Life With You

Song Xi met George Sheng's gaze, only briefly speechless, and immediately replied with a smile: "You don't need to pay, you just need to cooperate with the treatment."

George Sheng did not answer, and raised his hand to take the cigarette case on the table. Song Xi hurriedly said, "Can you not smoke?"

George Sheng looked up, and Song Xi said kindly: "Maybe you smoked this cigarette and the red date soup was drunk."

George Sheng slowly pulled his hand back, leaned against the back of the sofa, and said lazily, "Let's talk."

Song Xi asked: "What do you want to talk about?"

George Sheng's thin lips opened, neither cold nor hot, "I don't want to talk about anything."

He has always been like this, Song Xi can accept it, and replied without changing his face and heartbeat: "Then I ask, can you go back?"

George Sheng was noncommittal, Song Xi said to himself: "You wait a moment, I'll be back soon."

She hurriedly left his room, the expression on George Sheng's handsome face was unchanged, only the expression in his eyes was slightly different.

Song Xi came back soon, with a notebook and a pen in her hand. She squatted in front of the coffee table. She looked at George Sheng on the opposite sofa and asked: "Start with eating. I know you like sweet and sour food. Things, except for the dishes, such as other snacks or snacks, what do you like to eat?"

George Sheng's expression was light, and his tone was even lighter, "Don't eat."

Song Xi just took notes, heard the words, looked up and turned back: "I saw you eating double skin milk last time... You also ate the strawberries on it. Do you like strawberries?"

George Sheng looked at Song Xi's innocent and innocent eyes, and he felt ashamed of being provoked and exposed.

Before he lost his temper, Song Xi quickly added: "I want to enrich your diet recipes. For example, if you like strawberries, I can try to make some strawberry desserts for you. If you like other flavors, , I also have to prepare in advance, lest it doesn’t taste right to you and you don’t like it.”

George Sheng said, "You don't know how to cook home-cooked food, and you want to make dim sum?"

The tone was full of contempt.

Song Xi replied with a good temper: "You can learn, no one is born and knows everything."

George Sheng's heart beats a beat, and he realizes that he can't listen to Song Xi's little grievances and some weak words, which will make him feel soft, and he won't be able to talk about her.

After a few seconds of silence, George Sheng said: "Orange."

Song Xi immediately lowered her head and wrote on the notebook, without raising her head, she continued to ask, "Anything else?"

George Sheng glanced at the fruit plate, "I hate longan most."

Hearing this, Song Xi looked up and said, "This is longan."

George Sheng looked at her, "Is there a difference?"

Song Xi immediately explained to him the difference between longan and longan like an encyclopedia, and urged him not only to eat, but also to eat more, which is good for his sleep.

George Sheng was annoyed by her babbling, and frowned lightly and asked: "You ask me what I like, do you plan to avoid what I like and choose what I don't like?"

Song Xi's eyes opened slightly, and Mingzhe said: "Absolutely not." After that, she turned her head and pointed to the orange on the bedside table, "Look, I have prepared what you like."

George Sheng knew that she was hit by mistake, so he didn't give her a good face, and said, "Take it here."

Song Xi got up and walked to the bed, picked up the orange, peeled the skin in twos and threes, put the skin in place, and handed him the orange.

Squatting down again, her questionnaire will continue.

Ask: "What color do you like?"

Before George Sheng could answer, Song Xi added: "Except for black and white."

George Sheng said: "Except for what I like, of course I don't like it."

Song Xi raised her head, her encouraging eyes, and a flattering tone, "There are big guys in the scorpion, you try to choose a few."

George Sheng leaned on the sofa, completely in the posture of a young master, paused for a few seconds, and replied: "I don't like bright colors."

Song Xi lowered his head to take notes, and said, "If it looks red, you should look less."

George Sheng glanced at him, "Why?"

Song Xi said: "Red makes people excited. For example, irritable people will be more irritable when they see red."

George Sheng:

After Song Xi finished writing, he raised his head, "Oh, I didn't mean you."

George Sheng held back his temper, not reluctant to scold her, but didn't want to admit that he was irritable.

Q: "What about sports? In addition to boxing and fitness, such as running."

George Sheng replied: "I don't like running."

Song Xi asked: "Why?"

George Sheng said: "If you don't like it, you don't like it. There are so many reasons."

Song Xi whispered: "Let's chat."

George Sheng pressed his beautiful lips. God knows that no one is like Song Xi in his life. He is the subject of a live interview. He carefully explores all his preferences, as if to see through all of him. He hates the feeling of being seen through. But right now he is doing his own grave digging.

When Song Xi knew one of his likes and dislikes, George Sheng had the illusion that the protective film had faded.

"What kind of movies or TV series do you like to watch?"

George Sheng glanced at someone on the opposite side who was struggling with writing, with an imperceptible provocation in his eyes, his thin lips opened, and he replied: "Terror, horror, suspense."

Song Xi said: "You won't be able to watch these in the future, you have to watch something warm, sweet and romantic."

"Do you like stage plays or musicals?"

"I like to watch mimes."

Song Xiyi looked up, "Such high-end taste?"

George Sheng was expressionless, "I don't like listening to nonsense."

Song Xi thought of Han Chunmeng saying that her second uncle was not used to it at first, insisting on persistence.

Instead of anger, she smiled. She curled her eyes at George Sheng, curled her lips and said, "In fact, talking nonsense is also a kind of vent. You just talk too little and have too much energy. If you don’t believe you are like me, talk more. In other words, you will naturally feel sleepy when you are tired."

This is true. Song Xi didn't sleep almost all night last night. Until now, she has been holding her head with energy. She regretted not having a cup of coffee before coming down.

George Sheng saw that she was sleepy and yawned secretly several times.

After more than half an hour passed, Song Xi squatted until his legs were numb, and simply sat secretly on the stall, couldn't help eating the fruit in George Sheng's compote, and tried to keep his eyelids down.

Upon seeing this, George Sheng said in a ridiculous and mocking tone: "Did you come to me to cure your insomnia?"

Song Xi was so sleepy that he didn't even have the strength to make fun, raised her head in a daze, and replied weakly, "Are you not sleepy yet?"

When George Sheng heard this, a flash of light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he replied: "Not sleepy, continue talking."

Song Xi nodded, "Okay."

The words in the book were almost unrecognizable. Song Xi blinked hard to get herself up and asked aloud, "What kind of character do you like?"

George Sheng replied: "My kind."

Song Xi couldn't help it, and immediately laughed out loud.

George Sheng looked at her unblinkingly, the threat was obvious.

Song Xi was very sleepy, his muscles were not controlled by consciousness, so he could only smile and wave his hands, "Don't get me wrong, I have no other meaning."