Chapter 604 (1/2)

Song Xi didn't fall asleep for a long time at night. The next day was Sunday. She didn't have an alarm clock on her mobile phone. When she woke up naturally, her eyelids were a little tight. It took a few seconds for her to wake up. Oh, she was angry with George Sheng yesterday and cried.

George Sheng

Song Xi side head a look, the position of the side is empty, so big bed only her own, heart suddenly sink, others?

I thought I could see him by my side when I opened my eyes. Now he has no figure, which makes her heart empty.

Just thinking about it, there was a slight noise coming from the door. Song Xi raised his eyes and saw that George Sheng, who was dressed in simple household clothes, walked in with long legs. Their eyes were opposite. His face was as usual, and his thin lips opened: ”wake up? Get up and clean up. I'll cook. ”

He went to the bed, knelt on one knee, put his arms on her sides, and bowed his head to kiss her.

Song Xi subconsciously don't open, the bottom of my heart is not wash your face and brush your teeth.

George Sheng's handsome face is less than 10 cm away from her. He stares at her eyebrows and whispers: ”husband and wife are not angry overnight. They've been all night. Haven't they been angry enough?”

Although Song Xi didn't speak, his expression had obviously eased a lot, especially his eyes, which seemed to be responding: is there enough gas in your heart?

Georges soon leaned over, gave her a kiss on the forehead, then straightened up and said, ”I'll wait for you downstairs.”

He turned to leave, Song Xi lying in bed, his mind is what he said yesterday, who moved my wife, first to ask me whether I agree or not.

He said all the beautiful things. I've known him for so long, and I've never heard him talk so much at one time. Did he talk so much with Sheng Qianyu? Did he coax Sheng Qianyu?

Just a little thought, Song Xi immediately stop, this thing can't ponder, she also once said frankly, past things don't care, can't hit his own face.

Song Xi goes downstairs after cleaning up. In the living room, he sees Facai and Qixi, who have lunch side by side, one dog and one cat, one big and one small. The picture is funny but inexplicably harmonious. Especially when the sun shines through the French windows, the floor is full of soft light, which makes people warm.

No wonder I can't see Qixi upstairs just now. It won't run downstairs by itself. It must be Georges Sheng who took it down.

Walking to the kitchen, Song Xi's step is very light, but as soon as he gets to the door, Georges Sheng turns his head and says, ”finished

Song Xi suddenly flashed a picture in his mind. Once upon a time, he forced her to cook in the kitchen all day. Once, she cut her hand, like Cinderella. Now, George Sheng stands there cooking, standing tall and graceful, without her fuss and mess. The most exasperating thing is that it smells good.

George Sheng made fried noodles with shrimps and seafood soup. In the dish he gave Song Xi, there were more shrimps than noodles. It was full of a layer, and the seafood soup was almost milky white, which made people salivate.

Song Xi is the one who doesn't carry hunger. He was full of gas last night. Where did he eat? Until now, his stomach is hungry.

She sat down, and Georges Sheng served her a big bowl of seafood soup. It was really a big bowl, which used to make her vomit.

Song Xi murmured in his heart, give her so much, when she is a pig?

George Sheng carefully even spoon and fork are ready, pull a chair, he sat down and lit a cigarette, said: ”taste good or not.”

Song Xi found that he did not give himself Sheng, and wanted to ask him if he had eaten, but because of his face, it was hard to open his mouth, so he simply bowed his head to eat.

It's delicious. It's so delicious that I want to forgive him.

Georges Sheng doesn't have a quarrel with Song Xi either. She's eating. He just sits beside her and looks at her while smoking. After five minutes, Song Xi can't bear to eat. He opens his mouth and keeps his voice in a faint level: ”have you eaten?”

George Sheng said, ”no food.”

Finish saying, pause a few seconds, added: ”do wrong person who have qualification to eat.”

Song Xi has a mouthful of seafood noodles in his mouth. He doesn't know what to swallow. For two seconds, he doesn't move. Song Xi only looks up at George Sheng, but he looks calm on his cool face, as if the words just didn't come out of his mouth.