Life With You

"hiss……"

The oily idea splashed on the back of Song Xi's hand, and she took a breath of pain and moved back more than three meters with the spatula.

The ribs in the pot creaked so far away. She held the lid in her left hand to cover her face, and the spatula in her right hand. She moved forward like minesweeper. The shovel pulled in the pot and immediately backed two steps.

Those who know are cooking, but those who don't know think that the national fencing team is playing.

The hood in the kitchen is silent, so how much movement can there be when cooking? It's just that Song Xi was fully engrossed, so she didn't notice someone standing at the kitchen door.

George Sheng was dressed in black, and his face became more and more beautiful as Satan. He has been standing here for a while, and of course Song Xi's various expressions have also been seen by her.

Before being approached by Song Yuanqing, he also heard that Song Yuanqing had a favorite pearl in his hand, working as a doctor in the largest public hospital in Night City.

He took it for granted that Song Xi relied on Song Yuanqing's relationship to enter the best hospital until Song Xi accidentally said that she was about to graduate from university at the age of 18.

He admitted that he was a little surprised, thinking she was not an embroidered pillow yet, but now I look at it again...huh, I haven't seen any woman like her.

Turning to leave, George Sheng was afraid of getting bored as he watched, and went upstairs.

Song Xi stayed in the kitchen alone for two hours. The big place was messy. She was covered with'trauma'. She looked down at the dark sweet and sour pork ribs and the excessively bright red pineapple ancient meat. She had never eaten pork. After seeing the pig running, Song Xi knew that these were two unusual dishes.

Picking up the chopsticks, Song Xi dipped some sweet and sour pork ribs in the juice and licked it on her tongue. His facial features wrinkled rapidly. Oh my god, how come the sweet and sour pork ribs are so bitter?

Song Xi's taste buds received a strong impact, looking around, seeing the refrigerator, hurried over.

The refrigerator door opened, and the side door was lined up with Evian mineral water. Song Xi took a bottle and took a few sips, which diminished the bitterness.

Walking back to the table again, Song Xi looked down at the plate of old pineapple meat. She really didn't dare to try it by herself. Is the secret way to do it again? Or bite the bullet and wait for George Sheng to come back and give him something to eat?

The latter did it after only a little thought. In case George Sheng loses his temper after eating, it is estimated that she will be offended if she doesn't say anything.

Picking up the plate, Song Xi was turning around and planning to dump the things. Suddenly a sentence came from the door, "Are you not going to come out of it today?"

Song Xi was not poisoned to death by the sweet and sour pork ribs she made, but was almost frightened to death by this sudden voice. She trembled all over, and the plate in her hand almost fell off. She looked at the source of the sound in horror. When she saw George Sheng in a black silk pajamas, the first three to five seconds were in a state of shock.

The two looked at each other, and George Sheng was indifferent, revealing his impatience. He went upstairs to take a shower and waited for her for an hour before she even came out of the kitchen.

After Song Xi realized, she said, "Are you back?"

George Sheng endured his upset, his tone was cold, "Come out."

Song Xi still had a dark dish in her hand, a little embarrassed and hesitant, "I haven't done it yet."

George Sheng said, "Dogs can't eat anything you make."

He was not particularly mocking, but calmly narrating a fact, but it was this kind of almost calm tone that really made people's hearts feel.

Song Xi could feel the swelling of his head, it must be blood rushing to the top of his head.

Before she could answer, George Sheng had already said, "I'm waiting for you in the living room."

After speaking, he turned around and left, leaving Song Xi in the kitchen. She was alone, tears quickly rushing to her eyes, but she immediately took a deep breath and tried to suppress this feeling of wanting to cry.

She told herself, don't cry, there is nothing to cry, what's wrong with this? You know, people are under the eaves, this is normal.

Putting down the plate, she took off her apron and quickly washed her hands to make sure that her emotions had stabilized, and then she moved towards the living room.

On the sofa in the living room, George Sheng was sitting there smoking a cigarette. When Song Xi passed by, he also took him a bottle of water and said, “I just started to learn how to cook today. I didn’t do well, so I won’t give it to you. You have something to leave tomorrow, and I don’t know when you will be free next time, but I really want to ask you for a favor."

George Sheng did not speak, but did not interrupt. Song Xi waited for him for a few seconds. Seeing that he did not respond, she had to continue, "Our hospital used the money you donated last time and has successfully rescued a congenital person. The poor child with a heart attack was successful in the operation, and he recovered well. Our hospital hopes that if you have time and are willing, can you visit this patient in the hospital."

Song Xi looked at the expression on George Sheng's face, but his face was blurred in the whiteness of cigarettes. She couldn't guess what he was thinking, so she told the truth: "Our dean wants people to know that Haiwei paid for it. He has subsidized the hospital. If you are convenient to help, he will allocate an extra one million to the heart, which can help more poor children with heart disease."

Song Xi couldn’t say too much soft words. For one thing, she has everything since she was a child, and there are only a handful of people and things that need to be asked, and she doesn’t know what George Sheng thinks, so she probably bowed down. , In the end, he just sent him away if he didn't go.

The relationship between her and him is never an all-you-can-see relationship.

Song Xi said the matter, and the rest depends on what George Sheng means. While waiting, Song Xijue’s previous oily ideas splashed on her skin seemed to splash on her heart. Feeling tormented, just because of this sentence, he spent several days in her life.

"I just want to set up a line with Haiwei, I'll do this for you."

On the first floor of the brightly lit villa, George Sheng opened Jinkou. Song Xi had not dared to look at him before. Now that he spoke, she looked up at him and said, "Really?"

George Sheng proved with practical actions that he did what he said.

He picked up his cell phone and made a call. Song Xi guessed that the other party must be from Haiwei, because George Sheng told him, “I will go to Xiehe’s heart tomorrow morning to visit the first patient who completed the operation due to charitable donations on behalf of the company.”

With concise words, the phone hung up, and George Sheng took one last puff and put the cigarette **** out in the ashtray on the table.

Song Xijue's surprise came too soon, it was unexpected. She raised her lips sincerely and nodded to George Sheng and said, "Thank you, and thank you for the patients and family members."

George Sheng said calmly: "Give someone a rose, you have a fragrance in your hand, and you are not the only ones with scalpels who can do good deeds."

Song Xi couldn't tell whether his words were humble or stinging, so he could only bite the bullet and squeeze out a three-pointed smile.

I thought that the task was over and you were done. Song Xi was about to find a way to retreat, but George Sheng suddenly looked at her and asked: "What you said last time, was it serious or a joke?"