Chapter 354 I’m Not Unhappy

The whole villa has floor heating, and the room is very warm. George Sheng and Song Xi are also wearing summer silk pajamas. He puts one arm around her waist and hugs her with a little force. He only feels that her waist is very thin, not enough for him. With only one arm around.

She sat on his lap, her hair brushing his face. It had a very light and inexplicably sweet scent, mixed with the smell of shampoo and body wash.

Song Xi was frightened, and subconsciously raised her hand to grab to the side, trying to stabilize her body. In the chaos, she slapped George Sheng in the face with her backhand. George Sheng had no time to hide, so he could only be slapped hard. A man like him groaned, which shows how hard Song Xi was beaten.

George Sheng was hit and turned his face sideways. Song Xi realized it later and took a breath of air. She didn't feel that she was sitting on his lap. She hurriedly wanted to turn around to see him, but her butt twisted half a circle on his lap. Son, she turned from back to side, and at first wanted to touch his face, but suddenly thought that he was George Sheng, she took it back again, not knowing where to move her hands, and asked in a panic: "Are you okay?"

George Sheng's nose was sore, and there was a burning pain under his right eye. Despite his temper, he should have pushed Song Xi down in anger, but he didn't notice it himself. Even so, his arms were still tight. Tightly across her waist.

He didn't say anything. Song Xi was nervous and scared, but she didn't dare to touch him. There was no noise at all in the room. She didn't know at what moment, Song Xi realized later and found that she was sitting on George Sheng's lap. , that strength around her waist, was it his arms holding her?

Thinking of this, Song Xi's heartbeat suddenly became chaotic, her blood surged, and her eyes changed. After a slight hesitation, she immediately struggled to stand up. George Sheng's arms slowly released, and Song Xi went straight to the bedside. , she was used to the position of the bedside lamp, so she was very sure about it, so she reached out and touched it...

"ah…"

Song Xi touched something soft and sticky.

When George Sheng heard her voice, he turned his head to look. Although he didn't turn on the light, he could see clearly that most of the cake was lying on the bedside table.

"Turn on the headlights."

He finally spoke out. Song Xi knew that he had caused trouble, so without saying anything, Ma Liuer ran to the door and turned on the light.

When the lights came on, Song Xi stood alone where George Sheng couldn't see him. He closed his eyes in annoyance and regretted it. He really regretted it. Why did he have to make this happen? How embarrassing!

She wanted both face and timidity, and was afraid that George Sheng would say something about her. Just as she was thinking about it, George Sheng's voice came from inside the room: "Why are you hiding? Come in!"

Listen, he is usually cold, but today he is obviously angry.

Song Xi looked at the door that was so close, hesitating whether he should just run away?

But then I thought about it, a monk who could escape could not escape from the temple. This entire villa belonged to George Sheng. Where could she hide?

Hey, go for it, a knife to extend your head and a knife to shrink your head is also a knife.

Taking a deep breath, Song Xi turned around and walked back without hesitation. She quickly turned the corner and took a closer look. She wanted to take another breath - a whole cake, not wasted at all, and half of it was on the bedside table. On the switch and power supply, the other half was on the pillow and sheets, and the remaining part fell under the bed. The carpet was not needed.

Looking at George Sheng again, he was sitting by the bed, with a cold face, staring at Song Xi angrily. Song Xi's hair stood up at the sight of him, but as he looked at her, she suddenly narrowed her eyes and hurriedly He took a few steps forward and looked at him in turn.

George Sheng suppressed his anger and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Song Xi looked straight at George Sheng's face, specifically under his right eye, and raised his hand to touch it, but George Sheng could not have moved his head.

"Let me see, it seems to be scratched."

Song Xi was suffering from an occupational disease again. Regardless of whether George Shengle was happy or not, she raised her hands to hold his face, not allowing him to dodge, and then looked down at him without blinking.

George Sheng raised his eyelids and glanced at her, only to see that she had picturesque eyebrows, a straight nose, and plump lips like pudding.

The two were very close. Song Xi gently touched the bottom of George Sheng's eyes with her index finger. George Sheng frowned slightly and waved her hand away.

Song Xi said: "You have a scratch under your eye."

George Sheng thought to himself, no wonder he was in burning pain, but he was surprisingly not angry at all, until he caught a glimpse of the mess beside the bed from the corner of his eye, and the anger gradually started to rise again.

"Song Xi, is this why you came in in the middle of the night?"

George Sheng was sitting by the bed, wearing black clothes, black trousers, and black hair. Against that unique and handsome face, he looked increasingly indifferent.

Song Xi looked at him, especially the scar under his eye, which was fresh and bloodshot in the heavy place.

Her pink lips opened, and she replied with a good attitude: "I'll go down and get a medicine box first and help you take care of it. Can I stop scolding you later?"

George Sheng wanted to say no, but for some reason he didn't say it. Seeing his silence, Song Xi took it as acquiescence and immediately turned around and went out to get the medicine box.

After she left, George Sheng lost his fierce expression, got up and went to the bathroom.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I saw a long scratch under my right eye, extending from half of the eye to the end of the eye. The front end of the scratch was relatively heavy, and the skin was broken and bleeding, and behind it was just a red mark.

He has a normal skin color, slightly paler than a man. In addition, there is nothing on his face and it is very clean, so this scratch appears even more abrupt.

When Song Xi came up from downstairs carrying the medicine box, George Sheng was sitting on the sofa smoking. Song Xi walked over and put the medicine box on the coffee table. He lowered his head to get something out and said, "I'm sorry."

George Sheng flicked the ashes into the ashtray and said lukewarmly: "Clean it up."

Song Xi held a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant and responded, "I know."

She had to bend down to apply medicine to him, but George Sheng refused to cooperate or raise his face. Song Xi could only bend down deeper. George Sheng didn't look at her at first, but when the cotton swab touched the injured area, there was a stinging pain. He was about to tease her a few words, but when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, Song Xi's eyes turned red at some point.

George Sheng thought he had seen it wrong and couldn't help but look at her. Song Xi pursed her lips tightly, stared at his injury carefully, and applied medicine to him, but it was obvious that she was holding back, and there was a mist in her eyes. .

After looking at it for a few seconds, George Sheng's eyes flashed with surprise and imperceptible nervousness, and he asked, "Why are you crying?"

Song Xi said: "No."

Even so, his vision was blurred for a moment.

When George Sheng saw this, he felt a little restless. He paused for two seconds before saying, "It's because I'm injured and I can't sleep in my bed. If you cry, what should I do?"

A large tear fell from Song Xi's eyes. Song Xi immediately raised his hand to wipe it away, and then replied in a tight voice: "It's my fault. I wanted to give you a surprise and make you happy, but it ended up messing up. .”

She felt aggrieved, and it didn't feel like a hot face against a cold butt. Although George Sheng was indeed lukewarm, the ending was far from what she had imagined. She couldn't stand her own stupidity and ended up in such an embarrassing situation.

George Sheng looked at her expression of holding back her grievances, hesitated for a moment, and opened her thin lips: "I'm not unhappy."