Chapter 296 (1/2)

Song Xi pushed the door and entered, holding a glass of milk in his hand. He went to the bedside and put it on his right hand. ”You'll be thirsty for a while and drink it as water.”

George Sheng is always ”arrogant”. What should he do? Song Xi glanced at the book in his hand. The white cover should have taken down the outermost package. She couldn't see what it was. She asked, ”what book are you reading recently?”

Georges Sheng did not raise his eyes, light back: ”free choice.”

Song Xi said: ”books are good books, but they are not suitable for reading before going to bed. I'll bring you some back tomorrow. You can try to read some relaxing books before going to bed, or see some things that will make people feel happy.”

George Sheng said, ”do you want to change the color of the furniture and the pattern of the house?”

He said this with a sense of provocation and ridicule, but Song Xi did not answer the rhetorical question: ”can I change it? I've thought about it. I'm afraid you don't like it. ”

George Sheng choked for a while, lifted his eyelids, looked at her and said, ”are you a doctor or an interior decorator?”

Not angry, Song Xi replied with a smile: ”psychology is also a kind of medicine. Now practice has shown that people's mood is inseparable from what they see, and psychological reactions are often implemented in action.”

She said, looking at the pure black curtain on the right, ”for people who don't sleep well, they really need a low light and quiet environment, but low light doesn't mean that it's dark. Black can make people feel down to a certain extent, which is not suitable for large area use in your room.”

George Sheng didn't argue with her. After all, it was her strength. He just asked, ”what do you use without black? Is it pink? ”

Song Ximei's eyes were slightly staring, and she couldn't wait to reply: ”you really guessed right. Pink can reduce the secretion of adrenal gland color. Irritable people should see more pink, which is more effective in suppressing emotions.”

George Sheng or that pair of unsmiling face, blinking at Song Xi, eyes with a threat to ask: ”I am very irritable?”

Song Xi couldn't smile at his eyes. She had an idea: ”you look good in black, but no one else can see you in the room. You should choose the color to make yourself comfortable, don't you think?”

Strictly speaking, Song Xi didn't answer the question, but she was just witty, so she openly praised George Sheng.

Who is Georgeson? In his eyes, her little tricks were Sima Zhao's way of thinking. When he glanced at her, he was cold. Nonsense. What did he wear to look good or not?

Song Xi sees that he doesn't intend to pursue the case. He laments that he has escaped by a narrow escape. It seems that flattery really works for him. No wonder he says that others just follow suit.

With a smile on his face, Song Xi said, ”you can go to bed earlier after reading. I'm gone. Good night.”

George Sheng suddenly said, ”I have something to do tomorrow night. Maybe I won't come back.”

Song Xi looked at him, ”Oh.”

Seeing that she didn't follow up, George Sheng said, ”tomorrow or before 7:30, I'll be in the company.”

Song Xipin for a few seconds, tentatively asked: ”or send things to your company?”

”Well.”

Song Xi said, ”I'm going to leave work at six o'clock, and I can't make it back and forth.”

George Sheng said, ”it's your business. Make it your own.”

Song Xi over the brain, it seems that she can only take to the hospital, and then off work to send him there.

”Good.” She answered.