When it was twelve o'clock in the night in five minutes, Qiao Aiwen suddenly received a call from Ling Yue. She was so excited that she left Song Xi decisively without hesitation and picked him up.

"Hello?" After waiting for his call for a day, he obviously scratched his heart and lungs. The moment he could be connected, he was particularly calm.

Ling Yue's voice came from the phone: "I have a friend from Yecheng. I will go back tomorrow. I asked him to bring some specialties from Sacheng. Tomorrow afternoon or evening, he will go to Yinmao Shopping Mall. Go get it."

Qiao Aiwen asked casually: "What special product?"

Ling Yue said: "The dried lamb and hazelnuts are for you, and the matsutake and wood Lingzhi are for your family."

When the voice fell, Qiao Aiwen smiled and said: "Is this a gift for the future mother-in-law?"

Ling Yue's tone was light and unpleasant: "Say it straight if you don't want it."

A thousand or eight kilometers away, she could imagine the expression on his face, she clearly thought so, but she didn't even admit it.

"You called me just to tell me this?" Qiao Aiwen said.

Ling Yue said ‘um’: "It’s okay, I'm hanging up."

Qiao Aiwen immediately stopped him: "Hey, I haven't talked enough yet, I miss you..."

She was tired and crooked every day, Ling Yue's voice softened a bit unconsciously: "Aren't you at home during the day?"

"Yes, what's the matter?"

Ling Yue wanted to say, "Why didn't you call me, but when the words came to my lips, he still folded. Seeing Valentine's Day was about to pass, he couldn't wait for her call, so he had to call.

Qiao Aiwen didn't pierce, and held him to chat for more than forty minutes.

In Hong Kong, Song Xi looked at her mobile phone in bed for a while, and walked down the ground for a few laps. George Sheng had dinner with her and left at 8 o'clock. He said he would be back at 10 o'clock at the latest, but it was almost one in the morning. Haven't come back yet.

I don’t know if there is a temporary change at work, Song Xi sent him a text message: Xiao Sheng, are you still busy? When are you coming back? I am bored by myself.

Finally, a few crying expressions were added.

George Sheng didn't return her. Song Xi waited till half past one and sent another one to George Sheng: Mao Tou Sheng, I'm waiting for you to be sleepy. When will you come back? I am sleepy and hungry, hungry and cold...

Half a minute after this one was posted, Song Xi's cell phone rang, and it was George Sheng who returned her one: Busy, you go to bed first.

Song Xitian really thought George Sheng was really busy with something urgent, and immediately replied: OK, you are busy, don't worry about me, I'm fine, come on!

Finally got a reply, Song Xixin was at ease. Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, you could see a 180-degree ocean view. A layer of silver-white light floated on the surface of the sea. It was not moonlight, but the light projected by nearby buildings. Sparkling, like an illusion.

Tomorrow morning, the two of them will return to Night City. Song Xi thought that tonight was the highlight, but she didn’t expect... there was a moment of disappointment in her heart, but she felt sorry for George Sheng even more. He would either accompany her or work all day. Hard work.

When he comes back, she will give a massage reward.

Xu Shi was worried that Song Xi didn't sleep as much as usual. He heard a very small sound of water in her ears, and slowly narrowed her eyes. She saw the light in the direction of the bathroom, and George Sheng came back.

After a few seconds, the bathroom door opened, and Song Xi immediately closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, thinking about frightening him for a while.

Not long after, George Sheng walked over in slippers, Song Xi motionless, feeling that he lifted the quilt and the soft bed was slightly sinking.

Waking up and waiting for his next move, it felt a bit like waiting for a rabbit. Song Xixin wondered if he was going to hug him directly. After waiting for a few seconds, he heard the lighter's crackling sound. George Sheng did not touch her, but leaned against the bed and smoked.

It was not that she was too confident that George Sheng would touch her, but that George Sheng did not touch her at all, which was too strange.

When I opened my eyes, the room didn't turn on the lights, only the fuzzy shadow beside me, and the fiery red smoke in the dark.

Song Xi asked, "What's wrong?"

George Sheng turned his head and stared at her: "Not asleep?"

Listening to his inexplicable cold voice, Song Xi raised his hand to hold his left hand, her voice was not without tension: "Did the project talk go smoothly?"

George Sheng was silent for a moment, and the action of pressing the cigarette out of the ashtray was normal. He just turned around and suddenly lifted the quilt to press on her. He couldn't help but lowered his head to kiss her. He brushed his teeth and took a bath. But there was still a smell of tobacco and alcohol that couldn't be concealed, mixed with the man's overbearing arrogance, instantly enveloped Song Xi in danger.

He not only kissed her, but also grabbed her body through his pajamas. His breath suddenly became thick and heavy. In the quiet night, Song Xi heard the ambiguous sound when he sucked her lips.

It's not that she didn't want to give it, but the first reaction of a normal woman at such a moment. It must be resistance. He scared her.

However, Song Xi struggled for a while, George Sheng stopped immediately, and put one hand on her chest, his lips slid towards her soft and sweet neck.

Song Xi finally had his mouth free, unable to push him away, and shouted his name in a panic: "George Sheng, are you drunk too much when you get up..."

He pulled off the shoulder strap of one of her nightdresses, and his soft lips moved from her neck to her shoulders. Accompanied by Song Xi's uncontrollable cry, he bit her shoulder.

Does it hurt?

In fact, it didn’t hurt that much. Song Xi was mostly frightened. I don’t know how George Sheng was suddenly stimulated. He would also be emotional a few nights ago, but he won’t be as he is now, saying nothing. Song Xi has no doubts. As long as he wanted to, he strengthened her in minutes.

But when she yelled, George Sheng actually tensed all over and stopped.

Both of them were motionless as if convulsively. She was still keeping her hands clasping his arms. George Sheng straddled her, arched her back, leaned over, and dropped her head on her shoulders, feeling her Nervous and even fearful, he slowly raised his head. In the darkness, he looked down at her and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

Song Xi didn't speak, George Sheng lowered his head and kissed her again. This time it was gentle and soft. Song Xi did not refuse or respond, making it clear that he was still annoying him suddenly going crazy.

George Sheng kissed, raised his head and came to her shoulder again. Song Xi thought he was going to bite her again, so he instinctively shrank, George Sheng pressed her: "Don't move."

Sure enough, Song Xi didn't move anymore. His lips came to the place where he had bitten before, where there were still his teeth marks. He kissed lightly, and then the ghostly tricks stuck out the tip of his tongue and swept it lightly.

Song Xi's skin was smooth and tender, and the numbness swept a few centimeters from the tip of his tongue, and instantly washed away her whole body, her hairs were all erected, and even her toes had the urge to curl up.

George Sheng is like a beast. He was irritated somehow before, but now he gradually calmed down, gentle and honorable.

Song Xi knew that he would not be muddled again, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?" As soon as he spoke, he was about to cry aggrieved.

George Sheng was still pressing on her, his face was less than ten centimeters away from her, his thin lips opened, and his voice was low and dull: "Do you love me?"