There have been some days of piercing the window paper with George Sheng. The two have been tired and crooked, but the word love has not really been mentioned.

The sixth sense told Song Xi that George Sheng was very strange tonight. He came back so late and suddenly went crazy just now. Something must have happened.

But it was not the time to breathe with him, Song Xi held his breath and stared at his deeper eye sockets in the dark, her pink lips lightly opened, and she replied: "If I didn't love you, I should have turned my face with you."

George Sheng's heart moved with joy and regret. He leaned over to kiss her, making a gentle and silent compensation. When the lips came to her ear, he kissed and whispered: "Sorry...Does it still hurt? ?"

Song Xi was so kissed that his whole body was numb, and even if he was really angry, she raised her arms, put her arms around his neck, rolled over and pressed him under her body, looked down at him and asked, "What happened? ?"

George Sheng did not speak. The curtains in the hotel room were thick and the interior was almost completely dark. She couldn't see the expression on his face, so she had to gently stroke his facial features with her hand. George Sheng only felt thin and itchy, as if the skin was worn through. Scratched on the tip of his heart.

Her nice voice came, without obvious anger, but her stand was very firm: "I can forgive you for hurting me accidentally, but I can't forgive my boyfriend for hiding something from me, let me be angry... You ask me love If you don’t love you, do you love me?"

George Sheng raised his hand and grabbed the hand she had been fiddled with between his eyebrows and eyes, rolled over again and pressed her under him, and said in a low voice, "I am your husband."

Song Xi took advantage of the situation and said, "Then you should not lie to me. If you have something to say, why did I mess with you?"

Song Xi was a cat when he was obedient. Once he was ignited, he was a lion. What if George Sheng was a tiger? She still dared to pluck his beard.

With George Sheng’s temper, he would not mention Shen Zhaoyi even if he was killed. He admitted that he was crazy jealous, jealous that Shen Zhaoyi had Song Xi’s past, and he did not, even if reason told him it passed, the sensibility still let him out of control.

He didn’t want to fight with Song Xi. In fact, he couldn’t bear to wait for him in the hotel alone. The person behind the photos and videos made it clear that he wanted to separate him from Song Xi, so he restrained all the dark side in his heart and returned. Up.

After a long silence, he finally compromised with her and replied in a cold voice: "Someone wants us to separate and sent me a picture of you and Shen."

In the quiet room, the sound of George Sheng's sudden coldness made his scalp numb inexplicably. Song Xi was shocked at first, and instinctively did not speak.

George Sheng knew that Shen Zhaoyi was different in Song Xi's heart after all.

He turned over and got down from her, leaning on the bed and smoking. Song Xi didn’t speak because of something else, it was just an accident. After a while, she turned over and sat up, turned on the bedside lamp, and saw that George Sheng was clearly visible. Zhang Feng's face under the thin ice, she thought about the past, he seems to have always been like this, only recently has the fundus of his eyes become warm.

Sitting cross-legged on George Sheng's left hand, Song Xi looked at him and asked, "Then what do you mean now, are you angry with me?"

George Sheng exhaled a puff of smoke from under his thin lips, and replied faintly, ignorantly: "No."

Song Xi said, "Why did you bite me just now, and show me a face now?"

George Sheng couldn't take it easy, even if the initial anger had dropped by half, it was impossible to say that it hadn't happened.

His slender fingers came to his lips with half a cigarette between them. He took a sip, then slowly exhaled, and said in a low voice, "I'm not angry with you."

Song Xi asked: "Then who are you angry with?"

George Sheng raised his eyelids, met her gaze, and replied: "Can't you follow the surname Shen?"

Song Xi didn't change her face, looked at him without blinking and asked, "Who sent you the picture?"

George Sheng said, "I don't know."

Song Xi asked again: "Have someone checked it?"

"Ok."

"Do you think there are a lot of people who know my relationship with Shen Zhaoyi, I know my relationship with you, and who have the ability to post pictures to your phone?"

George Sheng said nothing, his handsome face was not happy, cold and even gloomy.

"This matter has nothing to do with Shen Zhaoyi. You can find out who is behind the mess. I also want to see who is doing it."

Song Xi didn't ask what photos George Sheng had posted, because these were not important, but they would poke George Sheng. Everyone would compare their hearts to him. If she were him, her heart would be even more upset, so she was calmly and rationally analyzed at this moment.

After hearing this, George Sheng asked meaningfully: "How do you know that it has nothing to do with the surname Shen?"

Song Xi was unhappy when he heard his words, but she must be fair to Shen Zhaoyi: "He is not such a person."

George Sheng really annoyed Shen Zhaoyi, especially Song Xi's attitude every time he mentioned him, as if Shen Zhaoyi was the best and most upright person in the world, and everything that didn't touch him was insulated from him.

The two looked at each other, both under the outer garments of reason, essentially temper-tempered, with a triggering gunpowder factor hidden in the air. After a few seconds of silence, George Sheng took the lead in speaking: "I don't want to discuss him with you."

Song Xi continued without changing her face, "You can check it out, I'm just showing you a wrong direction."

George Sheng suppressed the rising flames of jealousy in his heart, and said as blankly as possible: "Go to sleep."

He pinched the cigarette, she turned off the light, and the two lay on a big bed, with most of the distance between them, intentionally or unintentionally. Song Xi turned her back to him and closed her eyes to tell herself that it was okay. Don’t be angry. In fact, George Sheng should be angry. He was angry to prove that he cares about himself, but the tears still flowed out through his eyelashes.

There is an unspeakable grievance from the bottom of my heart. Today is Valentine's Day. The whole room is dressed in red, and there is a large bouquet of roses on the floor. She is still showing off to Han Chunmeng and Qiao Aiwen, and is still worried about his work, waiting for him to return...

Pressing her lips tightly, tears flowed down silently, Song Xi didn't say a word, not knowing whether she was competing with herself or George Sheng.

For about five minutes, the quilt behind him moved, and the warm and familiar body pressed against her, and her arms were brought up in front of her from behind, curling up a smell of hotel shower gel.

George Sheng wanted to straighten her, Song Xi stubbornly refused to turn around. He touched the tears on her chin with his fingers, dropped his head and pressed her ears and said, "Are you angry with me?"

Song Xi closed her eyes, tears more.

George Sheng ran his fingers across her eyes, wiped her tears away, and said in a low voice, "I didn't lose my temper with you. I am in a bad mood. Don't cry. I will feel bad."

Song Xi couldn't help sobbing, George Sheng sobbed in a low voice. Later, she turned around and hugged him, and muttered in his arms, "You can be jealous, but you can't help but believe me, let alone Show face to me, cold and violent me."

George Sheng responded. At this moment, he realized that he liked her more than he thought.