement.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the mobile phone, and then said, "I'm outside your yard."

Smell speech, the surprised color in the pupil of George Sheng one Shan but die: "my parents home?"

"Well."

George Sheng was standing at the gate of the courtyard. After walking for dozens of steps, he saw a familiar figure standing under the street lamp more than ten meters away.

Women are very slim. In winter, they wear jeans, straight legs, and a short white fox fur. They don't know how long they have been standing, and their ears are red.

He hung up the phone. At the same time, Sheng Qianyu looked on the side. She was very white. She used to have an oval face, but recently she has lost a lot of weight. It's a bit like a melon face. Her chin is sharp, and it's even more obvious that one third of her face is full of eyes.

She did not make up, eyebrows are natural color, some light, but better in their own temperament is cold, but also a different kind of beauty. Sheng Qianyu is not Song Xi's bright and moving type without makeup. If Song Xi's beauty is a dazzling red rose, which makes people feel that she is the definition of "beauty", then Sheng Qianyu's beauty is more like a cold white rose, which is still beautiful except for its gorgeous colors.

George Sheng walked out of the alley. After a dark period without street lights, Sheng Qianyu couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but he could see her. Her eyes were gradually red and moist, with many complicated emotions. She stood in the same place, waiting for him to pass.

Finally out of the alley, the light of the street lamp shines on George Sheng's face. He is still as strong as before. He is indifferent to his face whenever and wherever he is. The expression from the bottom of his eyes blurs his invincibility and indifference.

It's him. It's him.

Sheng Qianyu's eyes were covered with a layer of light. Looking up at him, he gradually raised his lips and said with a smile, "I'm back."

George Sheng stood two steps in front of her and said, "happy new year."

Sheng Qianyu looked at him, more tears, smile, and repeated: "I'm back."

Georgeson understood what she meant, but it was too late.

The thin lip opened and he said in a voice, "how long have you been here? I'll take you back. "

Sheng Qianyu looked at him without blinking, but her eyes were blurred by tears. She spoke again, but her voice was choked: "I'm back, Georges Sheng, I'm back..."

Without saying a word, Georges Sheng watched the tears in Sheng Qianyu's eyes fall down on the fox coat on her chest and disappear.

Somehow, he suddenly remembered Song Xi's snowman in Cuicheng mountain. Two balls piled together is the snowman, her simple thinking is like a child under five years old.

George Sheng was a little distracted. Sheng Qianyu felt a sudden pain in her heart through her blurred vision. She raised her hand to wipe away her tears. She took the initiative to step forward, raised her arms and said, "I miss you so much."

She wanted to hug him, but Georgeson raised his hand and gently grasped her arm.

Without waiting for him to open his mouth, Sheng Qianyu pushed forward stubbornly. At the same time, he said, "I know you're angry with me. Can't I tell you I'm sorry?"

Tears fell in an instant, but Georges Sheng stubbornly stopped her. They were only one step away, but they couldn't hold this hug.