Chapter 308 He Wants to Pick the Oranges Now

Back at Cuicheng Mountain, Song Xi went to the third floor first. George Sheng asked her to bring down all the cats and dogs, and keep them in her room every day without fear of depression.

Song Xi tied a bell around the little wolfdog's neck, which jingled when it ran. She thought it was very cute. George Sheng looked at it with disgust, saying that she was raising the dog like a cat. The key was not to see what kind of dog it was. What a wolf-dog, she raised her like a girl.

Song Xi said: "It was not my dog ​​in the first place. When I come back from Mincheng, I will take it back to find its owner."

Hearing this, George Sheng glanced at her, and Song Xiru said as usual: "What I wanted to say in your office before, but then I got sidetracked. I'm going to Fujian City tomorrow and will come back the same day. Could you please arrange for someone to follow you? I."

After an accident happened, Song Xi became much more cautious. Firstly, it was related to her personal interests. Secondly, if she really encountered any trouble, George Sheng would still be the one to deal with the aftermath, so she might as well make preparations.

She looked calm, and George Sheng also asked casually: "You want to run to Min City every now and then. Who is there in Min City that makes you worried?"

Song Xi replied: "A friend has helped me before, and I owe him a favor. He had a car accident in Mincheng, and I promised to go see him."

George Sheng asked calmly: "Do you want to donate money?"

Song Xi looked at him, paused for a moment, and then replied with a half-smile, "Who told you that I'm short of money?"

George Sheng said: “We have done a lot of charity recently.”

Song Xi smiled and said: "There is so much money that there is no place to spend it, right?"

George Sheng gave her a sinister look, and Song Xi hurriedly stopped and went to the kitchen to prepare food.

While cooking, Song Xi received a call from Qi Wei. The first thing he said was: "I checked the weather forecast for tomorrow. It's a very nice day. You don't have to worry about another typhoon."

Song Xi raised the corners of her lips and replied with a smile: "I've read it too. Every step of the way makes me wiser. I don't want a train to back up a plane or a plane back up a car."

Qi Wei said: "You have caught up with Xiao Longnu. Before you came, the wind and sunshine in Fujian City were beautiful. Once you came, the typhoon took two or three days to leave."

Song Xixiao said: "When I returned to Night City, it also rained heavily. If I had known that I still had the ability to control wind and rain, I should have applied to be stationed in the desert area and contribute to solving the drought."

The two were chatting, and Song Xi had his back to the kitchen door. He didn't see George Sheng coming, and could only hear his voice: "Where is the lychee?"

Song Xi turned her head, met his gaze, and then said: "In the refrigerator."

Qi Wei heard the words and asked aloud: "Are you busy?"

Song Xi said: "Preparing dinner."

He chuckled and said, "So virtuous?"

Song Xi thought to himself that Qi Wei didn't see what she did, otherwise tears would flow down.

Qi Wei, who always had a wink, told her to go about her business without saying a few words and hung up the phone.

George Sheng opened the refrigerator to keep it fresh and took out a large crystal bowl with a layer of ice on the bottom and piles of fresh lychees on top.

Song Xi stirred the yam porridge in the pot and turned around to say, "The lychees are a bit cold. Don't eat too much. Let's drink the porridge first."

George Sheng was sitting on a chair, holding a lychee in his slender fingers, and the action of peeling the shell was so watchable. Without raising his eyes, he said to himself: "Go to Mincheng tomorrow and help me bring back some lucky oranges. "

Song Xi responded: "Okay."

George Sheng said: "I want it picked fresh."

Song Xi asked: “Where can I buy freshly picked ones?”

George Sheng said: "Beifeng, that area specializes in orange oranges."

Song Xi asked: "I'm not familiar with Min City. Is Beifeng far from the city?"

George Sheng said: "It's not far. It only takes three hours to go back and forth. Including the time for picking oranges, four hours is enough. You can also enjoy the scenery of Beifeng along the way, which is not bad."

A trace of embarrassment flashed in Song Xi's eyes, "I will arrive in Mincheng tomorrow at around 10 o'clock. I will go to the urban hospital to see my friend at almost 12 o'clock. I will fly back at 7 o'clock in the evening. Taking into account the travel time, I will only have five or six hours. I'm afraid It’s not enough.”

George Sheng raised his eyelids, looked at her and said, "How long do you want to see your friends? One or two hours is not enough?"

When asked this...Song Xi was speechless, as if she had gone to pick oranges specifically to see her friends.

She wanted to refute, but George Sheng looked like those who obey me will prosper and those who go against me will perish, so she didn't dare to refuse easily.

When George Sheng saw this, he rushed to say the next sentence: "It's up to you. If you have time, take it with you. If you don't have time, don't take it with you."

That's what he said, but his tone was just the opposite. Song Xi had a sense of deja vu that if Orange replied to her, she would not reply if Orange didn't.

I lamented countless times in my heart that people have to bow their heads under the eaves.

For dinner, Song Xi prepared yam porridge and fried ham and eggs. She wanted to focus on the eggs. Song Xi was afraid of oil splashing, so the eggs hid far away from the pan as soon as they were cooked. One side was fried and burnt. She was a chicken thief, so she put them on the plate. When cooking, I put the battered side down so that the top layer still looks like candy.

After George Sheng sat down, he saw a bowl of white porridge with some fried eggs and ham. For a moment, he had the urge to be as reticent as possible and to take refuge in my Buddha at any time.

Song Xi secretly looked at his face and said before he got angry: "It's better to eat something light, it will help you sleep."

George Sheng pursed his pretty lips and remained silent. Song Xi added, "Don't be angry. It's important to guard against arrogance and impatience. If your mood swings too much, you won't be able to sleep at night."

After she coaxed her in a good voice for a long time, George Sheng finally reluctantly picked up the chopsticks. His first move was to pick up the fried eggs. Song Xi felt guilty, afraid of showing the burnt side, but she was lucky, secretly thinking that she would not see it. .

But she forgot that George Sheng was a very wary person. There were always unscrupulous people who wanted to harm me, and he was the one he was talking about.

Song Xi, a person who usually skips fried eggs, could he not check it carefully when he was served an omelette one day? Sure enough, he turned the omelette over and took a look...

The air was frozen.

The egg has two sides, one side is half-cooked and the other side is hot and watery. George Sheng's face is just like the egg, uncertain.

Song Xi came to his senses in a hurry, with an unexpected and serious expression: "Ah, why are you confused? I didn't even see it."

As she said that, she handed over her bowl and said, "It's bad for your health if it's mushy. Don't eat it. I'll do it."

George Sheng was really rude and let go of his chopsticks, and the eggs fell into Song Xi's bowl.

Song Xi herself found it difficult to swallow, but the words she spoke were like splashed water. Under George Sheng's high-pressure gaze, she picked up the egg and brought it to her mouth.

"Okay, am I missing an egg? Make it seem like I'm being mean to you every day."

George Sheng suddenly spoke, his tone full of teasing and unkindness, but Song Xi was particularly glad that he suddenly had a new heart. Touched, she put down the fried eggs, looked at him and asked: "Do you eat boiled eggs? I cook eggs well." .”

George Sheng lost interest and said calmly: "I won't eat."

After that, he picked up the golden ham and took a careless bite. Before he could chew it, George Sheng took out a paper towel and spit it out. Then he looked at Song Xi calmly in anger and said, "Here, try it." taste."