Chapter 569

Last time George Sheng went to Hong Kong, some details of the cooperation case were not discussed. He was in a bad mood, so he didn't go on to talk about it. This time, the other party went to the night in person. He was sincere. George Sheng accompanied Song Xi to have dinner. He called Song Xi in the middle of the meal, saying that she had sent the meal home and asked her to eat first instead of waiting for him.

Song Xi answer, across the phone, he vaguely feel that she is in a good mood, asked her what happy thing, Song Xi deliberately sold a pass, "wait for you to come back to tell you."

"I'll do it as soon as possible," Georgeson said

After dinner, Georges Sheng greets each other, saying that someone in his family has just been discharged from the hospital, and Yuanbao is responsible for the rest of the journey. He takes the bus home without delay, and on the way he buys her a Matcha cake, hoping to wish her a healthy discharge.

After the cake was bought and put in the car, George Sheng realized later when he became so greasy and crooked? It turns out that he never does this kind of thing, nor does he think about how to make people happy, but now he often can't help shaking God, sometimes he has meetings, and he also wants to give Song Xi some gifts.

Once upon a time, acquaintances around him laughed at him and said that his personality was destined not to please women. Even George Sheng himself once thought that it was a troublesome thing to trick people. But now, it seems that a group of people are worrying about things out of their wits. Like is instinct, and spoil is instinct. As long as they like and care enough, everything will come naturally.

Before getting home, George Sheng couldn't help calling song Xi and asking her what she was doing.

Song Xi's voice is gentle and coquettish: "I'm waiting for you to come back."

"It's almost there. It'll be there in ten minutes," Georgeson said

Song Xi immediately happy: "come back quickly."

Georgeson was very smart and keen. He asked, "is there anything ready?"

"Well, to be clear, it's not something."

George Sheng's voice was low. He said, "it's less than ten minutes."

Song Xi thief Xi Xi Xi smile: "I hang up first."

After that, without waiting for Georges Sheng to answer, she took the initiative to hang up.

The driver is a man of vision. Without waiting for George Sheng's order, he sped up and drove back to Cuicheng mountain in five or six minutes.

George Sheng got out of the car and carried the cake inside. It's strange that the lights on the first and second floors of the villa were not on, and Song Xi's room on the third floor was dark.

Open the door to go in, Georges Sheng casually pressed the corridor switch, no response?

As for George Sheng, it doesn't make much difference whether he can turn on the light or not. Putting down the cake box, he changed his shoes and went inside. The first thing he did was to check the internal switch. Sure enough, the switch was pulled down.

Song Xi is a little afraid of the dark. If the power failure is caused by the outside, she would have called him, and there are bodyguards nearby, and they will inform him if there is anything, so... She can only pull it by herself.

George Sheng walked upstairs in the dark, with a banter smile on his pretty face. Although he didn't know what she was going to do, he was happy to play with her.

Go straight to the third floor, George Sheng presses down the door handle, pushes the door and goes inside. In the dark room, he moves normally like day. On the bed, the quilt bulges. He goes to the bedside, lifts the quilt, and there are two black and white cats curling up together. Besides, where is the shadow of Song Xi?

As he walked downstairs, Georgeson reached for his shirt button and raised his voice a little bit: "hide it, don't let me find you."

He said ironic words with a strong sense of threat and danger, as if he had found them, and he would be punished.

When he came to the master bedroom on the second floor, George Sheng pushed the door and walked in. He had never lived on the second floor since he moved to the third floor. He walked through the corridor and turned the corner. At first glance, he saw the scene on the big bed - the black quilt, which was still flat on the top, but tied with red lace on the bottom. At first glance, it looked like a bunch of giant flowers.

At this time, inside the "package", there was a slender figure. With his eyes darkened, George Sheng went to the bedside and slowly lifted the corner of the quilt.

He had guessed that Song Xi was lying in it, but when he saw her face, his heart beat and counted the seconds. Time seemed to be still at the moment. Without blinking, he looked at the woman on the bed. She was wearing a black lace Nightgown, her skin loomed under the black veil, her hair spread freely, and her white face was lined with bright eyes and white teeth.

Song Xi opened her eyes when he opened the corner. She wanted to play with sleeping beauty, but she changed her mind temporarily. Suddenly, she didn't want to miss any subtle expression on his face.

Her eyes were used to the darkness, and George Sheng's three-dimensional and beautiful facial outline could be seen vaguely. He pursed his thin lip and stared at her without blinking.

Two people just like this, one is lying, the other is pressing on the bed with one knee, with the quilt angle in his hand, looking at each other for at least seven or eight seconds, and then for a moment

George Sheng and Song Xi almost move at the same time. He bends down, she raises her arms, she encircles his neck, and he pulls them out of the quilt. The two bodies hug each other tightly. He kisses her madly, and she kisses him back desperately, just like perchloric acid reaches 130 degrees, which explodes the silent and dark night.

Song Xi was picked up by him, his heart beating like a drum, with a similar look, staring at him lazily.

She did not ask him whether he liked it or not, because his suddenly tense body was the most honest answer.

George Sheng felt that he might be killed by Song Xi