Life With You

Back at Cuicheng Mountain, Song Xi went up to the third floor first. George Sheng told her to hug all the cats, cats and dogs, and circle her room every day, not afraid of depression.

Song Xi tied a bell to the little wolfdog’s neck and jingled it when she ran. She felt very cute, but George Sheng looked disgusted when she saw it. She said that she keeps a dog as a cat. The key is not to look at what kind of dog it is. A good wolf dog, she was raised by her motherly.

Song Xi said, "It was not my dog. When I return from Mincheng, I will take it back to find its owner."

Hearing this, George Sheng glanced at her, and Song Xiruchang said: "I wanted to say what I wanted to say in your office before, but I passed by. I'm going to Mincheng tomorrow. I'll be back the same day. Could you arrange someone to follow me? I."

Once something happened, Song Xi became more cautious. Firstly, it was of vital interest. Secondly, if she really encountered any trouble, George Sheng would take care of the aftermath, and it would be better to prepare.

She looked calm, and George Sheng asked casually: "You want to run to Mincheng every three to five. Who makes you worry about it in Mincheng?"

Song Xi replied: "A friend, who helped me before, I owe him a favor. He had a car accident in Mincheng, and I promised to see him."

George Sheng asked faintly: "Do you want to donate money?"

Song Xi looked at him, and after a short pause, he replied with a smile, "Who told you that they are short of money?"

George Sheng said: "Recently, we have done a lot of charity."

Song Xi smiled and said, "Is there no place to spend the money?"

George Sheng gave her a negative glance, and Song Xi hurriedly took it up when he saw it, and went to the kitchen to prepare to eat.

On the way to cooking, Song Xi answered the phone. It was from Qi Wei. The first sentence of his words was: "I saw the weather forecast for tomorrow. It is very good. You don't have to worry about seeing a typhoon again.

Song Xi's lips curled up and smiled and replied, "I also watched it. After eating, I will gain a sense of wisdom. I don't want the train to reverse the plane and the plane to reverse the car."

Qi Wei said, "You have caught up with the little dragon girl. Before you came, the wind in Mincheng was nice and sunny. Once you came, the typhoon took two or three days to leave."

Song Xi laughed and said, "I returned to Night City, and it was raining heavily in Night City. I knew I had the ability to call the wind and rain, so I should apply to be stationed in the desert area and contribute to the cause of drought."

The two were chatting. Song Xi turned her back to the door of the kitchen. She didn't see when George Sheng would come. He only heard his voice: "Where is the lychee?"

Song Xi turned her head to meet his gaze, and then said, "In the refrigerator."

Qi Wei heard the words and asked aloud: "Are you busy?"

Song Xi said, "Preparing dinner."

He chuckled and said, "So virtuous?"

Song Xi thought to herself, Qi Wei didn't see what she did, otherwise tears would flow down.

Qi Wei always winked, and without saying a word, he let her go and hung up the phone.

George Sheng opened the refrigerator to keep it fresh and took out a large crystal bowl from the inside. The bottom of the bowl was covered with ice and piled with fresh lychees.

Song Xi stirred the yam porridge in the pot and turned around and said: "Litchi is a bit cold, don't eat too much. Drink the porridge first."

George Sheng sat on a chair with a lychee in his slender fingers. The peeling action was so impressive. Without raising his eyes, he said to himself: "You go to Mincheng tomorrow and bring me some blessed oranges." "

Song Xi answered, "Okay."

George Sheng said: "I want to pick it now."

Song Xi asked, "Where can I buy fresh ones?"

George Sheng said, "Beifeng, where Fuju is exclusively produced there."

Song Xi asked, "I'm not familiar with Mincheng, is Beifeng far away from the city?"

George Sheng said: "It's not far, it's only three hours once and again, plus the time for picking oranges, four hours is enough, you can also enjoy the scenery of the North Peak by the way, not bad."

An embarrassment flashed through Song Xi's eyes, "I will arrive at Mincheng tomorrow at more than ten o'clock, and I will see my friends at the urban hospital at nearly twelve o'clock, and the plane will return at 7 o'clock in the evening. There are only five or six hours on the road. Is not enough."

George Sheng raised his eyelids, looked at her and said, "How long will it take you to see your friends? Isn't it enough for an hour or two?"

The question... Song Xi was speechless, making her seem to be picking oranges specially and stopping by to see friends.

She wanted to refute, but George Sheng looked like a surrender would prosper against me, and she did not dare to refuse easily.

When George Sheng saw this, he took the first sentence: "You can figure it out, take it when you have time, and don't take it when you have no time."

That's what I said, but the tone was the opposite. Song Xi had a kind of orange to return to her, and she felt that she would not return if the orange was not returned.

Countless times in my heart, people have to bow their heads under the eaves.

For dinner, Song Xi prepared yam porridge, fried ham and eggs, and wanted to focus on the eggs. Song Xi was afraid of the oil splashing, so the eggs went far away when they were fried. She was a chicken thief. When I put the paste side down, the upper layer still looks like a candy heart.

After George Sheng sat down, he saw a bowl of white porridge with some fried eggs and ham. For a moment, there was an urge to convert to my Buddha at any time.

Song Xi looked at his face secretly, and said before he got angry: "Eat lighter, better for sleep."

George Sheng pressed his beautiful lips and said nothing. Song Xi said: "Don't be angry. It is very important to guard against arrogance and rashness. If the mood fluctuates too much, you will not fall asleep at night."

She coaxed her with a good voice for a long time, and George Sheng finally reluctantly picked up the chopsticks. His first move was to pick up an omelet. Song Xi was guilty of heart and feared that the scorched side would be exposed, but he was in a fluke. .

But she had forgotten that George Sheng is a very vigilant person. There are always people who want to harm me, and they are talking about him.

Song Xi, a person who usually doesn't fry eggs easily, would bring an omelet someday. Could he not check it carefully? Sure enough, he turned the omelette over...

The air freezes.

The egg is divided into two sides, one is half-baked, and the other is deep and hot. George Sheng's face is the same as an egg, cloudy and sunny.

Song Xi is anxious to be wise, with an unexpected and serious expression: "Ah, why am I confused? I didn't even see it."

As she said, she passed her own bowl, "It's not good for your health if it's battered, don't eat it, I'll come."

George Sheng was really not polite, and directly let go of his chopsticks, and the egg fell into Song Xi's bowl.

Song Xi was also hard to swallow, but her words were like splashed water. Under George Sheng's high-pressure gaze, she picked up an egg and delivered it to her mouth.

"Okay, am I missing an egg? It's like I'm being mean to you every day."

George Sheng spoke suddenly, his tone was full of teasing and unkindness, but Song Xi was especially grateful that he suddenly grew heartened, moved by the show, she put down the fried eggs, looked at him and asked, "Do you have boiled eggs? I cooked them well. ."

George Sheng was out of interest, and said lightly: "Don't eat."

After all, he picked up the fried ham and took a careless bite. Before chewing, George Sheng took a paper towel and spit it out. Then he looked at Song Xi in anger and calmly said: "Come on, you taste taste."