Life With You

Song Xi went downstairs with George Sheng, and couldn't stop talking on the road. She asked, "Are you done with your affairs abroad?"

"Yeah." George Sheng was always cold, his mouth kept open.

Song Xi ridiculed herself: "It seems that you made a big deal at the end of the year. I wish you a lot of money in advance and your business is booming."

The two stood at the elevator entrance waiting for the elevator. George Sheng looked sideways at her and asked unsmilingly: "Are you in a good mood?"

Song Xi looked at him vaguely and vigilantly.

With thin lips opening, George Sheng said: "There are so many words."

Song Xi knew that she had already smelled a trace of being beaten.

Turning her eyes to the upper left corner, she complained three-pointers and angrily said: "I'm out for a vacation, and I'm not out to practice, why can't I talk more? Yesterday, with Yuan Bao and Tong Hao, the three of us had a special tacit understanding. I won’t be allowed to speak."

I'm so annoying, she didn't say this sentence, but the expression on her face showed everything.

George Sheng said with a stern face: "I let you cook on weekdays. You said that the hand holding the scalpel is not used to hold the kitchen knife. Now you change to hold the steering wheel, so you are not afraid of accidents?"

Song Xi replied: "I like racing, and I hate cooking. Can that compare?"

She was just talking about the matter, but the speaker didn't want to listen and the listener wanted it, and the words fell in George Sheng's ears, which really changed the taste.

At this time, the elevator door had been opened, and Song Xi stepped inside. He didn't see the expression on George Sheng's face. He was obviously slow for a second before following up.

The elevator door closed and George Sheng said, "Co-authoring is difficult for me."

Song Xi vaguely heard the displeasure in George Sheng’s words, and secretly said that he was hypocritical, she was a little bit grand. He had just returned to China, and she didn’t need to quarrel with him, so she twitched her lips and replied with a smile: "People can’t Always do what you are good at, and do what you have never done before, that is what you have."

After that, she slapped George Sheng's flattery: "You are urging me to become a talent, and I am grateful for your support."

She was so blunt, George Sheng knew she was not talking to her, but he suppressed his anger and said nothing else.

The elevator opened on the first floor. Song Xi thought he was going to have breakfast in the hotel restaurant, but he walked out directly. The two called a taxi. He told the driver about the location in standard Cantonese. Song Xi also had a place a few years ago. Been there, it is the most famous snack street in Macau.

The driver drove, Song Xi whispered: "Cantonese is good."

George Sheng looked out the window and replied casually: "You don't know how to say it."

Song Xi asked subconsciously: "When did you hear me speak Cantonese?"

George Sheng said: "On my birthday, you sang a Cantonese song."

When Song Xi suddenly realized, she was also a little embarrassed for an instant. The two of them hadn't seen each other for so long, and seemed to have avoided the birthday night. Now they will mention...

Song Xi pretended to be unintentional, and said with a faint smile: "I just sing a few songs according to the standard, and I can't say it."

After a few seconds, George Sheng suddenly turned his head and said to her with interest: "How do you say those two words in Cantonese?"

Song Xi followed his gaze and looked out. Not far away was the financial building. She tried to find the Cantonese pronunciation, and slowly said it.

When the words fell, the driver laughed first. Song Xi was a little flustered on the spot, and then looked at George Sheng, but when he saw that the corners of his lips curled up slightly, his eyes were covered with a bright light.

Song Xi asked in a low voice, "Am I reading it wrong?"

George Sheng's deliberate smile was meaningful and did not answer. Song Xite was afraid of embarrassment, frowned, and lowered his voice and said, "You deliberately made me ashamed, right?"

George Sheng opened his thin lips and replied softly: "I asked you to send finance, you just pronounced it as Jin Yong."

Song Xi asked: "What's the difference?"

George Sheng said Finance and Jin Yong separately in Cantonese, and Song Xi tasted it: "There is no difference."

George Sheng seemed to be smiling, turning his head and looking out the window, his expression especially mocking her.

The front seat driver said in Mandarin with a local accent: "Your boyfriend's Cantonese pronunciation is very standard, is he from Hong Kong?"

Song Xi subconsciously replied: "His mother is from Bazhou."

The driver nodded: "Oh, no wonder it was so good."

Song Xi sat next to George Sheng, slowly returning to his senses. Just now... shouldn't her point be explained, isn't he her boyfriend?

Missing the best time to explain right now, it is hypocritical to mention it again. Song Xi only pretended not to care, but the car suddenly became quiet, and her heart became more and more nervous.

The driver chatted while driving, "Where are you from?"

Song Xi knew that George Sheng would not talk to people casually, she voluntarily replied: "I came from Night City, he just came back from abroad."

The driver nodded and said, "Did you make an appointment to come to Macau for Christmas together?"

George Sheng sat next to him. Song Xi couldn't lie either. He smiled and replied, "No, I came with other friends. He has a job and comes here temporarily."

The driver smiled and said, "Don't listen to your boyfriend's words. There is such a coincidence. It happened to come to work here on Christmas. In fact, it is to surprise you on purpose."

Cantonese is common in Macau. The driver’s Mandarin has a strong Cantonese accent. Song Xi is used to listening to northern men speaking, or is accustomed to hearing the direct communication like George Sheng next to him. For a while, he was spoken by the driver. Face.

Instinctive explanation: "Really not, he is not my boyfriend, we are friends."

The driver didn’t believe it at all, and he still insisted: “I’m not a boyfriend or girlfriend yet. After Christmas together, I’ll just go back. There are many fun places in Macau. You can go...”

The driver turned on the tour guide mode, and Song Xi and George Sheng sat side by side in the back. Although there was more than half a personal distance between them, Song Xi's uncontrollable face was burning with fire, and he was secretly worried about how he could not be guilty...

George Sheng turned his head again, looked at her, and asked calmly, "What are you blushing for?"

Song Xi raised her head and met George Sheng's gaze, biting her head and pretending to be stupid: "Huh? Am I blushing? Maybe I'm wearing too much, too hot."

George Sheng turned his head back with a look of ‘believe it or not’.

At the bottom of Song Xi's heart, 10,000 grass-and-mud horses lined up, and a cloud of dust was thrown in her heart. What is it, is she deliberately tricking her?

The taxi finally drove to the place. The driver seemed to like the two of them very much. He wished them a merry Christmas when he arrived, and then handed George Sheng a business card.

After getting off the car, George Sheng walked to the trash can and raised his hand to throw away the business card. When Song Xi saw this, he frowned and said, "Why throw away the things your friends in Macao gave you?"

George Sheng looked back at Song Xi, his handsome face was covered with gold rims in the sun, and he looked good as if to shine, but his face was indifferent, his thin lips were open, and his voice was also faint, with a little provocation: "Introduction of the love hotel , Are you interested in experiencing it?"