Song Xi pushed the door and walked in, holding a glass of milk in her hand, walked to the bed and placed it on his right hand, "You will be thirsty for a while, drink it as water."

George Sheng is a habitual'nobody'. What should I do? Song Xi glanced at the book in his hand. The white cover should be the outermost package. She couldn't see what it was. She asked: "What book are you reading lately?"

George Sheng didn't raise his eyes, and faintly replied: ""Free Choice"."

Song Xi said: "Books are good books, but they are not suitable for bedtime reading. I will bring you a few books tomorrow. You can try to read some relaxing readings before going to bed, or watch something that makes people feel happy. "

George Sheng said: "Do you need to change the color of the furniture and the layout of the house?"

His words were a bit provocative and ridiculous, but Song Xi didn't expect to answer the question: "Can I change it? I have thought about it, I'm afraid you don't like it."

George Sheng was choked, his eyelids lifted, and he looked at her and said, "Are you a medical student or an interior decorator?"

Song Xi was not angry, smiling, and replied: "Psychology is also a kind of medicine. Practice has shown that people's mood is inseparable from the colors they see, and psychological reactions are often implemented in actions."

As she said, she looked at the pure black curtain on the right, "For people who sleep poorly, low light and quiet environment are really needed, but low light is not necessarily dark. Black can make people feel depressed to a certain extent. In fact, It’s not suitable for large areas in your room."

George Sheng didn't argue with her. After all, this is her strength. He just asked: "What is the use of black? Pink?"

Song Ximei's eyes stared slightly, and she couldn't wait to reply: "You really guessed it. Pink can reduce the secretion of adrenal glands. People who are irritable should look at pink more. It is more effective in suppressing emotions."

George Sheng still had that unsmiling face, staring at Song Xi unblinkingly, and asked threateningly, "Am I very irritable?"

Song Xi met his gaze and couldn't laugh hard. She sparkled and said, "You look good in black, but no one can see in the room except you. Choose the color to make yourself comfortable. Yes, don't you think?"

Strictly speaking, Song Xi's answer was not what she asked, but she was so witty that she brazenly praised George Sheng.

Who is George Sheng? Her little trick was in his eyes, and everyone knew Sima Zhao's heart. He glanced at her and hummed in his heart, nonsense, what does he wear to look good, use her to tell?

Seeing that he didn't intend to pursue it, Song Xi sighed that he had escaped from his mouth again. It seemed that slapping his beard and horses really worked for him, no wonder he said that others just follow it.

With an undiminished smile on his face, Song Xi said, "Then you can go to bed earlier after reading the book. I'm leaving, good night."

George Sheng said suddenly: "I have something to do tomorrow night, maybe I won't be back."

Song Xi glanced at him, "Oh."

Seeing that she had no follow-up, George Sheng couldn't help but say: "Tomorrow or before 7:30, I will be at the company."

After a few seconds, Song Xipin asked tentatively, "Or send things to your company?"

"Ok."

Song Xi said: "I will get off work at six o'clock, and I can't make it back and forth."

George Sheng said: "This is your business, arrange it yourself."

Song Xi had thought about it, and it seemed that she could only take it to the hospital, and then send it to him after get off work.

"Okay." She replied.

George Sheng didn't look up, and said lightly: "Go."

Song Xi thought he was going to tell her where, but after realizing it, he told her to go.

With a sneer, Song Xi suddenly leaned toward George Sheng, "Hey."

George Sheng couldn't help but glanced at her. Song Xi smiled like a flower and said to him, "It's okay to have some fun for myself, and sleep better at night."

After speaking, he turned away.

It wasn't until he heard the door close that George Sheng blinked his long eyelashes, thinking of her ‘chape’ in his mind.

The corners of his lips curled up, and on his handsome face like an iceberg, spring was finally frozen.

Song Xi went back to the room on the third floor. The bedside lamp was on. The whole room was warm yellow. In the cat litter by the wall, the little wolf dog was sleeping on it, and on the cat stand on the side, Coke and Qixi each lived together. , And all sleep soundly.

Unfolding the quilt and lying on the bed, Song Xi was already sleepy, but closed her eyes, her eyes were scarlet, as if she could smell irritating blood in her nose.

Frowning, she endured a long while, and finally opened her eyes. During this time, she had some difficulty sleeping, except for being extremely sleepy in George Sheng's room last night, which was not delayed for a second and passed out directly.

Now lying on the bed alone, she tried to keep herself from thinking about those horrible pictures, but there was no practical effect. Turning over, Song Xi closed her eyes and thought about George Sheng, thinking about him suddenly appearing in the pet shop, thinking about him. Holding the little wolfdog’s nose and paws, thinking about the moment he pulled her in the kitchen...

Using violence to control violence and evil to control evil is the most effective way for Song Xi. When she thought about George Sheng, all the monsters, ghosts, and snakes didn’t dare to come close. She didn’t know when she fell asleep. She opened her eyes again. It was the next morning.

Before leaving, she made George Sheng a cup of honey water and put it at the door of the room. She went to work during the day, but at three or four in the afternoon, Song Xi took out a bag of wheat, a bag of red dates, and a portion of licorice from the cabinet.

The pantry tools outside of my heart are all available. Song Xi carefully makes the soup. During the time, other doctors passed by and asked: "Doctor Song, what are you cooking?"

Song Xi replied calmly, "I have been sleeping a little bit recently. Director Qin prescribed a prescription, let me fix it."

No one doubted that he had him. Song Xi made two servings, drank one on the spot, and put the other into a thermos. When he got off work, he drove straight to Haiwei.

When I came to the front desk, the beauty was the same yesterday. When she saw Song Xi, the beauty took the initiative and said, "Isn't she going to deliver food to President Qiao? Go straight here."

Song Xi smiled and nodded, and walked to the elevator with a bag.

When I took the elevator to the top floor, no one was guarding the elevator entrance today. Song Xi walked in with a familiar road, and saw yesterday's familiar face on the road. The male assistant was also slightly taken aback when seeing her. "

Song Xi nodded awkwardly, and the assistant was very polite, and personally led her to the office door.

Song Xi thanked him. Someone turned to the inside line and told George Sheng that the delivery was coming, and George Sheng let her in.

Pushing the door and walking in, Song Xi heard a string of fluent English with a partial English pronunciation before anyone saw him. Turning the blind corner, she saw George Sheng talking on the phone.

There are carpets in the room, but Song Xi still walks cautiously, making no sound.

When she came to the coffee table, she opened the bag, took out the thermos cup and the lunch box, and wanted to come and walk low-key.

But after just two steps, I heard George Sheng say in Chinese: "You wait a while."

Song Xiwen fame, sitting on an office chair, blocking the microphone with one hand, looking at her.