Chapter 385 Twosome

Song Xi followed George Sheng downstairs and had to talk on the way. She took the initiative to ask: "Have you done all your things abroad?"

"Yeah." George Sheng was always aloof and didn't even open his mouth.

Song Xi joked to himself: "It seems that you made a big deal at the end of the year. I wish you a lot of money in advance and a prosperous business."

The two of them stood at the elevator entrance, waiting for the elevator. George Sheng turned his head to look at her and asked without a smile, "Are you in a good mood?"

Song Xi looked at him ambiguously and warily.

Opening his thin lips, George Sheng said, "You talk a lot."

Song Xi knew that she had smelled a hint of being resented.

Rolling her eyes to the upper left corner, she complained and said angrily: "I'm on vacation, and I'm not practicing, so why can't I talk more? Yesterday, with Yuan Bao and Tong Hao, the three of us had a very good rapport. You won’t be allowed to talk when you come.”

She was so annoyed, she didn't say this, but the expression on her face said it all.

George Sheng said solemnly: "When I ask you to cook on weekdays, you said that the hand holding the scalpel is not used to hold the kitchen knife. Now it is used to hold the steering wheel. Are you not afraid of any accidents?"

Song Xi replied: "I like racing, but I hate cooking. How can it be compared?"

She was talking about things, but the speaker was unintentional and the listener was interested. When these words fell into George Sheng's ears, it really changed her taste.

At this time, the elevator door had opened, and Song Xi stepped in. He didn't see the expression on George Sheng's face. He was obviously a second too late before following him.

When the elevator door closed, George Sheng said, "It's hard for me to co-write."

Song Xi vaguely heard the displeasure in George Sheng's words, and secretly thought that he was being pretentious, so she should be more generous. He had just returned to China, and there was no need for her to quarrel with him, so she curled her lips and replied with a smile: "People can't Always do what you are good at, and do well in things you have never done before, that is what you are capable of."

After saying that, she flattered George Sheng again: "You have pushed me to become a talented person. I am grateful for your support."

She coaxed her to be frank. George Sheng knew that she didn't mean what she meant, but he still 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 went straight out. The two called a taxi. He told the driver in standard Cantonese a location where Song Xi had visited a few years ago. I’ve been there, it’s the most famous snack street in Macau.

As the driver drove, Song Xi whispered: "She speaks Cantonese quite well."

George Sheng looked sideways at the window and replied casually: "You don't know how to speak."

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

George Sheng paused for a moment: "On my birthday, you sang a Cantonese song."

When Song Xi suddenly realized it, he felt a little embarrassed for a moment. The two hadn't seen each other for so long, and they seemed to have avoided the incident on their birthday night. Now to mention it again...

Song Xi pretended not to care and said with a slight smile: "I only have a few songs to sing, so I can't say they are good."

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 line of sight and looked outside. Not far away stood out the financial building. She tried to find the feeling of the Cantonese pronunciation and read it out slowly.

After the words fell, the driver laughed first. Song Xi was a little panicked on the spot, and then looked at George Sheng, but saw that the corners of George Sheng's lips were also slightly raised, and his eyes were covered with a bright light.

Song Xi asked in a low voice: "Did I pronounce it wrong?"

George Sheng deliberately smiled meaningfully and did not answer. Song Xite was afraid of embarrassment, so he frowned and lowered his voice and said, "You deliberately embarrass me, right?"

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

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

George Sheng talked about finance and Jin Yong respectively in Cantonese. Song Xi tasted it and said: "There is no difference."

George Sheng smiled half-heartedly, turned his head and looked out the window, his expression seemed to be mocking her.

The driver in the front seat 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 Lianzhou."

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

Song Xi sat next to George Sheng and slowly came to her senses. Just now... shouldn't she explain the key point? Isn't he her boyfriend?

She missed the best opportunity to explain now, and it would be hypocritical to mention it again. Song Xi could only pretend not to care, but the car suddenly became quiet, and she became more and more nervous in her heart.

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

Song Xi knew that George Sheng would not talk to anyone casually, so she took the initiative to reply: "I'm from Night City, and he just came back from abroad."

The driver nodded and said, "We made an appointment to come to Macau to spend Christmas together?"

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

The driver smiled and said: "Don't listen to what your boyfriend said. What a coincidence. It happens to be Christmas to work here. In fact, I deliberately gave you a surprise."

Cantonese is the common language in Macau, and the driver's Mandarin has a strong Cantonese accent. Song Xi is used to hearing men from the north speak, or maybe she is used to hearing George Sheng next to him who speaks in a straightforward manner. For a moment, the driver actually said that he was red Face.

Instinct explanation: "No, he is not my boyfriend, we are just friends."

The driver didn't believe it at all, but still insisted: "We are not boyfriend and girlfriend yet. We spent Christmas together. We will wait until we get back. There are many fun places in Macau. You can go..."

The driver turned on the tour guide mode. Song Xi and George Sheng sat side by side in the back. Although there was more than half a person's distance between them, Song Xi's face was burning uncontrollably. How could he not feel guilty when he was secretly worried...

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

Song Xi raised her head, met George Sheng's eyes, and pretended to be stupid: "Ah? Am I blushing? Maybe I'm wearing too much, it's too hot."

George Sheng responded with a look that said, "Do you believe it or not?" and turned his head.

In Song Xi's heart, 10,000 grass mud horses lined up and ran past, stirring up a cloud of dust in her heart. What are you doing? Are you trying to trick her?

When the taxi finally arrived, the driver seemed to like the two of them very much. At the end, he wished them a Merry Christmas and then handed George Sheng something like a business card.

After getting off the car, George Sheng walked to the trash can and threw away the business card. Seeing this, Song Xi frowned and said, "Why throw away the things your friends in Macau gave you?"

George Sheng looked back at Song Xi. His handsome face was covered with a layer of gold by the sun, and it seemed to be shining. However, his face was indifferent, his thin lips were parted, and his voice was also light, with a bit of provocation: "Introduction to the love hotel , are you interested in trying it?"