Life With You

Ling Yue leaned over to play ball, "Don't you shout every day to let me play with you."

Qiao Aiwen was full of anger, "Don't play when it's time to play, and play blindly when it's not."

Ling Yue knew what she was thinking, and replied calmly: "You are still young, don't look at what others are doing, do whatever you want, you don't have any opinion."

Qiao Aiwen's eyes widened, "I have my own opinion, my opinion can't be more obvious, it's you!"

Ling Yue went to the other side to play, and replied without raising his head: "I also have my own opinion, and my own opinion is not to do it."

Qiao Aiwen looked at his back, angry and...fascinated, Ling Yue is a sweet pastry that can be seen and cannot be eaten, although she shouted all day to push him down, but this kind of difficult process of pushing down from the west, and The fascination made her sink. In fact, women are very entangled. It is like Qiao Aiwen to Ling Yue. If he chases and pushes well, she might not like him so much.

She doesn't like things that are simple and easy to use, and she likes things that others can't do.

In the evening, the yacht drove back to the port. Yuan Bao Tong Hao said that he hadn’t slept well in the past two days and wanted to go back to make up for sleep. Ling Yue and Gu Dongxu also said that they hadn’t slept well and wanted to go back. Qiao Aiwen said: “Then we should separate men and women tonight, let’s go out and play. Son, what do you guys do."

Song Xi winked at George Sheng secretly, secretly saying that he was about to be separated from him for a few hours, and then several women went straight to Bali's most famous night market, eating and drinking, time without a man was not only not empty, but more interesting.

A group of beautiful women gathered together, naturally attracting attention. There is no shortage of people who come forward to strike up a conversation along the way. People from all countries have them. When asked about Han Chunmeng and Qiao Aiwen, they said politely: "I have a boyfriend."

When asked Song Xi, Song Xi was more direct, "My husband is behind."

There was only one Diana. Everyone gave her away openly. Diana glanced back and said: "Sister is not without men. You all have boyfriends and husbands. What's so obvious? I still have an ex-husband. What did I say?"

One sentence directly choked Han Chunmeng, who was drinking coconut juice, and Song Xi was patting her on the back. Qiao Aiwen stared at her and said, "Oh, you are vomiting milk!"

Her voice was not small, Han Chunmeng raised her head, before wiping her mouth, she couldn't wait to say: "People around me are laughing at me!"

The people within a few meters of him are indeed looking here, and Song Xi comforted: "It's okay, they don't understand Chinese."

When the voice fell, Qiao Aiwen said it again in English. This time everyone understood it, but Han Chunmeng didn't understand, and wondered what English Qiao Aiwen was so good at.

A few people ate from the street to the end of the street. Song Xi was carrying a can of cold beer. Hearing the awkward jokes of the few people beside him, the corners of his mouth never let go.

For about two or three hours, a few people were tired of playing and were sitting on the side of the road eating ice cream. Song Xi inadvertently looked up and saw a familiar figure standing across the street, black cotton T, black trousers, and white casual shoes , The tall man, the handsome face that makes people look back, turned out to be George Sheng.

George Sheng was not the only one who came, but also the others, but Song Xi only had room for him.

Waiting for the green light, a bunch of handsome guys walked towards the beauties across the road. This picture attracted the attention of tourists and nearby businesses in Bali. It turns out that the famous flowers are all famous flowers.

Later, Song Xi was taken away by George Sheng alone. She asked, "How did you find it?"

George Sheng replied: "I can find you wherever you are."

Song Xi curled up her lips and replied with a smile: "Did you steal some sweets?"

George Sheng glanced at the ice cream in Song Xi's left hand, "Is it delicious?"

Song Xi nodded, "It's delicious, just ahead, I'll buy one for you."

"No need." George Sheng stretched out his hand and grabbed her. She had eaten half of it. It turned out to be pointed, but now she habitually licked it into a semicircle. He didn't dislike it, and opened his mouth to eat.

She accompanied him to a famous restaurant nearby to eat fried rice. There was a layer of prawns on the fried rice. He caught her mouth and let her eat.

Song Xi ate all the way and couldn't hold it. The two of them didn't take a taxi back to the hotel. They just walked back slowly, holding hands. She stood on the road, still half a head shorter than George Sheng below, and her sense of balance was unsatisfactory. When he walked up and leaned left and right, he stretched out his hand very patiently to support him, walked, and suddenly said: "I think my daughter is good."

"Huh?" Song Xi turned to look at him.

George Sheng said: "Xiaowen was very leathery when she was a child, jumping up and down, not to mention the road fangs, but the room, my dad is supporting it."

The corners of Song Xi's lips curled up, "Xiaowen also often told me about my childhood. Dad really spoiled her."

George Sheng said: "Your dad also spoils you, so I think it's good to have a daughter."

Speaking of Song Yuanqing, Song Xi stepped down from the road teeth, hand in hand with George Sheng, and walked forward, saying: "But I think my son is good, and his son is very home, just like you. Dad is gone, you can still carry the whole thing. Family, no one dares to bully you, girls can’t do it. I often wonder if I can help the family more if I’m a son.”

George Sheng looked forward and replied: "If you are a man, what should I do?"

Song Xi didn't expect him to say this, and was amused off guard, and then said: "Don't say true love has nothing to do with gender. If I were a man, would you not love me?"

George Sheng replied with a serious face: "Don't test my orientation, I only like women."

Song Xi picked up her eyes, "Yeah, this is not covered?"

She joked, and George Sheng said: "You are a daughter, a man's heart, always think for the people around you, I want to be the first to go to the battlefield, Yuan Bao said that he admires you very long ago. But now you are my wife, and I am in charge of the big things, so you don't need to worry about it."

Song Xi almost rushed to say that if she was able, she would not need the Sheng family to come forward to solve the crisis in Changning Hospital, but when it came to her lips, she resisted it. To George Sheng, this kind of thing is Bailey. And what is harmless, what would she tell him? Knowing that I was awkward, I couldn't make George Sheng embarrassed. The relationship between selfish desire and the overall situation was bound to be clear.

Looking down without a trace, Song Xi pretended to inadvertently replied: "We are husband and wife and comrades-in-arms. You are allowed to block the gun for me, and I am not allowed to dig mines for you?"

What she said was heartbroken, but George Sheng smiled strangely and was amused by her.

Song Xi glared at him, "What are you laughing at?"

George Sheng glanced at her, "Dig mine, you still lack a towel on your head."

Hearing this, Song Xi gave him a blank look, "What you said was stealing landmines!"

The corners of George Sheng's lips rose obviously, and the eyes were full of smiles. The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Song Xi was also amused by a ‘pounce’.

On the way back to the hotel, it took 20 minutes to take a taxi. Song Xi and George Sheng hadn’t arrived for a long time. She had new shoes on her feet and was a little tired. George Sheng watched her walk for a while and stopped to look at the shoes and said aloud : "Feet hurts?"

"kind of."

He said: "I will carry you."

Song Xi happily stood on the road fangs, jumped and leaned on George Sheng's back. He was hugging her legs. She was far away from the ground. She hooked his neck and asked with a smile: "Is it tired?"

"Not tired."

"Tell me if you can't stand it."

George Sheng asked: "Are you carrying me?"

"Okay."

"My legs will drag the floor."

"It's okay, I pretend to recite..."

The street lamp pulled the two shadows into one, and Song Xi shook her legs towards the shadow. The two thin legs in the shadow immediately swayed exactly the same. She tried to persuade herself that Sheng Jia loved to help. Anyway, it was not what George Sheng asked. To do it is to shave your head and pick your head hot.