Life With You

The driver had already started the car, George Sheng pulled Song Xi to his side, let her pillow her, Song Xi closed her eyes, grabbed his sleeve, and frowned: "Don't touch me..." She was dizzy.

George Sheng whispered: "If you can't drink, you can still do it."

Song Xi's heartbeat was very fast, especially the sound of the heartbeat, as if it was in her ears, it was infinitely amplified, and she felt uncomfortable no matter how she was sitting. She still wanted to fall down, almost shamelessly saying: "If you lose, you know. I do not know?"

George Sheng said, "Sit down."

He was afraid that she would feel like nausea, but Song Xi had to lie on one side. George Sheng had no choice but to lean against the car door by himself, leaving as much space as possible, and pressing Song Xi's head on his lap, "Lying like this Are you comfortable?"

Song Xi was lying in the back seat with her legs curled up, long enough, even though she was wrapped in her coat, she felt breathless. With her eyes closed, she reached out to take off her clothes, and George Sheng grabbed her by the front and whispered, "Wearing, don't catch a cold."

Song Xi frowned and said irritably, "I feel uncomfortable and can't breathe."

As she spoke, she held George Sheng's hand and turned over and over again and had to take off her coat.

George Sheng used to her, raised his head and said to the driver: "Turn on the air conditioner."

The driver did so, and he helped her take off the coat behind him, and in turn covered her.

Wearing a thin cashmere sweater in Song Xi, she finally rolled freely, not so dry. At first, she lay flat, and then she felt uncomfortable in her stomach. She twisted her body and faced George Sheng.

George Sheng kept putting his hand on her waist, fearing that she would roll down. Song Xi put his hand under the coat and slowly reached out. First he touched George Sheng's coat, and then moved in along the front of the coat, holding the one on his chest. The sweater, eyes closed, hummed softly: "Xiao Sheng...Xiao Sheng..."

He didn't agree, she kept screaming so softly. George Sheng was not afraid, but he hated that there was a stranger in the car. He didn't want other men to take advantage of her, even just listening to her voice would not work.

With his thumb stroked Song Xi's smooth and delicate cheeks, George Sheng whispered, "What's wrong?"

Song Xi still kept talking: "Xiao Sheng...Xiao Sheng..."

George Sheng was so angry and funny, he almost squeezed her mouth and told her, "Close your eyes and go to sleep."

Song Xi pouted, seemingly irritable and acting like a baby, and said with a strong nasal voice: "You said you should sing for me, you sing for me."

George Sheng quickly glanced at the strange man in the driver's seat in front of him, and then replied, "Waiting for home."

Song Xi refused to give up and said, "I have gone home! You are a lie...Do you not like me anymore, huh?"

Song Xi firmly grasped the sweater on his chest, and couldn't help but hammer it a few times when he was in a hurry. It didn't hurt, but George Sheng felt that she was so cute when she was drinking too much.

But this cuteness, he didn't want others to discover.

In the bottom of his heart, George Sheng was enjoying himself and felt angry. He felt that the driver was an eyesore. He didn't know that the driver wanted to abandon the car and escape. The drivers in the Forbidden City all know George Sheng, so they don’t like to listen to the boss’s corner, let alone what kind of corner is this? He didn't even see Song Xi's face clearly, he only heard the noise that made people unable to concentrate on driving.

At this moment, George Sheng was in a tacit understanding with the driving fans, wondering why this car does not have sound insulation panels? One didn't want to ask outsiders to listen, the other really didn't want to listen.

Only Song Xi, she deeply believes that she is at home at this moment, only she and George Sheng are the only two, and she wants to grind him.

George Sheng tried to make her quieter by ignoring her. Unexpectedly, after drinking too much, Song Xi was a particularly difficult host. Before his response, she hit his leg with her head, lifted it up and then fell. Lift up and then fall, venting his anger while taking revenge.

Where can it hurt when meat touches meat? George Sheng was distressed that her hair was messed up, and she was still trying to retaliate against him, a smile appeared in his eyes, he raised his hand to hold her down, and whispered: "I don't hurt, don't do it."

Song Xi wanted to look up. George Sheng pressed her head. She didn't move for a few times. This really annoyed her. Her brows were frowned. She pushed his chest hard while her feet Also kicking the back seat, the whole person leaned back, how could George Sheng let her fall, and immediately took her by the waist and led her inside.

The two of them twisted in the back, the faint noise and the gasping overflowing from Song Xi's nose made the front seat miserable. Everyone has curiosity, and the rearview mirror is close in front of them, but no one dares to look at George Sheng. With the excitement, the on-demand driver did not squint, stepped on the accelerator silently, wishing to get there in the next second.

Song Xi looked like a stubborn donkey. George Sheng hugged her and lowered his voice to scare people: "I'll beat you again?"

Song Xi touched his chest with one hand, and stretched out the other, and squeezed indiscriminately, "Dare you!"

George Sheng shook his whole body, and almost let go of Song Xi's strength, because Song Xi just pinched the root of his thigh. Naturally, there was pain, but more...the trembling of being hit in the restricted area.

Song Xi's body was visibly swayed, and she felt the fear of weightlessness. When George Sheng was pulled back, her whole body was obedient, her hands and feet no longer resisted.

The two did not speak for a long while, and George Sheng was washed away by the strange sensation of his legs and all over his body. The painful but non-painful touch was like an urge in my heart to desire and restrain.

Just when he thought that Song Xi would be more honest after this, the people on her lap began to move around again. She didn't say a word, just touched her hand on his chest intentionally or unintentionally, as if she was looking for something. In the end, she was slow. Slowly down, find the hem of the sweater, and then dive in flexibly, with his entire arm climbing his chest.

There was a shirt under George Sheng's sweater. Song Xi didn't touch his flesh, but he was one floor closer after all. George Sheng's eyes darkened and he said nothing.

He didn't say it, it didn't mean Song Xi didn't say it. Song Xi had just frozen her arm, and it was warm now. She closed her eyes and called out, "Xiao Sheng..."

"Ok?"

"Xiao Sheng..." Her voice became louder again.

George Sheng had to say: "I am here."

"You sing to me."

"Waiting to go home."

Song Xi frowned: "This is home!"

George Sheng said: "This is the car, there are other people, are you afraid of being ashamed?"

He tried to reason with her, and Song Xi really wanted to face her face. She was so drunk that she wanted to turn over and take a look.

Seeing her clumsy movements, George Sheng had to press her down again and murmured: "Be good, you will be home soon."

Song Xi's mind was heavy and blank. After she fell, she leaned in unconsciously, trying to find the most comfortable position. However, when she was five centimeters ahead, her face was about to hit his trousers chain, and George Sheng instinctively reached out and helped. , Put his jacket in front of her.

Although there was no danger in the end, George Sheng's heart was messed up, his heartbeat was fast, and there was a trend of getting faster and faster. He said he would not take advantage of it, but if she keeps pushing like this, he will not I can guarantee that I can sit back and relax.