Chapter 533 I Like Her More than I Thought

It had been some time since I had broken the window paper with George Sheng, and the two of them had had some moments of getting tired of each other, but the word love had never been mentioned.

The sixth sense told Song Xi that George Sheng was acting strange tonight. He came back so late and suddenly went crazy just now. Something must have happened.

But now was not the time to vent her anger with him. Song Xi held her breath and stared at his deeper eyes in the darkness. She lightly opened her pink lips and replied: "If I didn't love you, I should have fallen out with you long ago."

George Sheng's heart moved, with both joy and regret. He leaned forward to kiss her, and the tenderness seemed to be a silent compensation. When his lips came to her ear, he kissed her while whispering: "I'm sorry...does it still hurt?" ?”

Song Xi was kissed until his whole body felt numb, and he couldn't hold back his anger. He simply raised his arms, hugged his neck, turned over and pressed him under her, looked down at him and asked, "What happened?" ?”

George Sheng did not speak. The curtains in the hotel room were thick and the room was almost completely dark. She could not see the expression on his face, so she had to gently touch the outline of his facial features with her hands. George Sheng only felt a thin, itchy feeling, as if the skin had been broken. Scratched on the tip of his heart.

Her pleasant voice came, with no obvious anger, but her stance was particularly firm: "I can forgive you for accidentally hurting me, but I can't forgive my boyfriend for hiding something from me and taking it out on me... You asked me about my love If I don’t love you, then do you love me?”

George Sheng raised his hand and grabbed her hand that had been playing with his eyebrows. He turned over again and pressed her under him. He said in a low voice: "I am your husband."

Song Xi took advantage of the situation and continued: "Then you shouldn't hide it from me. If you have something to say, why did I offend you?"

Song Xi is like a cat when he is obedient, but once he gets angry, he is like a lion. So what if George Sheng is a tiger? She still dared to pluck out his beard.

With George Sheng's temper, he refused to mention Shen Zhaoyi even to death. He admitted that he was crazy jealous, jealous that Shen Zhaoyi had Song Xi's past, but he didn't. Even if his reason told him that it was over, his sensibility still let him out of control.

He didn't want to quarrel with Song Xi. In fact, he couldn't bear to have her waiting for him alone in the hotel. The person behind the photos and videos clearly wanted to separate him and Song Xi, so he suppressed all the dark sides in his heart and came back. .

After a long silence, he finally gave in to her and replied in a cold voice: "Someone wants us to separate. They sent me a photo of you and Shen."

In the quiet room, George Sheng's suddenly cold voice made people's scalp numb inexplicably. Song Xi was also surprised when he heard it, and instinctively said nothing.

George Sheng knew that Shen Zhaoyi was different from Song Xi after all.

He turned over and got off her, and sat on the edge of the bed to smoke. Song Xi didn't speak because of anything else, but because she was too surprised. After a while, she also turned over and sat up, turned on the bedside lamp, and clearly saw George Sheng's face. Zhang Feng's face under the thin ice, she thought about the past, he seemed to have always been like this, but recently his eyes began to feel warm.

Sitting cross-legged on George Sheng's left hand side, Song Xi looked at him and asked, "Then what do you mean now, are you angry with me?"

George Sheng blew out a puff of smoke from under his thin lips, and replied calmly, without distinguishing between joy and anger: "No."

Song Xi said: "No, why did you bite me just now and are you showing off to me now?"

George Sheng couldn't be happy in his heart. Even though his initial anger had been reduced by half, it was impossible to pretend it hadn't happened.

He held half a cigarette between his slender fingers and brought it to his lips. He took a puff, then slowly exhaled it and whispered, "I'm not angry with you."

Song Xi asked: "Who are you angry with?"

George Sheng raised his eyelids, met her gaze, and replied, "Can't you follow the one named Shen?"

Song Xi's face didn't change, she looked at him without blinking and asked, "Who sent you the photo?"

George Sheng said: "I don't know."

Song Xi asked again: "Did you find someone to investigate?"

"Um."

"Do you think there are many people who know my relationship with Shen Zhaoyi, know my relationship with you, and have the ability to send photos to your mobile phone?"

George Sheng remained silent, his handsome face lost all joy, and he looked indifferent and even gloomy.

"This matter has nothing to do with Shen Zhaoyi. Find the person behind this. I also want to see who is so mean."

Song Xi didn't ask what photos George Sheng had sent, because they didn't matter, but they would poke George Sheng. Everyone was comparing their feelings to each other. If she were him, she would be even more unhappy, so she tried to analyze calmly and rationally at this time.

After hearing this, George Sheng asked meaningfully: "How do you know it has nothing to do with the person named Shen?"

Song Xi could hear the displeasure hidden in his words, but she had to say something fair for Shen Zhaoyi: "He is not this kind of person."

George Sheng was really annoyed by Shen Zhaoyi, especially Song Xi's attitude every time he mentioned him, as if Shen Zhaoyi was the best and most upright person in the world, and everything that had anything to do with him was insulated from him.

The two people looked at each other. They were both men with bad tempers under the cloak of reason. There was a explosive factor lurking in the air. After a few seconds of silence, George Sheng was the first to speak: "I don't want to discuss him with you."

Song Xi continued without changing his expression: "You can check as you like, I'm just giving you a wrong direction."

George Sheng suppressed the growing jealousy in his heart and said as expressionlessly as possible: "Go to sleep."

He smoked a cigarette and she turned off the light. The two of them lay on a big bed, with half a person's distance between them intentionally or unintentionally. Song Xi turned her back to him, closed her eyes and wanted to tell herself that it was okay and don't be angry. In fact, George Sheng should be angry. His anger proves that he cares about himself, but tears still flow out through his eyelashes.

She felt unspeakable grievance in her heart. Today was Valentine's Day. The whole room was decorated in red, and there was a large bouquet of roses on the ground. She was still showing off to Han Chunmeng and Qiao Aiwen, and was still worried about his work and waiting for him to come back...

Pursing her lips tightly and tears flowing down silently, Song Xi remained silent. She didn't know if she was competing with herself or with George Sheng.

After about five minutes, the quilt behind her moved, and a warm and familiar body came close to her. His arms came from behind to in front of her, creating a scent of hotel shower gel.

George Sheng wanted to straighten her, but Song Xi was stubborn and refused to turn around. He touched the tears on her chin with his fingers, lowered his head, and said close to her ear: "Are you angry with me?"

Song Xi closed her eyes and shed more tears.

George Sheng passed his fingers under her eyes, wiped away her tears, and said in a low voice: "I didn't lose my temper with you. It's just that I'm in a bad mood. Stop crying, I'll feel bad."

In the end, Song Xi couldn't help but sob, and George Sheng coaxed her in a low voice. Later, she turned around and hugged him, and muttered in his arms: "You can be jealous, but you have to believe me, let alone Show your face to me and beat me coldly."

George Sheng agreed. At this moment, he realized that he seemed to like her more than he thought.