Chapter 28

"Hiss..."

The oil splashed on the back of Song Xi's hand. She took a cold breath in pain and carried the spatula back more than three meters.

At such a distance, the ribs in the pot were sizzling. She held the lid of the pot in her left hand to block her face, and the shovel in her right hand. She moved forward like a minesweeper. She pulled the shovel in the pot and immediately stepped back two steps.

What I know is cooking, what I don't know is that the national synchronized fencing team is playing.

The smoking machine in the kitchen is silent. How much noise can stir fry? But Song Xi himself was absorbed, so he didn't find that there was a person standing at the kitchen door.

George Sheng is black and looks more and more like Satan against his face. He has been standing here for a while. Of course, she has a good view of Song Xi's foreign looks.

Before Song Yuanqing came to visit him, he also heard that song Yuanqing had a favorite apple in his hand, who worked as a doctor in the largest public hospital in the night city.

He took it for granted that Song Xi could get into the best hospital only because of the relationship between Song Yuanqing and Song Xi. Until that day, Song Xi inadvertently said that she was about to graduate from University at the age of 18.

He admitted that he was a little surprised. He thought that she was not an embroidered pillow, but now I see... Hum, I have never seen a woman like her.

Turning to leave, Georges Sheng was afraid that the more he looked, the more disgusted he was, and went upstairs.

Song Xi stayed alone in the kitchen for two hours. In such a big place, cups and plates were in a mess. She was full of "wounds". She looked down at the dark sweet and sour ribs and the over bright red pineapple meat on the plate. She had never eaten pork and had seen pigs run. Song Xi knew that these were two unusual dishes.

Pick up the chopsticks, Song Xi dipped in some sweet and sour ribs juice, put it on his tongue and licked it. His facial features wrinkled rapidly. My God, how can sweet and sour ribs be bitter?

Song Xi's taste buds were strongly impacted. He looked around and saw the refrigerator and ran to it.

The door of the refrigerator was opened, and there were rows of Evian mineral water in the side door. Song Xi fished a bottle and drank several mouthfuls of it, which diluted the bitter taste.

Walking back to the table, Song Xi looked down at the old pineapple meat. He didn't dare to do it himself. What's the secret? Or wait for Georgeson to come back and give it to him?

The latter just thought about it a little and did it. In case Georges Sheng loses his temper after eating, it's estimated that her affairs will turn yellow if she doesn't say anything.

When he picked up the plate, song Xizheng turned around and planned to dump it. Suddenly, a sentence came from the door, "don't you plan to come out of it today?"

Song Xi was not poisoned by the sweet and sour ribs she made. Instead, she was almost scared to death by the sudden voice. She shivered and nearly lost her plate. She looked at the source of the voice in horror. When she saw George Sheng in a black silk Pajama, she was in a state of shock for three or five seconds.

Two people four eyes are opposite, George Sheng is indifference revealed impatient, he went upstairs to take a bath, waiting for her for an hour, she has not come out of the kitchen.

Song Xi knew later and said slowly: "are you back?"

"George Sheng endure displeasure, tone is cold," come out

Song Xi is still holding a dark dish in his hand, embarrassed and hesitant, "I haven't finished it yet."

"The dog can't eat anything you make," Georgeson said

He is not particularly sarcastic, but calmly narrates a fact, but it is this kind of tone, which is almost indifferent, that really impresses people.

Song Xineng felt his head was swollen, and his blood must have rushed to the top of his head.

Before she could answer, Georgeson had already said to himself, "I'll wait for you in the living room."

With that, he turned and left, leaving Song Xi in the kitchen. She was alone, and tears rushed to her eyes. But she immediately took a deep breath and tried to suppress the feeling of crying.

She told herself, don't cry, there is nothing to cry, what is this grievance? You know, it's normal to be under the eaves.

Putting down the plate, she took off her apron and quickly washed her hands to make sure she was in a stable mood. Then she walked towards the living room.

In the sofa of the living room, George Sheng was smoking. When Song Xi passed by, he brought him a bottle of water and said, "I started to learn how to cook today. I'm not good at it. I won't give it to you. You have something to go tomorrow. I don't know when you will be free next time, but I really want to ask you a favor."

George Sheng didn't speak, but he didn't interrupt. Song Xi waited for him for a few seconds. Seeing that he didn't respond, she had to go on, "our hospital has successfully saved a poor child with congenital heart disease with the money you donated last time. The operation is very successful, and his recovery is good. We hope that if you have time, you will, Can you go to the hospital and visit this patient? "

Song Xi looks at the expression on George Sheng's face, but his face is blurred in the white of cigarettes. She can't guess what he thinks in his heart. She simply tells the truth: "our president wants to let people know that Haiwei has funded the hospital. If it's convenient for you to help, he will allocate an extra million to help more poor children with heart disease."

There are too many soft words that Song Xi can't say. For one thing, she has everything from childhood to adulthood, and there are only a few people and things she needs to ask for. Moreover, she doesn't know what Georges Sheng thinks. It's very likely that she will grovel, and in the end, he will just be dismissed if he doesn't go.

The relationship between her and him has never been one of seeking.

Song Xi tells the story, and the rest depends on what George Sheng means. In the process of waiting, song xijue's oil splashes on her skin seem to have splashed on her heart, which makes her feel more distressed. Because of this sentence, he spent several days with her.

"I just want to make a connection with Haiwei. I'll help you."

On the first floor of the brightly lit villa, George Sheng opened his golden mouth. Song Xi didn't dare to look him in the eye before. Now he said something. She looked up at him and said, "really?"

George Sheng proved by his actions that he did what he said.

He picked up his mobile phone and made a phone call. Song Xi guessed that the other party must be from Haiwei, because Georges Sheng ordered, "go to Xiehe heart early tomorrow morning to visit the first patient who completed the operation due to charitable donation on behalf of the company."

After a brief speech, the phone hangs up and Georgeson takes his last puff and presses the end of the cigarette into the ashtray on the table.

Song xijue's surprise came so quickly that it was unexpected. She really lifted her lips, nodded to Georges Sheng and said, "thank you, and thank you for those patients and their families."

Georges Sheng is very calm said: "give people roses, hands have fragrance, charity is not only you with a scalpel will do."

Song Xi is not sure whether his words are modest or stingy. He can only smile three times.

He thought that the task was finished and the work was finished. Song Xizheng was going to find a way out, but Georges Sheng suddenly looked at her and asked, "did you mean what you said last time or were you kidding?"