Five Billion Dollars

Fragile and weak59

The plane went through the clouds.

It was only fifteen minutes after breakfast.

Song Qie ate and then quickly got into the state, I thought of organizing and reviewing the information of Coventry Pharmaceuticals in hand on the plane, but probably because of the noise of the plane, I had a sudden pain in the middle of my forehead.

He held it down with his hand several times, but it didn't seem to get much better.

I was probably in pain and couldn't sit still, so I closed my computer, got up to go to the restroom, and when I stood up, I felt a buzzing in my head, and my arm was suddenly grabbed.

Before he could react, he felt his back pressed against a broad, warm chest, a hand covered his forehead, and the faint scent of laundry gel swept across his nose.

Then a low voice dropped overhead, "You have a fever."

Song Qie froze for a moment, and after standing firmly, she turned her head to look at Lu Beihuai behind her, subconsciously avoiding him.

"Did you take your medicine this morning?" Lu Beihuai put down his hand.

Song Qie heard Lu Beihuai speak to himself in such a familiar tone, and had an indescribable depression, "I ate it."

How is it that this man can always speak so naturally and familiarly about him.

It's not like he can't take care of himself.

"Shall I ask the stewardess to make you a cup of cold medicine?" Lu Beihuai noticed that Song Qie seemed a bit angry, he lowered his tone and asked.

--Mr. Lu, you have to make the other person feel respected, no matter what it is, asking for their opinion is the most basic.

Okay?

Song Qie looks at Lu Beihuai with a weird, subtle expression, and he gently shakes his head, "No, thanks."

Okay?

Is this guy asking if it's okay again?

That's the same kind of behavior he used to use when he first got here, so what's the game? He won't play along.

He finished by sidestepping and brushing his shoulders as he headed for the restroom.

Lu Beihuai saw walking away from the back, I do not know whether it is the airplane shaking, walking also feel a little floating, he wrinkled his eyebrows, hanging on the side of the hand gradually tightened, this guy in the end will not care about their own bodies.

The mood was depressed to the core.

Song Qie went into the restroom, and when she saw herself in the mirror, she realized that her face was a little red, and when she touched it with the back of her hand, she realized that it was a little hot. She pounds her forehead with her hand again, and the headache seems to be more comfortable this way.

It was a few minutes before he stepped out of the restroom.

Glancing at the seat next to him as he returned to his seat, he breathed a sigh of relief as the hatch was half closed.

Luckily.

After he sat down, it was really difficult to devote his spirit to reading the text carefully again, simply put away the computer, put the chair down, thinking to sleep for a while. But fall asleep and feel that the headache does not seem to be relieved, there is more and more pain.

It's not comfortable to lie down, so you sit up.

Another is to pound the forehead and head down to cover the face, in short, it is not to sit, not to lie down, listening to the roar of the airplane head buzzing, and there is no reason to spread boredom in the heart.

Achoo--

Song Qie sneezed a few times in a row, and his temples jutted out in pain from the tug.

He poked his head out, didn't see the stewardess, thought about calling out to someone and didn't quite feel like it, so he just stayed hard in his seat tormented by the thought for a while, his cheeks had long since reddened to an unnatural color, even his neck flushed red, but his hands and feet were cold.

It was so cold it gave me goose bumps.

Couldn't stop shivering with the quilt wrapped around me, trying to lie on my side and curl up for warmth.

Just then, he heard his seat door seemingly pushed open, startling him so much that he whipped his head around, only to run into a pair of dark eyes.

"Take the medicine." Lu Beihuai stood in front of the door of the seat, saw Song Qie curled up in the chair, his face red, guessed that he should be suffering from coldness, handed over the medicine he had on his body: "Cold or not?"

When Song Qie saw it was Lu Beihuai, she covered her face with the blanket and didn't want to see him.

"It's fine for you to be angry with me, it's fine for you to hate me, but if you don't care about your body, make fun of it, and don't take care of it seriously, then it's useless for you to have a temper." Lu Beihuai put the white pills on a side table and saw Song Qie curled up with her back to herself, "This is fever-reducing medicine, I'll ask the stewardess to bring you water."

After that, he turned and walked out.

Song Qie mentally muttered a few words, dazed and confused, and started to try to sleep, but felt cold again.

After a while, the body suddenly felt warm.

He opened his sunken eyelids, thinking it was Lu Beihuai, and saw the stewardess, who was gently talking to him about adding an extra thick quilt for him. He didn't have the heart to think about anything else and said thank you.

As he warmed up, he drifted off to sleep.

Finally, he was picked up and fed medicine by someone who couldn't stand it, for fear of falling asleep, and the most feared thing about heart disease is a cold and fever, which is easy to get infected.

Song Qie burns up to forty degrees and is already sleeping soundly, and can't even feel her mouth being pinched open to take medicine.

Lu Beihuai looked at the pillow on the shoulder of the sleeping dead guy, because the fever is so strong, touching the temperature of the skin of his chin feel hot, but also presumably the fever is difficult to breathe not too smooth.

An unnatural flush through the skin tinted the face, and a faint grunt under the fluttering lashes was a sound of discomfort and a kind of petulance.

Breathing like that tortures people too.

Tormenting an already troubled mind.

Who is more aggrieved?

The back and forth about how to handle this is what he has to do to make his relationship with Song Qie work, is he going to have to let go of the past before he can talk about it?

So what if he puts it down first, and he apologizes properly, will Song Qie be willing to talk to him properly?

......

As night falls, the temperature plummets.

Back in Cambridge it was almost eight o'clock in the evening, and the cold wind shook the trees and the thin figures walking towards the dormitory building.

Song Qie cold straight up the stairs, shivering, good thing he lives on the third floor running up is not very breathless, at most is a little tired, he now only think quickly back to the dormitory to wear a piece of clothing.

Who'd have thought that in Cambridge in April suddenly the atmosphere plummeted to sub-zero.

He walked to the door of his dormitory, unloaded his book bag and rummaged for his keys, and when he realized he couldn't find them, he raised his hand and knocked on the door, only to have no one come to the door.

"Hassan?"

"......"

The only response to him was silence.

Song Qie shivered a few times in the cold, stared at the door of her room grudgingly, and took out her cell phone to make a call, or did it take several calls to get through.

It was noisy on the other end of the line, and one could tell it was bouncing.

"Hello? Adrian, are you back?"

Song Qie silently took away the cell phone, letting the receiver away from his ear, he was so cold that his thin lips trembled lightly, "You're not in the dormitory?"

A sweater and a thin jacket don't really hold up in sub-zero temperatures.

He's really especially afraid of the cold.

"Huh?!"

Song Qie asked again, "Where are you, I don't have my keys."

"I'm in London!"

Song Qie : "......" His head hurts, "Why did you run off to London to play, when will you be back."

School apartment management is very privacy conscious, their door locks are given to them after management is gone, and it's still a hassle to get someone to open the door.

The phone was very noisy and the music was very loud, you could hear how high it was on the other end, even answering a question had to be repeated several times before you could hear it clearly.

"I'm in London on a date! I guess I'll have to come back tomorrow!"

Song Qie's teeth chattered and the hand holding the phone silently tightened, he knew that Hassan always went out on weekends, and there was no reason to call for someone to come back just because he didn't have the key with him... so what now?

"Then I'll find a way to borrow one night in one of the other students' dorms."

If he couldn't then he would have to go downtown for the night.

After the phone hung up, he was depressed to the extreme, his forehead lightly touched the door with a click, how could this memory of his own be so bad, how could he not have his key with him.

"Do what?"

Instead of touching the door again, the forehead slammed into the wide, calloused ......

Palm of the hand.

Song Qie stops moving, blinks, and sees the palm of her hand reflected in her eyelids, which is very broad and slender, slightly calloused, and the black wristwatch and the sleeves of her coat that are pulled up halfway up her arm, revealing sturdy arms, as if she wasn't afraid of the cold.

He glanced hesitantly to the side.

As expected, it was the one that wasn't afraid of the cold.

"Is banging on the door also a kind of schoolboy behavior?" As soon as Lu Beihuai went upstairs and turned into the corridor, he saw Song Qie's back, and he didn't know where he was doing what he was doing, but he was actually banging on the door. The palm of his hand took this opportunity to probe the temperature of his forehead.

I didn't have a fever anymore, and I thought I had fried my brain.

Song Qie wrinkled her nose and straightened up, suddenly her nose itched and she sneezed away from her face.

"No door to enter?" Lu Beihuai saw that Song Qie had no intention of going in, and probably guessed what was going on: "Where's your roommate."

Song Qie heard this depressed sideways, was back to Lu Beihuai: "Went out to play."

"Where are your keys." Lu Beihuai asked, his gaze sweeping over the man's shivering shoulders, back in Cambridge before he realized the sudden drop in temperature here.

"......" Song Qie purses her lips.

Back to the figure of thin, perhaps very afraid of the cold, the temperature of a few degrees below zero a sweater and a thin jacket is difficult to provide temperature, but stubbornly do not look at the people close at hand can seek help, pursed lips cold and some white.

Lu Beihuai thought to himself, he really wanted to pull the man inside and forget about it, whether he was listening or not.

--The great taboo of the quest, self-righteousness.

There was a 'click' and the movement of the door opening came from behind him.

Song Qie heard, glanced back and found Lu Beihuai opened the door to go back to the dormitory, and also closed the door kind of, he wanted to cry without tears.

The man had actually brought the key!

Why he didn't have his keys ！！！！

Ah! It's so cold.

Song Qie's forehead flicked agonizingly against the door, wondering if she should brave the cold and ride out downtown, when the door behind her opened again.

"Song Qie."

Song Qie's movements gave way, and when she turned her head, she saw Lu Beihuai standing at the door of the dormitory, holding a warm-looking long down coat.

"We haven't written the beginning of our group paper yet, and you're our research leader, so why don't we discuss how to get started while we're at it, or summarize what we've discussed in the previous sessions, and I can take care of the data analysis and organization."

"This dress is for you."

When Song Qie saw Lu Beihuai walking towards him with his clothes, he reflexively took two steps back, his eyes showing caution, thinking that this person must be trying to trick him into the house again.

He's not going to be fooled!

"I don't--"

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Lu Beihuai lift up his pants and sit down in place beside him.

Lu Beihuai sat in the seat next to Song Qie, tilted his head to look at him, took out his computer from under his down jacket, raised it, and smiled earnestly with a serious face as he said, "Team Leader, writing?"

Song Qie: "......"

What madness.

Sitting in front of your dorm room on a sub-zero degree day writing a paper?

Is this something a normal person could think of?

As it happened, a few students were walking back to their dormitory and passed by them looking at them a bit curiously for a few moments, as if expressing confusion and gossip about their behavior.

Song Qie saw it, panicked and quickly picked up Lu Beihuai's clothes on his shoulders, and urged, "Get up, get up, they're watching us ......."

Lu Beihuai didn't mean to move, and even put the computer on his lap and opened it, "It's okay, we're fine writing here, maybe we'll get inspired."

"...... Lu Beihuai!" Song Qie couldn't carry him, didn't want the eyes of passing students to linger, and simply walked away.

Pretend you don't know him.

But Lu Beihuai was sitting on his doorstep, and actually played the keyboard.

Song Qie felt really cold and didn't want to stay here, thinking that she could just ride her bike to the city, not wanting to go crazy here.

Just as he twisted his head to leave.

"I've heard about your stock market modeling algorithms since I didn't know you were Adrian."

Song Qie stops dead in her tracks.

Lu Beihuai raised his eyes and looked at the single thin figure that was about to leave, "Song Qie, you said that you are not convinced by me, so should we bet on it."

"What's the bet?"

Lu Beihuai saw Song Qie turn his head.

The hallway was lit like day, falling on that very deceptive face.

Lu Beihuai Against the pair of beautiful eyes that are willing to look at himself squarely, is cold, his nose is frozen red, like a beautiful poor puppy, but he only dare to think not dare to speak out.

"I'd like to see Adrian's maneuvering skills."

Song Qie frowned.

"I'll bet you with Moreover Capital, if you can short competitive rivals in the course of maneuvering after the listing of Cowen Pharmaceuticals, I'll give you fifty percent of Moreover Capital's shares."

Lu Beihuai absently leaned against the door and looked at Song Qie: "Five billion dollars."

Song Qie's head 'buzzed'.

This guy ......

Are you crazy?

"Put your clothes on first if you want to play." Lu Beihuai raised the duffle coat in his hand.

Song Qie : "......"