Life With You

It was true that he had to stay in the Qiao’s old house until the evening. After lunch, George Sheng didn’t say he was leaving. Ren Lina also asked someone to prepare dinner. Everything seemed as if it had been set long ago.

Song Xi has nothing else to do, but every time she comes here, she feels cramped. It's not her own home at all. Fortunately, Qiao Aiwen is accompanying her to speak, otherwise she would really be embarrassed.

Slowly in the afternoon, Song Xi and Qiao Aiwen chatted in the room: "My doctor Ling is 30 people, why don't you find a girlfriend?"

Song Xi held a book of Qiao Aiwen's English book in her hand and shook her head: "I know, but I can't say it."

Qiao Aiwen frowned: "Why?"

Song Xi replied: "He warned me not to sell friends for glory."

Qiao Aiwen said: "I am an ordinary person, you are my sister-in-law!"

Song Xi immediately raised her head and interrupted aloud: "Stop, I won't eat this set."

Qiao Aiwen looked at Song Xi, pretending to be unhappy: "So cold-blooded...like my brother."

Song Xi lowered his head to read the book again, and replied without discerning happiness or anger: "If I don't have the iron will and the determination of my six relatives to not recognize, how can I live with him for so long?"

Qiao Aiwen couldn't help laughing: "This is also true."

As she said, she suddenly changed her conversation, and approached Song Xi like a fox, and asked mysteriously: "Hey, you and my brother, you two...do you know...you know."

Song Xi met Qiao Aiwen's winking expression and deliberately replied calmly: "I don't understand."

"Tsk, I ask if you two crossed the line."

Song Xi couldn't help but snorted: "Look at your brother's ascetic face. On his birthday, I sent him a wooden fish. He was full of threads. Who would dare to cross?"

Qiao Aiwen was about to laugh to death, holding a pillow and spitting out George Sheng with Song Xi: "Yes, yes, you described it very well, he is such a person, if it weren't for Sheng..."

For a while, Qiao Aiwen almost missed her mouth. She reacted quickly and turned around abruptly: "There are still friends of the opposite **** around me. I doubt if he likes men. Of course, he doesn't treat men much. "

No matter what she said, her expression and expression couldn't deceive people. Song Xi realized that Qiao Aiwen actually wanted to say a name, but suddenly she held back.

Since the other party didn't want to say anything, Song Xi wouldn't ask, pretending to have not heard it, and changed the topic with a faint smile.

Qiao Aiwen asked Song Xi for a long time, and Song Xi was also quite curious: "You have been abroad since you were a child. Why do you speak Chinese so well? There is no accent at all."

Qiao Aiwen replied with a natural expression: "My Chinese department."

Song Xi was caught off guard and laughed, and fell on the sofa with joy.

Qiao Aiwen also followed the music: "What are you laughing at?"

Song Xi stretched out her hand to wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes, and replied with shaking, "Chinese, go abroad to read Chinese..."

Qiao Aiwen lay on the bed and said proudly: "My dad is afraid that I will forget my roots. The babysitter, cook, bodyguard, anyway, everyone you can think of is from Night City. Look at me. Well, it’s more authentic than you said."

Song Xi nodded frequently: "Good words, good words."

Qiao Aiwen squinted: "Can you be more perfunctory?"

Song Xi was still smiling.

The afternoon was too long and the two were tired of chatting. Qiao Aiwen lay on the bed and looked at Song Xi on the sofa and asked, "Eh, let's play poker?"

Song Xi raised his eyes: "We two?"

Qiao Aiwen said: "Just what is fun for the two of us, you go to call my brother next door, and the three of us fight."

Song Xi said: "He can't play."

Qiao Aiwen said: "Go and ask, he is also bored."

Song Xi said, "It is rare for him to rest, and the word "xian" does not apply to him.

Qiao Aiwen said: "But I really want to play poker..." As he said, people tossed on the bed.

Song Xi simmered for a few seconds, closed the foreign document in his hand, and stood up and said, "I'm afraid of you."

Qiao Aiwen smiled and said, "I wish you success."

Song Xi went out and came to the next room. In fact, Qiao Aiwen wanted to play cards, and she also wanted to see George Sheng, but she thought she could control this little love well, so she should be seductive, anyway. He doesn't like her, and the relationship between the two is destined to start from the acquaintance, that is, the countdown ends.

One more glance is now.

Knock on the door, not long after the door came: "Who?"

Song Xi said, "It's me."

Two seconds later: "Come in."

Song Xi opened the door and walked in. George Sheng was sitting on the bed in her underwear. She seemed to be just getting up. She asked aloud, "Are you sleeping?"

George Sheng said: "Can't sleep, squint."

Song Xi said: "Ai Wen wants to play poker, do you want to play? If you don't want to play, just squint for a while."

George Sheng stretched his legs and got out of bed: "You go first, I will wash my face."

"it is good."

Song Xi turned around and went back to Qiao Aiwen's room, saying that George Sheng would wash his face, and said: "Your brother really does favor you. I have to change one. I also want to play poker. He can play that person like poker."

Qiao Aiwen happily replied triumphantly: "That is, I am not my mother's intimate little quilted jacket, but I am my brother's long leather trench coat, which is cool and warm."

It didn't take long for George Sheng to walk in, and Song Xi Yuguang caught a glimpse of his expression, but his heart was beating with joy.

Qiao Aiwen lifted the quilt to the end of the bed, patted the bed, and said, "Go to bed."

Song Xi and Qiao Aiwen are both women, and there is nothing to evade. They kicked off their slippers and sat on the big bed. George Sheng looked the same, and walked over and sat on the bed.

The three people were fighting the landlord. Qiao Aiwen said: "We are all our own. We talk about money and hurt feelings. Is the sticker good?"

George Sheng was expressionless: "Naive."

Qiao Aiwen said a little coquettishly: "We all played like this when we were young."

Song Xi echoed: "I agree."

Qiao Aiwen looked at George Sheng: "Two to one, you have no right to speak."

As he spoke, he rolled his arms and sleeves and began to shuffle the cards. In the first game, Qiao Aiwen called the landlord, and George Sheng and Song Xi, two poor people, winked without a trace.

Seeing this, Qiao Aiwen warned, "You two are not allowed to bully others in partnership."

Song Xi said, "I'm still afraid that you two will bully people in partnership."

George Sheng thought to himself, he wanted to be the most defensive, right?

The three people had different thoughts. In the first game, they played less and more cards. Qiao Aiwen's landlord was successfully overthrown. George Sheng threw the cards: "Where is the paper?"

Qiao Aiwen didn't expect that she would lose at all. She pulled her face and opened the drawer and took out a notebook from it. George Sheng neatly secreted a piece of paper and tore several long strips, dipped in the water in the next cup. Without hesitation, he stuck it in the middle of Qiao Aiwen's forehead.

As soon as Qiao Aiwen breathed, the note flew forward, and Song Xi couldn't help being jealous. Suddenly she thought that a few minutes ago, Qiao Aiwen was still proud of how much George Sheng spoiled her.

George Sheng handed Song Xi a piece of paper. Song Xi said embarrassedly, but he started with a little unambiguous, and sent another piece of paper to Qiao Aiwen's forehead.

Qiao Aiwen panted, and the two curtains flickered. She pulled her face and said, "A couple of partners bully, right?"