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.

Song Xi swallow down, eyes with a look, said: "do not bo sympathy, I have no compassion."

She was just about to show a cruel and cruel man with her eyes.

George Sheng did not change his face, and he did not get down when he got better. Instead, he said solemnly, "eat it quickly. It's not delicious when it's cold. I'll prepare in advance what I want to eat in the evening."

Song Xi thought of many ways that Georges Sheng might coax her, but he didn't expect that... Ah, he took a pathetic route.

Maybe it's too surprised. In Song Xi's mind, Georges Sheng pretends to be nothing but pathetic. Now it seems that she thinks of him too simply. He can even do this kind of thing in order to make peace.

The more surprised he is, the more surprised he is. Song Xi looks at his affectation and wants to laugh.

In fact, however, she said, "if you don't eat, don't eat."

With that, he bowed his head and took a big mouthful of noodles and soup.

Seeing this, Georges Sheng raised a smile and touched her head: "it's all yours. No one can take it away."

Song Xi heard this sentence, throat suddenly slightly sour, eating action also stopped.

"Don't be afraid that I'll be robbed. I'm not going anywhere. I'm right next to you," said Georgeson

Song Xi put down his fork, raised his eyes and said, "who is afraid that you will be robbed?"

"I just don't like it. You bring me what you gave her."

George Sheng looked at Song Xi's wronged eyes and said, "I didn't carve her graduation work at that time."

At that time, Sheng Qianyu begged him to carve one for her, but he was too busy to carve one at that time, so he had to buy one for her. He told her the truth, but Sheng Qianyu said, it's OK to buy one, it's also your intention. You can send it to me when you have time.

Song was elated all night. Now he heard that he didn't carve it. He immediately said, "why didn't you tell me last night?"

George Sheng said, "I see you are angry. It's useless to say anything."

"How do you know it's useless if you don't say it? I've been angry for so long. "

"Don't you get angry now?" asked Georgeson

Song Xi lowered his head to eat noodles and said casually, "I'm not so angry. There's a little more."

"You have a ring, you have a marriage certificate, you have me," said Georgeson

She has a lot of things that Sheng Qianyu doesn't have.

Song Xi took a bite of noodles and said softly, "when I love someone in particular, I just hope that he is the best with me and the world loves me the most. I wish everything about him was mine and I was so selfish."

Georgeson said, "it's the same with each other."

Song Xi raised his eyelids: "have you ever cooked for others?"

George Sheng did not change his face, did not answer the rhetorical question: "forget Xiaowen saw me help you make dumplings, what did she say?"

Song Xi recalled, Qiao Aiwen said at that time: you are really good! My brother has never been in the kitchen in his life. It's an exception for you.

Thinking of this, Song Xi finally smiles at George Sheng.