Life With You

George Sheng was in Xiuliheshan, and saw that Song Xi's car was positioned on this street, just across the street. There were at least two groups of people following her. He was not so worried. Normally socializing, he just glanced at the phone occasionally and found that she was always in the same position.

It was almost eleven o'clock at night after the dinner, Yuan Bao was responsible for the follow-up arrangements, while George Sheng went straight to the opposite street and entered the cafe.

When he opened the door of the private room, he thought he would see Song Xi who was relaxing and entertaining. Unexpectedly, he saw Song Xi sitting at the table, flipping through a book with one hand and pulling his hair with the other.

Song Xi didn't expect anyone to come in uninvited. She turned her head and her eyes were defensive. When she saw the familiar face of George Sheng, she immediately changed her expression, took her fingers from her hair, and then stood up and said : "Are you finished?"

George Sheng walked to the table and looked at it. He didn't move much when he ate. The materials and books spread out on the table, handed a chair and sat down. He said with a faint expression, "What are you going to take?"

Song Xi also sat down, sighed lightly, and said, "I have to prepare for the title examination."

George Sheng asked casually: "Are you worried about exams too?"

Song Xi replied: "I am not afraid of exams. The key to writing papers is very troublesome. I can't write what I have done before. I must study new topics and new directions. I am usually in clinical practice, and I really can't do academic work."

George Sheng said, "Will you just write a new one?"

Song Xi was so worried by the thesis. Hearing his calm tone, he almost exploded the temple, but facing his cold ascetic face, her fire was still honestly held in her heart. But I still can’t help complaining: “How can there be so many new topics that are good for research? What's more, in our public hospitals, everything is “stability” as the top priority. Any new things will have to wait until other places begin to spread, we are sure to be foolproof before we start investing."

George Sheng didn't change his face, and said lightly, "What else is written?"

The implication is that the results are all set, so why bother with me?

Song Xi pressed her beautiful lips, took a deep breath, then smiled and replied: "I want to make a contribution to the history of human medicine."

Seeing her nonchalant smile, George Sheng glanced at her: "There is no one else here, and I won't convey it to your dean. There is no need for such hypocrisy."

The smile on Song Xi's face was still pretty, she didn't dare to be too ironic, but tentatively replied in a two-point provocative tone: "I want to be promoted, I want to get a raise."

George Sheng's eyes slipped unexpectedly, and then he said coldly and warmly: "They are all people who are smashing in the red dust. Don't pretend to be inhumane."

His words were a bit teasing, but Song Xi didn't tell him directly. Instead, he picked up a pen and wrote carefully on the notebook. George Sheng took a casual glance and found that she had written his words down.

With vigilance and defensiveness in his black pupils, George Sheng asked, "What?"

Song Xi bowed his head and wrote as he wrote back: "I'm going to show this to our dean. Maybe he is just like me, but suddenly he can't help but he can get me a promotion and a salary increase without me writing a thesis."

Hearing this, George Sheng couldn't tell whether he was angry or happy.

I don't know when she stopped head-to-head with him. He guessed the reason, but it worked strangely.

Song Xi took a sip of the drink and caught a glimpse of the orange cake on the plate. She raised her eyes to George Sheng and said, "This cake is delicious. It tastes orange. Do you want to eat it? I'll order another one for you."

Surprisingly, George Sheng did not say not to eat or instruct her to go out to take it. Instead, he raised his hand and took the new spoon next to it. He scooped a spoon on the cake she had never touched and put it in her mouth. in.

Upon seeing this, Song Xi moved inexplicably, feeling a little embarrassed. Even if the two of them eat the first and the other, not one spoon is used.

George Sheng took a bite, which should feel good, so he took the entire plate in front of him and started eating with his eyes down.

After he entered the door, he didn't say to leave, and Song Xi was embarrassed to stare at him to eat, so she had to keep her eyes away and pick up the book to continue reading.

Halfway through, the little wolfdog walked to George Sheng's feet, nosed close to his trousers, sniffed, then curled up on the spot, obviously a dog, but acting like a cat.

George Sheng picked up a strawberry casually and bent over to feed it. It smelled but didn't eat it. George Sheng put the strawberry back on the plate. After a while, he said in a very calm tone: "Don't pretend to be a fake. Good student, if you can't write it, you can't write it."

As he said, the fruit plate slid in front of her, "Eat it up, fill your mind."

Song Xi immediately looked up and said, "I saw you feeding the dog."

How bad is his heart when he turns around and pushes her to eat something that the dog doesn't eat?

Seeing the daring to speak in her eyes, George Sheng replied on the spot: "You also gave me the same food as the dog, what did I say?"

Thinking of the pimple soup last night, Song Xi was speechless for a while, and then said, "You are not a bowl."

George Sheng looked at her coldly, Song Xi looked away angrily, reached out and took a cherry to eat.

George Sheng said: "Eat strawberries."

Song Xi saw that there were two strawberries left, but she couldn't remember which one he had eaten for the dog, so she shook her head, "No, I can just eat something else."

George Sheng said: "You are welcome, I will pay the bill."

Song Xi still shook her head, "You are welcome, you eat and I pay the bill."

He threatened her again with his eyes, and Song Xi thought that he could not back down this time, otherwise he would dare to threaten her to eat dog food in the future.

Thinking, she suddenly raised her hand to pick up the two strawberries, poured her hands under the table a few times, and put both hands on the table, looking at him and saying, "You choose first."

George Sheng glanced at her two imaginary fists, without changing his face, and said lightly: "Right."

Hearing this, Song Xi couldn't stop the joy in his heart, and immediately opened his palm and handed him the strawberry.

George Sheng didn't answer, and quickly passed a narrow eye, his thin lips opened, and he said, "You eat."

Song Xi was anxious, "You chose it."

George Sheng said, "You didn't say who chooses which one to eat."

He just tested it casually. When he chose his right hand, Song Xi was obviously triumphant.

He choked for a while, Song Xi also blamed herself for not saying clearly, her eyes dropped slightly, she hesitated whether to eat or not.

George Sheng sat opposite, eating the cake slowly, without lifting his eyelids, and said: "Being a man, if you want to bet, you will lose."

Song Xi smiled, and his mother sold criticism. She didn't expect him to be so old and cunning, she thought he was in a rare good mood, willing to talk to her so much, feelings are all routines!

Eat as you eat, buy a lesson.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Song Xi putting strawberries into his mouth, and George Sheng finally showed a smile in his eyes.