Chapter 286

Song Xi to George Sheng's eyes, only a short pause, immediately smile back: "don't pay, you just cooperate with the treatment."

George Sheng did not answer, raised his hand to get the cigarette box on the table, Song Xi saw, busy way: "can not smoke?"

George Sheng looked up, Song Xi said: "maybe if you smoke this cigarette, you will drink the jujube Soup for nothing."

Georges Sheng slowly half clapped his hand back, leaned back on the back of the sofa and said lazily, "go ahead."

Song Xi asked, "what do you want to talk about?"

George Sheng thin lips open, neither hot nor cold, "I don't want to talk about anything."

He has always been so, Song Xi can accept, face unchanged, heart does not jump back: "then I ask, you can go back?"

George Sheng is noncommittal. Song Xi says to himself, "just a moment, I'll be right back."

She quickly left his room. On Georgeson's handsome face, her expression remained unchanged, but her eyes were slightly different.

Song Xi came back soon. She had a notebook and a pen in her hand and squatted in front of the tea table. She looked at George Sheng on the opposite sofa and asked, "start with what you eat. I know you like sweet and sour food. What kind of food do you like except the dishes, such as other snacks or snacks?"

George Sheng expression is very light, tone more light, "do not eat."

Song Xigang was about to take notes. Hearing the words, he looked up and said, "I saw you eat double skin milk last time... You also ate the strawberries on it. Do you like strawberries?"

Looking into Song Xi's innocent eyes, Georges Sheng felt embarrassed after being provoked and exposed.

Before he lost his temper, Song Xi quickly added: "I want to enrich your diet recipe. For example, if you like strawberries, I can try to make some strawberry desserts for you. If you like other flavors, I can prepare them in advance, so as not to be bad for your taste and you don't like them."

"You don't know how to make home-made dishes, and you want to make snacks?" said Georgeson

The tone is full of disdain.

Song Xi good temper back way: "can learn, who is not born on anything."

George Sheng's heart beat disorderly. He found that he couldn't hear song Xi's little grievances and weak words, which would make him soft hearted and unable to bite her.

After a few seconds of silence, Georgeson said, "oranges."

Song Xi immediately lowered his head to write on the book, did not look up, and continued to ask: "is there anything else?"

George Sheng glanced at the fruit plate. "I hate longan most."

Hearing this, Song Xi looked up and said, "this is longan."

Georgeson looked at her. "Is there a difference?"

Song Xi immediately explained to him the difference between Longan and longan like an encyclopedia, and encouraged him not only to eat, but also to eat more, which was good for his sleep.

George Sheng was annoyed by her. He frowned and asked, "what do you like? Are you going to avoid what I like and pick up what I don't like?"

Song Xi eyes slightly open, Mingzhe Baoshen way: "absolutely not." After that, she turned her head and pointed to the orange on the bedside table. "You see, I've prepared what you like."

Knowing that she had made a mistake, Georges Sheng didn't give her a good face. He said, "take it."

Song Xi got up and went to the bed, picked up the orange, peeled the skin three or two times, put the skin in the original place, and handed it to him.

Squatting down again, her questionnaire continues.

Ask: "what color do you like?"

Before George Sheng could answer, Song Xi added, "except for black and white."

"I don't like anything except what I like," Georgeson said

Song Xi raised his head, encouraged his eyes and flattered his voice, "you should try to choose a few of them."

George Sheng leaned on the sofa, completely in the posture of a young master, stopped for a few seconds, and said, "I don't like gorgeous colors."

Song Xi lowered his head to take notes and said, "if it's like red, you need to read less."

George Sheng glanced, "why?"

Song Xi said: "red can make people nervous, such as irritable people see red, will be more irritable."

George Sheng:

Song Xi finished and looked up, "Oh, I didn't mean you."

Georges Sheng endured his temper, not reluctant to scold her, but unwilling to admit that he was irritable.

"What about sports? In addition to boxing, such as running and so on

Georgeson replied, "I don't like running."

Song Xi asked, "why?"

"Don't like is don't like, there are not so many reasons," said George Sheng

Song Xi whispered: "chat."

George Sheng pursed his beautiful lips. God knows that no one in his life has ever interviewed him as a living person, and carefully explored all his preferences. He seems to want to see through all of him. He hates being seen through, but now he is digging his own grave.

Every time Song Xi knew one of his likes and dislikes, Georges Sheng had the illusion that the protective film had faded.

"What kind of movies or TV series do you like to watch?"

George Sheng glanced at someone who was writing hard. With an imperceptible provocation in his eyes, he opened his thin lips and said in a voice, "terror, horror, suspense."

Song Xi said: "you can't see these in the future, you need to see some warm, sweet, romantic."

"Do you like stage plays or musicals?"

"I like to watch mime."

Song Xiyi looked up, "taste so high-end?"

George Sheng has no expression. "He doesn't like to listen to nonsense."

Song Xi thought of Han Chunmeng saying that her second uncle was not used to it at first. Persistence is the most important thing.

Instead of anger, she smiles. She bends her eyes to Georges Sheng, raises her lips and says, "in fact, talking nonsense is also a way of venting. You just have too little words and too much energy. If you don't believe me, if you say more words, you will feel sleepy when you are tired."

This is true. Song Xi didn't sleep all night last night. Up to now, the whole person is holding her head with spirit. She regrets that she didn't have a cup of coffee to come down again.

Georgeson saw that she was sleepy and had been secretly yawning several times.

More than half an hour later, Song Xi squatted until his legs were numb, so he just sat on the stall secretly and couldn't help eating the fruit in Georges Sheng's fruit plate, holding on to his eyelids.

Seeing this, Georges Sheng said in a sarcastic tone, "are you here to treat your insomnia?"

Song Xi was so sleepy that he didn't even have the strength to tease. He raised his head in a trance and said, "aren't you sleepy yet?"

After hearing this, Georges Sheng suddenly flashed a light at the bottom of his eyes and said in his voice, "I'm not sleepy. Keep talking."

Song Xi nodded, "OK."

The words on the book are almost illegible. Song Xi blinked hard to make himself energetic and asked: "what kind of personality do you like?"

Georgeson replied, "I like this one."

Song Xi couldn't help laughing.

George Sheng looked at her without blinking, the threat was obvious.

Song Xi was very sleepy. His muscles were not controlled by his consciousness. He could only smile and wave his hand. "Don't get me wrong. I have no other meaning."