Life With You

It was the first time Song Xi made dumplings with stuffing. He didn’t expect it to have a long face. One three fresh and one pork and shiitake mushrooms tasted good. She gave George Sheng a taste first. He said it was delicious, but she didn’t believe it and tried it herself. I couldn't help but let out a "tsk": "I didn't enter the food world, it was a big loss."

George Sheng said: "If there are too many skills, the medical profession still needs you."

Song Xi was happy. The two big plates of dumplings were sent to Moments. Diana was the first to see the reply: Yo, it's not like being out of the pot.

Song Xi said: Bring it over tomorrow to open your eyes, it's very delicious!

Han Chunmeng replied below: Have you cooked buns?

Ling Yue: You should concentrate on the operation...

Compared with the people on Song Xi's side who turned on the group mocking mode, the people on George Sheng's side all praised.

Ruan Boyan: Someone has a good taste.

Chang Jingle: Tsk tsk tsk, there are beautiful blessings and good tastes, the days of monks are gone forever~

Huo Jiamin: It ignited my appetite.

Yuan Bao: Special dumplings for special you.

Qiao Aiwen: The one upstairs who says he can only do surgery, how can I talk to my sister-in-law?

Tong Hao directly clicked like.

Song Xi replies as he eats and is about to be laughed to death by them. She makes dumplings to see how she feels at the time. At this moment, there is a round gulongdong dumpling in George Sheng's bowl, which is very similar to Xiaolongbao. He ate it in one bite and put it in again. One, this one is oval.

"Shall we go tomorrow?" George Sheng said suddenly.

Song Xi looked away from the phone and turned to look at him, "Where to go?"

George Sheng said: "Bali."

Song Ximei raised her eyes slightly, "Leave tomorrow?"

George Sheng did not answer and asked, "Are you still doing something?"

Song Xi blinked, "It's okay...I thought I had to prepare for a few days, and the clothes and things were not packed."

George Sheng said while holding the dumplings: "Tell them, go tomorrow."

Song Xi pulled a temporary discussion group, added everyone in, and issued a voice: "Urgent notice, Xiao Sheng told me to go to Bali tomorrow. Is everyone okay?"

Chang Jingle, Ruan Boyan and Yuan Bao lined up and all made an Ok gesture. Qiao Aiwen said, "I'm fine with Ling Ling."

Song Xi smiled and typed: Where are you two together?

Qiao Aiwen made a shy expression, without saying anything.

Then Diana and Han Chunmeng also sent OK, Song Xi said: "Damengmeng, can your Dongxu work?"

Han Chunmeng replied with typing: A man can't say no, it's no problem with me.

Chang Jingle said: You deserve to be a medical student, and everything can be cured.

Song Xi looked around, only Tong Hao did not say anything in the group. She turned her head and asked George Sheng, "Tong Hao is in Hong Kong? Then can he go together?"

George Sheng said: "Take the line that stops in Hong Kong tomorrow and ask him to come together."

Song Xi said: "If you leave tomorrow, you have to find someone to send Qixi and Fa Cai to foster care."

George Sheng said: "Take it, let's take our own plane."

Song Xi was a little surprised, "Do you have a private jet?"

"My dad's."

"There are so many of us, can we sit down?"

George Sheng was expressionless, and joked solemnly: "I can't sit down and let the subsequent taxi go."

Song Xi had a lively expression and teased: "Just a scornful slur."

Originally, George Sheng didn't think so much. When she said, he realized later that he couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at her, "Know a lot."

Song Xi said: "There is no way, knowledge is profound."

Later, everyone unified the time. At nine o'clock tomorrow morning, I will see you in the business jet building of the airport. Song Xi went up to pack up after dinner. As soon as George Sheng entered the bedroom, he saw her back to herself, picking up clothes, and her long hair casually wrapped in her mind. Later, wearing home clothes, hearing the sound of his coming in, he muttered: "The weather over there is hotter than the night city. I only bring summer clothes. I will bring you a few more light-colored ones to avoid the heat... "

George Sheng stood by and looked at her, his dark eyes were soaked with soft warmth. He liked to see her turning around at home, especially in the suitcase, half of her things and half of his.

Standing in front of the closet, Song Xi was raising her hand to take the clothes on the shelf. Suddenly an arm was wrapped around her waist. At the same time, a series of hot, lingering kisses fell on her neck.

She was afraid of itching and shrank her neck and said, "Wait a moment, I will take things in."

George Sheng didn't talk nonsense, he hugged her off the ground with one hand, crossed the knee with the other hand, and hugged her horizontally.

He didn't listen to what Song Xi said. He dragged her to the bed and squeezed her severely. After the shower, she was exhausted and blamed him angrily.

She was lying on the bed lazily, but George Sheng was like a goblin who inhaled the essence of essence, energetic, and walking to the closet with a cigarette in his mouth. She did not have as many choices as a woman, so he chose a few sets. The two men's clothes were put in the box.

Song Xi couldn't question George Sheng's choice. Firstly, they looked good in everything they wore. Secondly, she was choosing the clothes of the two of them recently. When questioning any one, they doubted their own taste.

The next morning everyone arrived as scheduled. When Song Xi saw the medium-to-large passenger plane in front of him, he began to doubt that he had little understanding of private jets. Is this a civilian airliner that can take hundreds of people?

George Sheng saw Song Xi's suspicious look and explained: "The Boeing 787 is modified. My dad doesn't like small things."

Song Xi secretly said that only Qiao Dingxiang could be so arrogant. In contrast, George Sheng was simply low-key.

The crew carried everyone’s luggage on the plane. Song Xi was also on a private jet for the first time. The interior of each private jet was different. Qiao Dingxiang insisted on his high-profile and unique style. The most luxurious outfit.

The space of more than 200 square meters includes a luxurious living room for 30 people to entertain at the same time, four bedrooms, kitchen, entertainment lounge, all exceeding the standard of a five-star hotel.

The service staff took replacement slippers for everyone. Chang Jingle sat on the sofa in the living room and joked: “Before it was revealed on the Internet that someone had spent 2.1 billion on a Boeing 787 to convert a private jet. I never knew who it was. It turned out that this person was on my nose. under."

Han Chunmeng sat opposite, heard the words, whispered in Diana's ear: "My god, it takes me hard to get 210,000, 2.1 billion..."

Diana curled her lips and said in a low voice, "Let Dongxu work hard, and Gan Minger will get one."

Han Chunmeng shook his head, "No, then he won't bankrupt his family? Although the environment is top-notch, I don't want to live in the plane all the time. It is too troublesome to invite friends to come home as a guest, and I have to report the license plate number in advance, otherwise I can't get in. "

It was Song Xi that Rao had seen the world, but was refreshed once in the definition of moat. Sitting next to George Sheng, she leaned close and said in a low voice: "Am I married to a rich family?"

George Sheng said: "If you only love money, I can make you happy every day."

Song Xi glanced at him with a smile, "You can also make me happy every day."

The two of them looked at each other, but they couldn't explain it. George Sheng suddenly had an urge to pull her directly into the bedroom. She was really skinny recently.