"I will inherit the Song family without any problems, including you."

The body is weak and fragile51

The door of the ward was closed by a forceful movement, and the moment it was about to close, it was gently shut again by an impeded force from without.

Very angry, but froze without making a sound at all.

It's also bluffing at its finest.

The next second the ward door was opened again.

Song Qie was about to close her eyes when she saw Lu Beihuai open the door again, and saw him staring at her with a gloomy face, as if she had just said something unforgivable and wanted to eat herself alive.

"Don't think I'll give up just because you say so." Lu Beihuai stares at the pale Song Qie on the hospital bed: "As long as it's what I want, I'll get it."

Song Qie closed her eyes, not wanting to see those cannibalistic eyes, and clenched her hands slightly on the quilt.

"I will inherit the Song family without any problems, including you."

The voice fell darkly, and the door to the hospital room closed slowly.

The environment was quiet, but his heart was racing at the words.

Song Qie puts the blanket over her face, and makes a muffled grunt of depression and annoyance, as if no matter what she says or does now, or how much she ignores Lu Beihuai, she can't escape the plot in the original text.

It's as if any choice he makes invariably veers back to the original plot line.

He coaxed and coaxed, scolded and scolded, said and said, and beat ...... him.

But why is Lu Beihuai so obsessed with him.

If like Hassan said ...... Lu Beihuai likes him, of course that's the furthest thing from the truth, but what kind of person likes someone like that.

As he was depressed, the door to the hospital room was quietly opened once again.

A large hand reached in and placed the thermos in his hand carefully on the counter next to the door for fear of making a sound, then quietly closed the door.

This thermos is just like Lu Beihuai's thermos in the morning.

A thermos filled with millet pumpkin porridge.

Song Qie: "......"

He saw the hand, crying and laughing, this guy is really, just now so fierce is who came.

Bluffer.

Closed his eyes, trying to ease the complex mood, for Lu Beihuai he really felt that it was pitiful, but hateful, although he knew that this guy's nature was not bad, but after seriously thinking about it, he still should not be too soft-hearted.

It is he who is aggrieved if he is soft.

After all, he can't really say he's not the real Song Qie in this case.

"Adrian, are you asleep?"

He opens his eyes just as Hassan pushes the door open and walks in, looking around for a moment and holding the thermos on the counter by the door towards him.

"Did you scold Patrick?" Hassan memorized what Lu Beihuai had just explained and walked to the bedside to sit down, "I see that he seems to be in a bad mood, hey, although I don't know exactly what you guys broke up because of, and I don't really know Patrick very well, I think there's nothing I can't openly talk about."

"So what did you guys break up over, huh?"

Song Qie: "......" black eyes, that guy is starting rumors again, he really has a headache: "Don't listen to him, we're not what you think at all."

There was no way he could just say anything about this, it wouldn't do him or Lu Beihuai any good, not to mention the fact that now that he was him, he didn't really intend to live as a ''Song Qie'' either.

Hassan saw that Song Qie didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't feel like asking again, after all, these are private matters that can only be talked about if you are willing to talk about them at that time.

He opened the thermos and looked at it, smelling the sweet odor, "This is what Patrick told me to give you to drink, saying it's good for your constipation, and it smells so good."

Song Qie was inexplicably ashamed when he heard the word 'constipation', he hadn't seen a person who could say such a thing so naturally, but he was tormented.

"Patrick said this was specially boiled for you, so it seems he's a good cook." Hassan observed Song Qie's expression, "If you want to capture someone's heart, you can first capture their stomach, it seems Patrick has put in some effort."

"Why are you speaking for him?" Song Qie, sleepy, sat up.

Hassan handed him the thermos in his hand, "I was just thinking that having someone who would be anxious or even cry because you're sick, which seems a bit condescending if you're talking about a normal friend, given the status, Patrick obviously cares about being nervous about you very much."

Song Qie hesitated, but took the thermos and sniffed it.

It's a very fragrant and sweet flavor.

His mind drifted to the tall teenager who used to cook instant noodles in the kitchen, and when they were done, they huddled together in the tiny living room, sitting on little red plastic stools.

I was impressed that Lu Beihuai's instant noodles were very good.

It's not as if you haven't had a pickle.

Or maybe it was just that I was so hungry at that point that I thought it was delicious.

Or maybe ...... feels sorry for Lu Beihuai.

"I've never seen you so out of sorts." Hassan saw Song Qie fidgeting with a thermos cup and wondered what he was thinking, "The Adrian I know is a very quiet and thoughtful person, except for being spirited in his field of expertise and not saying anything, he is very calm and doesn't like to socialize much."

"That's what makes me wonder what magic Patrick has to make a man with such a steady personality lose his cool."

"Blushing, anxious, speechless, I've known you for the third year, and for the first time I've realized on your face that you have such a wide range of expressions."

Song Qie bowed her head and took a sip of the dense millet pumpkin porridge, it seemed hard to recognize the graininess of the rice grains in her mouth, it was like sweet sugar water, but richer by the taste of sugar water.

He froze for a moment.

Another sip.

The indescribable feeling spreads from the heart, accompanied by the warm texture of millet pumpkin porridge, is the kind of sentiment that softens the mood, or perhaps it is the stimulation of the taste buds brought by the food.

I don't know if the food here is too bad, or if he's usually lazy and makes do with what he has, but he hasn't eaten anything good in a long time.

Surprisingly, I thought it was delicious.

"Is it good? What flavor is it?" Hassan saw Song Qie's eyes light up as if a kitten had a snack, and she looked better.

"Sweet." Song Qie cupped her hands around the thermos and lowered her eyelids, her gaze moving along the slowly rising heat at the mouth of the cup, "It's quite good."

"You know, I love being in a relationship, not because I like one when I see one, but I like to find things in other people that are different from what I have in me, and he can have a different personality than me, a different appetite, different hobbies, and all of that's okay, and it's okay to rub off."

Song Qie didn't know why Hassan was suddenly so emotional, he laughed, "What's wrong with you, suddenly so emotional."

"Because I've never seen a man like Patrick." Hassan leaned back in his chair with his arms wrapped around him and looked at Song Qie with a raised eyebrow and a smile : "He's very strong, which means he has high self-esteem, so he has to do the best he can, and if he can't do it or can't get it, he has to get it by all means."

Song Qie, who had almost forgotten that Hassan had double majored in psychology, let out a laugh, "Well, so what."

"He obviously could have gone out of his way, but he didn't."

The smile on Song Qie's lips faded and she looked over at Hassan as if she'd realized something, "Why?"

He thought of Lu Beihuai in the original text is not to compromise, otherwise in the end how ' Song Qie ' died in bed, is his approach to make Lu Beihuai wavering thoughts? But his original intention was also to save Lu Beihuai to let go of his obsession.

It's just that Lu Beihuai doesn't get in and out.

If before can coax good, let Lu Beihuai put down the hatred that he suffered aggrieved even if. But now you have to coax yourself, not even the door, then he has suffered the aggression of what is counted.

"Because he's soft on you."

Song Qie was stunned, "Huh?"

Hassan smiled broadly and reached out to poke Song Qie's calf: "To make such a proud and self-respecting person put down her stance for love, and to have a hard mouth, but a soft heart, or the kind that is only soft for you, you've got a puppy."

Song Qie laughed out helplessly, "What puppy, is he a puppy?"

Even if you want to describe it, it's a Tibetan mastiff.

"He did just approach me." Hassan wasn't trying to hide it.

"Looking for you for what?"

"Asked me for your contact info." Hassan thought it was funny, "He said you wouldn't add him."

Song Qie: "?"

"Where's your cell phone?"

Song Qie put the thermos on the cabinet next to him, took his own cell phone, opened the chatting software, there were actually many people who added him, some of them were classmates from the academy, or underclassmen, slid down, and saw the grove avatar again.

But this time it's Lu Beihuai.

Chinese.

Him: "......"

"I gave him your number." Hassan sees Song Qie's silent look, "Are you going to be mad?"

"No offense." Song Qie sighed and set her cell phone aside.

"Then why do you look so despondent, is it something that bothers you that he's gay?"

Song Qie was upset and had a headache as he looked to Hassan : "I'm telling you this because you're a good friend and to ask you what I can do about it."

"What's wrong, so serious?"

"When I was a kid I used to bully him, deliberately tearing his and throwing it into the river, deliberately ruining his school uniform, deliberately making a fool out of him in front of everyone, and then I grew up and regretted it, and wanted to make it up to him to make it up to him, but I couldn't cajole him well enough, so I thought for sure that he wouldn't forgive me, and wanted to give it up."

"But after I gave up coaxing him, he acted particularly resistant, just ...... I can't say what kind of mindset it was, and I snubbed him before he came here to read, and then ran off to Cambridge on his own."

Hassan looked curious to hear the story, "You came to Cambridge on your own? Is that the Harvard you were supposed to go to?"

"Actually, I didn't say so explicitly, he thought I'd be there, but I left early."

Hassan got more nosy, "Wow, when you hear it like that, Adrian, you're a bit of a scumbag. You're the one who bullied him, you're the one who coaxed him, you're the one who didn't want him, you've done all the bad and good, so what do you want him to do."

"What about?"

"He's the only one who's not used to it."

Song Qie wondered, "Not used to? Not used to what?"

"Remember what I told you before, sub and dom's relationship, he may not be, but you guys have a similar relationship. And let's not even talk about whether you're gay or not, but I feel like there's a little bit of that in your relationship. He's got this personality that, to a certain extent, you've raised."

"His world is all revolving around you, it's you who bullies him, it's you who coaxes him, it's you who has tasted all the bitter and sweet on you, your sudden disappearance will give him a big blow, then his obsession with you will be deep."

Song Qie: "What happens then?"

"If he loves and hates you, then you can't escape." Hassan prided himself on not wanting to feel sorry for himself, "There are some people who just get more excited the more you talk about them."

Song Qie wants to say something: "......"

"So what did you just say about him?" Hassan knew by the look on Song Qie's face that a good story had just happened!

Song Qie mood complex, how could he not expect Lu Beihuai will be like this:"...... on, I said I do not convince him, capable of him to make me convinced."

Hassan was surprised, "Then you're screwed, he's got a knack for convincing you."

Song Qie: "?"

"In bed."

Song Qie's expression froze in an instant: "Hassan, that's not funny."

Hassan patted his roommate's arm and smiled a genuine smile, "It's okay baby, just run faster."

Song Qie: "......"

That night, the doctor said there was still some low fever pay attention to keep warm, also can be discharged.

He didn't want to stay in the hospital either, so he went back to school with Hassan.

When he got back to his dormitory, he saw a post-it note taped to the door of his dormitory that read in Chinese:

[Temporary truce, Lu Beihuai stays.]

Song Qie: "......"

Childish ghosts.

So starting the next day, when he opened the door to his room it was a thermos sitting on the doorstep.

Every day a different thermos is labeled with a sticky note: [Laxative]

Fortunately, it was written in Chinese, and there were no Chinese on the floor except for him and Lu Beihuai.

But not to mention, it is really good to drink and really ...... comfortable in the stomach and intestines.

Then there's the library, the chance encounter.

Restaurants, chance encounters.

Back to the dormitory, by chance.

In addition to classes, mornings and afternoons were filled with so-called 'chance encounters'.

The entire chance encounter was without much conversation, just the occasional helping him with that book and carrying a dinner tray.

......

And this chance encounter lasted a whole week.

On Monday, he was set to fly early to Wall Street for a Red Feather Capital strategy session.

This is the first strategy meeting open to the public since the establishment of Red Feather Capital, which is of strategic significance to both domestic and foreign investment banks, and he is a newly promoted member of Red Feather Capital's TMT group.

TMT (Technology, Media & Telecom) advises technology, media and telecom companies on raising debt and equity and completing mergers, acquisitions and asset sales.

That's why he's always going up against and Huai Capital, because he can always take the target he wants first with a quick hand and complete the acquisitions and mergers.

Let's just say they look at similar things.

The airplane radio continued to broadcast.

Elegant flight attendants dressed in neat clothes and smiles guided passengers to their seats.

Song Qie found his seat in the cabin and sat down, just as he was adjusting his seat, he saw a familiar figure approaching next to him and looked over in passing.

"Such a coincidence?"

Lu Beihuai, dressed in a casual black sweater, held up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose as he looked over at Song Qie beside him, feigning surprise: "You're going to Wall Street, too?"

Song Qie: "......" Coincidence? Even he knows he's going to Wall Street.

It doesn't seem like a coincidence.

Lu Beihuai sat down calmly and calmly, as if after being irritated that day, including the days of 'chance encounters' with no conversations hadn't frustrated him, he sat down, took out his tablet from his black book bag, and handed it to Song Qie: "Want to listen to it together?"

Song Qie didn't know what he was going to do, "What?"

"The Bully's Runaway Canary."

Song Qie: "......"

Get someone to save him.