Chapter 552

Song Xi almost didn't faint in the middle of the movie. Fortunately, she's not the only woman in the hall. The other people's voices are louder than her. Laughter is contagious. George Sheng holds Song Xi's hand, and the coldness of his eyes turns into tenderness. Occasionally, he can't help kissing her. Song Xisheng is afraid of being seen, Fortunately, they are the last row.

After that, the people in the front row go to have a snack. Han Chunmeng turns to Song Xi and says, "Xiao Xi, I won't go. I'll go back to the hospital to see Dong Xu."

Diana said, "I'm not going either. I'll go with Daming."

Before Song Xi could say anything, Chang jingle in the front row stepped up on his long legs and said, "I'll send them off."

Song Xi gives Chang jingle a hint without any trace in his eyes. Chang jingle doesn't say a word with a smile. There are two of them. I'm alone. What kind of posture can I have.

George Sheng said to Yuanbao, "you can take Xiaowen home after dinner."

Qiao AI Wen looked over: "don't you go home?"

George Sheng took Song Xi's hand and said, "we still have something to do."

Song Xi doesn't know what's wrong with Georges Sheng, but others are all ambiguous, which makes Song Xi's face red with heart.

When there were only two people left, Song Xi asked, "what are you doing now?"

George Sheng did not answer the rhetorical question: "hungry?"

Song Xi said, "it's OK. I eat late at night."

George Sheng didn't say anything. He drove her to Haiwei hotel. When he saw the hotel, Song Xi immediately noticed something unusual. His heart fluctuated and asked calmly: "what are you doing here?"

George Sheng said, "live."

Song Xi said, "don't we go home tonight?"

"It depends," Georgeson said in a rather meaningful reply

Song Xi pretended not to understand and asked himself, "if we don't go back, will your mother be upset?"

George Sheng's handsome face is calm, thin lips open, light way: "my mother just want to make me happy."

This sentence is very obvious. If Song Xi doesn't know what he wants to do, she is a fool.

When they came to the top floor of the hotel, the door opened and she took the lead in walking. When she heard that the door behind her was closed, her wrist was also held.

I don't know how many women fantasize about a scene in which the loved man stands against the wall and says nothing, only the most primitive instinctive impulse on the body.

Now Song Xi is pressed on the wall by George Sheng. The room is dark without the light on. Darkness makes people bold, and it makes people unload all the disguises and burdens in the daytime, and replace them with the wild and longing in the heart.

George Sheng kisses Song Xi's lips accurately and forcefully, prying open her lips and teeth, demanding all her sweetness and softness. Song Xi is tense and tense for a moment, but he immediately indulges in his overbearing and burning.

After kissing in the corridor for more than ten seconds, Georges Sheng clasped her waist with both hands and lifted her up with a little force. Song Xi's legs were around his waist. It was the first time that he had done this kind of action, but the tacit understanding between them seemed to have been operated thousands of times.

He took her to the direction of the master bedroom, during which she wrapped around his neck, like a vine, the soul sucking essence of the vine, which fascinated George Sheng.

He pressed her on the bed. Song Xi touched a lot of soft foreign bodies. She was startled. Her lips left him and snorted.

George Sheng said in a low voice, "petals, I make people romantic. They don't look at me at all. They make a bed."

Song Xi said, "turn on the light and I'll see."

George Sheng took a bite on her lip. He knew that she was nailed on the plate, and the cooked duck couldn't fly away. So he got up and turned on the bedside lamp. The warm yellow light lit up the master bedroom. Song Xi was lying on the big bed covered with red rose petals. He sat up and looked at the floor. It turned out that the floor was covered with thick, velvety materials, The good-looking ones make people feel turbulent.

George Sheng took off his coat and sweater, looked at Song Xi and asked, "have you seen enough?"

Sitting on the bed, Song Xi is really charming and charming. She gives George Sheng a wink intentionally or unintentionally. She whispers, "you go to take a bath first."

George Sheng leaned down, put his hands on Song Xi's side, very close to her, and asked in a low voice, "what about you?"

Song Xi said, "I'll take a bath, too."

George Sheng's black pupil suddenly sank: "together?"

Song Xi touched a shirt button under his Adam's apple and said, "I want to be beautiful."

George Sheng pressed down to kiss her, whispered in her ear: "wash together, I'll help you."

Song Xi's bones are soft, but she thinks that the days ahead are still long. She must hold back and give good things slowly. Only in this way can she have surprises every day.

When his desire is obvious, Song Xi pushes him away and asks him to take a bath. George Sheng doesn't know what song Xi is up to, but before he goes in, he takes out a silver aluminum foil bag from his trouser pocket. The meaning is obvious.

Song Xi looks at him and takes off his coat while laughing. Georges Sheng's black eyes curl up. Without saying anything, he turns and goes into the bathroom.

He took a bath very quickly and came out wearing a bathrobe after washing, but Song Xi was not in the master bedroom. He looked around and found that there was a sound of water in the bathroom of the guest bedroom.

Reach out and press the door handle, the door did not open, three seconds later, the sound of water stopped, inside came Song Xi's voice: "hooligan."

Georgeson was waiting for her at the door. As soon as she came out, he immediately picked her up and went to the master bedroom.

Song Xi rings his neck. When they fall on the bed, she quickly turns off the only bedside lamp. Then the room falls into darkness again. It's pure black after it's on.

There is still some halo in front of Song Xi's eyes, and she can't see anything. In the dark, only George Sheng in front of him can really touch him. She can feel his urgency, because the muscles in his arms are so tense that they are like stones that can't be broken. She thinks he will be very impatient, but he is willing to do it step by step with all his impulses.

Song Xi lost his mind several times when he was trying to please her. However, when he untied the belt of her waist bathrobe, Song Xi turned around, took him and rolled him under his body.

Small hand along his chest skirt drill in, touch his hot chest, and then inch by inch to the heart.

Drooping her head, her lips came to his ear, very low voice, with torn rational bewitching: "I'll wait on you tonight, OK?"

Georgeson's brain was buzzing, to his mother's reason and restraint. At this moment, the beast in his heart was roaring. He wanted to break out of the shackles and directly abuse.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he obviously made a swallowing movement. A few seconds later, he said in a deep voice, "OK."

Song Xi silently smiles, hands all the way down, pick up his bathrobe, press on the source of his near collapse.