George Sheng looked at Song Xi with a faint expression and a somewhat meaningful tone: "Otherwise? You think I hire prostitutes?"

George Sheng is undoubtedly a straight man, but what he said is too straightforward. Song Xi's face was flushed for a moment, as if he was frightened, and he took a clear breath, and only after half a beat, he said in a panic, "No... Just want to know it's next door."

Gudong swallowed his saliva, and Song Xi looked at a loss and looked dodging.

Upon seeing this, George Sheng flashed a provocation in his eyes: "Have you lived in the drunken spring breeze?"

Song Xi was confused, and instinctively replied: "I haven't lived."

George Sheng asked: "Then how do you know it's next door?"

Song Xi's chest was blocked, and this time he couldn't even make up the words to rush the scene.

It is not too late for George Sheng to take revenge for a gentleman for ten years, and deliberately wants to expose her to embarrassment.

Song Xi's face was red, and he was silent for a moment, and said, "You are not such a person."

This was indeed a hindrance, but at the moment George Sheng explained it, Song Xi already regretted suspecting him. Qiao Dingxiang had just passed away. Even if he had a big heart, he wouldn’t have fun here, let alone they knew each other for so long. , He is going to spend early, why wait until now?

Some misunderstandings are easy to blindfold, but after being clear, it makes people feel ridiculous. How bad is the sound insulation effect of Zuichunfeng? Song Xi sounded like he was beside George Sheng last night.

George Sheng originally wanted to continue teasing and asking her why she hung up the phone, but when she said, ‘you’re not this kind of person’, he was comforted in an instant, so he decided to let her go. The matter was over.

Neither of them answered the conversation right away. There was a gap of seven or eight seconds in the room. In the end, Song Xi asked, "Have you eaten?"

George Sheng said, "No."

Song Xi said, "Would you like pimple soup or spaghetti?"

George Sheng said: "I have known you for so long, and finally I have a choice."

Song Xi heard the ridicule in his words, cast his lips away, and replied aloud: "People will grow up, and there will be more choices in the future."

George Sheng said: "I'm already twenty-six, and there are only two noodles that I can take out. Your growth rate is really fast."

Song Xi frowned lightly, and said angrily: "Don't you know that the mouth is soft?"

George Sheng looked at her and said solemnly: "Don't you know that people are under the eaves and have to bow their heads?"

Song Xi almost wanted to say to George Sheng in an instant: You can do it.

In fact, she didn't speak, but her expression perfectly explained her mood. At this time, silence was better than sound. She turned around and walked upstairs. George Sheng looked at her back, a smile flashed under her eyes, and her thin lips opened: "Spaghetti" ."

Song Xi said without looking back, "Telling."

George Sheng thought she would say ‘huh’. It seemed that she really didn’t want to be a maid, and would rather be a guard.

Song Xi went upstairs to change clothes, fed the cat, and then led the little wolfdog downstairs. George Sheng sat on the sofa in the living room, heard the bell, turned his head and looked.

He has been very busy recently. Some days he hasn't seen the little wolfhound. It jumped very quickly and grew several times longer than before. The little wolfdog has a special vision, as if he knows who is in charge of this family. George Sheng hasn't called him yet. It ran to his lap and shook his head.

George Sheng fished its belly with one hand, lifted it to his leg, then untied the bell on its neck and put it aside.

"Did you name it?" he asked.

Song Xi said, "No, it's not my dog. I would like to send it back someday when I have time."

George Sheng asked, "I didn't cultivate feelings?"

Song Xi said, "I'm going to die of anger. I bite my three sets of sheets and two cushions, and the carpets have to be changed."

George Sheng said: "Whoever asks you to keep it as a cat, the dog will be thrown away."

As he said, he caught a glimpse of the bell collar on the side, and he added: "It's not bad if it doesn't blame you for the distinction between male and female."

Hearing this, Song Xi said casually: "You like you to raise, but I don't know how to raise a dog."

George Sheng covered the little wolfdog's head with his big hands, looked at its eyes and said, "It fits my eyes and stayed."

Song Ximei raised her eyes slightly: "Do you really want to raise?"

George Sheng did not answer and asked, "Can't raise it?"

Song Xi said, "Where is the dog who lost the dog?"

George Sheng said: "I'll send someone to ask around, and I will count it as I bought it."

Song Xi pursed her lips, secretly scolding him for being domineering.

"You guys have fun, I'll cook."

Song Xi turned and went into the kitchen. George Sheng was training a dog outside, teaching him how to sit, shake hands, and go up and down the steps. He was very familiar with these procedures. When he was a child, he was training the dogs at home.

Forty minutes later, Song Xi asked George Sheng to eat. She cooked spaghetti and potatoes, and fried eggs and ham. George Sheng looked at the side of the plate with the ham, and there were a few chopped raw tomatoes. , Because it was particularly abrupt, he asked aloud: "What kind of dish?"

Song Xi said, "Fried ham."

George Sheng said, "What does the persimmon do?"

Song Xi said, "The plate is beautifully presented."

George Sheng: "..."

Few people dared to anger him. Among those who dared to anger him, there was almost no one who could anger him to the point of speechlessness. Song Xi was one of the top leaders. At dinner, George Sheng tried his best not to talk to her, for fear of not eating. Full of gas.

Fortunately, Song Xi still feels that she is getting better and more creative, and she wants to call for herself.

The two sat facing each other at the dining table. He didn't move his chopsticks. Song Xi asked, "What's wrong?"

George Sheng said, "You eat first."

There was a flash of surprise in Song Xi's eyes, and then he realized that he was worried about her cooking, for fear that it would be terrible.

Forbearing not to go crazy, Song Xi took a big bite in front of him, accompanied by eggs and ham, which seemed like a little **** who tried poison.

Seeing her eating is okay, George Sheng slowly moved his chopsticks. Maybe he didn't have any expectations for her cooking, so he felt it was okay when he ate it.

The little wolf dog ran under the dining table, stepped on George Sheng’s slippers, and bit Song Xi’s trouser leg. Song Xi took a piece of ham, bent over and gave it to him.

When he looked up again, George Sheng on the opposite side said: "Get a name, you brought the dog back."

Song Xi picked up a chopstick spaghetti and replied: "Spaghetti."

George Sheng did not look up, and said in a mocking voice: "Why not call it potato stew?"

Song Xi was caught off guard, and chuckled out: "It's okay, I don't care."

George Sheng said, "I don't want to think of your cooking when I see it."

Song Xi secretly cast his eyes at him, secretly saying don't eat it.

He said, "Think again."

Song Xi replied casually while eating, "Eight, don't you have several in your family."

George Sheng said, "I don't like it."

In fact, he doesn't like her perfunctory.

Song Xi had no choice but to continue thinking. After thinking for a while, she suddenly raised her head and said, "I'm done."

George Sheng also raised his head and glanced at her.

Song Xi said: "Get rich."

Just as George Sheng was about to show displeasedness, Song Xi immediately said, "Listen to my analysis. There are people calling in Tiaozi and Hongzhong. You are in business. Of course, getting rich is the most important thing, and my goal for the next few years It’s also to make a fortune, get promoted and raise pay, and make more money.