Chapter 193: Getting Angry at Each Other

George Sheng's voice came from the mobile phone, "Go downstairs."

Song Xi asked in a low voice: "Is something wrong?"

George Sheng said: "My mouth hurts."

Song Xi hesitated for a few seconds, "Okay, I'll come down now."

George Sheng hung up the phone without saying a word.

Song Xi touched the bedside light switch and turned on the light. She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 5:05 in the morning, and it was still dark.

Lifting the quilt and preparing to get out of bed, Song Xi suddenly felt a sharp stabbing pain in her lower back. Song Xi couldn't help frowning and took a breath of cold air. She remained motionless for a long time before she regained her composure.

Slowly moving his body, from sideways to sitting, and then straight out of bed, Song Xizheng wondered why his son suddenly had back pain. Then he remembered the scene of falling from a tree and being caught by George Sheng. It must have been that The kung fu flashed.

Her waist was already in bad condition and she couldn't bear the torment.

The back injury recurred. Song Xi did not dare to bend down at all. He straightened his back and opened the door and went downstairs. When he went down to the second floor, he found that the lights on the first floor were not turned on and it was dark. Then George Sheng... was in the bedroom?

After going downstairs first, Song Xi got the medicine box, then returned to the second floor, stood at the door of the master bedroom, and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Sure enough, George Sheng's voice came from the door.

Song Xi pushed the door open and walked in. Warm yellow lights were on inside the house. After passing through the porch, Song Xi saw George Sheng, who was wearing black pajamas and lying on the bedside reading a book. The look of an uncle.

Song Xi didn't say anything. She walked to the coffee table and put down the medicine box. Since she couldn't bend down, she squatted down to open the medicine box, took out the cotton swabs and iodine, and then stood up with a stiff back.

Walking to the bedside, Song Xi took a look at George Sheng's lips. His lips were very light, a touch of pink, and there were almost no lip lines, so they looked crystal clear, and they could afford "pink lips and white teeth" The lips were originally very beautiful, but now there was a bloody cut in the middle of the lower lip, as if a knife had been deliberately cut, affecting the beauty.

Lowering his eyes slightly, Song Xi dipped his face into iodine and said lightly: "Did your lips touch the water?"

George Sheng stared at the book in his hand with his black pupils, and replied without raising his head or eyes: "Nonsense, you don't take a shower?"

Song Xi asked him unnecessary questions. It was obvious that he disobeyed the doctor's advice and ended up biting her in turn.

The cotton swab was dipped in iodine, and the next step was to wipe it. However, George Sheng was lying next to the bed, and the bed was relatively low. It only reached Song Xi's thighs, so she had to go down to reach it.

She was too lazy to let him get up to avoid causing more trouble, and she couldn't bend down. After much deliberation, she had to bend her knees and squat half to reach the same level as him.

The moistened cotton swab touched his lips, which felt cold at first and then hot. George Sheng stared intently at a certain set of words in the book. He knew that word, and he also knew the words next to it, but the combination of these words was so complicated. At the same time, he suddenly couldn't read because his mind was not on the book at all.

From the corner of his eye, Song Xi was wearing milky white silk pajamas, with shiny black hair and picturesque eyebrows. She was the kind of person who looked most beautiful without makeup. Because of her good eyebrows and thick eyelashes, she looked like she was wearing makeup even without makeup. Put on makeup.

Under the warm yellow light, her whole body seemed to be covered with a warm golden rim, and her eyes were pious, only staring at George Sheng's lips.

George Sheng was inevitably distracted and woke her up in the middle of the night. Whether it was because of a sore mouth or to torment her, no one knew better than him.

He said angry words again today and saw her at a loss. He thought she would cry secretly after she went back, but looking at her appearance, she didn't seem to be crying, and her eyes were not red.

It was difficult for George Sheng to accept that he was overthinking, or in other words, he couldn't admit that he was worrying too much, so when Song Xi took back the cotton swab, he ordered in an indifferent voice: "I'm hungry."

"Um."

Song Xi only responded without opening her mouth. After applying the medicine, she wanted to get up, but her waist did not dare to strain, so she could only reach out and hold the bedside beside her, obviously relying on external force to hold herself up.

Turning around to leave, George Sheng's voice came from behind, "What's wrong?"

Song Xi didn't look back, walked to the coffee table, squatted down and picked up the medicine box, "Nothing."

George Sheng was not blind. He noticed from the moment she came in that she had to squat straight down to do things that she could do by bending down. It was obvious that...

"Back pain?" He stared at her back, his tone indifferent.

Song Xi didn't turn around, turned her back to him and said, "How much do you eat?"

The two people's answers were obviously wrong, and their lips were as soft as their lips. George Sheng's eyes flashed with anger, and he said in a deep voice: "I'm asking you a question."

Song Xi finally turned around. She looked at George Sheng beside the bed. Her face was pale, without any emotion or anger, and she calmly replied: "I'm fine, how much do you eat?"

George Sheng,

He stared at her without blinking, and Song Xi looked back at him calmly. George Sheng once again saw the stubbornness buried deep in Song Xi's eyes through her eyes. If he didn't make her anxious, she would He won't look like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.

There was silence in the bedroom. After hearing the sound, about ten seconds passed before George Sheng took the initiative to speak. He asked, "Are you competing with me?"

Song Xi replied without changing his expression: "No, why should I compete with you?"

George Sheng stopped talking again, and still stared at her intently with a gaze that sent chills down one's spine.

Song Xi showed no fear throughout the whole process. He watched as much as he wanted, and she let him watch as much as he wanted.

George Sheng was already laughing with anger in his heart, but his face was expressionless. There was another long silence. He suddenly said: "You were beaten outside. There is no reason to go home and lose your temper with me. If you want When you come back with revenge, just one word is enough, I am not someone who is left to you to judge my face."

Song Xi didn't know how George Sheng knew that she had been beaten. She felt a little relaxed about competing with him, and her eyes averted a little.

This look in George Sheng's eyes was a sign that she was hesitant to speak. He had already handed her the steps and was waiting for her...

"Aren't you hungry? I'm going to make pimple soup. How much do you want to eat?"

George Sheng never expected that the olive branch he held out would be broken and thrown back by her. Now he was really angry, so angry that his face, which was already cold, even turned cold. layer of ice.

The slightly swollen lips opened and closed, and George Sheng said coldly: "Get out."

Song Xi is a thoughtful person, how could she not feel George Sheng's anger, but she was really tired and didn't want to deal with him any more, so she said, "You have a good rest, I'm going out."

After saying that, he turned around and left without stopping for even a moment.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, George Sheng still maintained his previous actions, holding the book in his hand that he had not read for half the night, looking at something in a trance.

In less than ten seconds, he suddenly threw the book in his hand to the ground. He didn't know how to lift it, and it was shameless!