Chapter 6: "Are you heartbroken?"

Fragile and weak6

As soon as school ended that afternoon, Song Qie asked his driver to take him to a barbershop to get his hair colored.

I wanted Lu Beihuai to go with me.

"Young master, I have to go to my part-time job, so I may not be able to accompany you."

Outside the black sedan, Song Qie sits in the back, looking sideways at Lu Beihuai, who is holding the door and not about to get in, and can't help but frown when she hears him say he's going to a part-time job:

"What are you going to do on the side?"

Lu Beihuai was a little surprised that Song Qie would ask him, as before he would just ignore him and get in the car after school, not even asking him if he wanted to get in the car and letting the driver drive away:

"Trying to make some money."

Song Qie does wonder what he's doing on the side, but now he's even more curious about what he's doing it for, and it seems like his sister didn't tell him about the novel in detail before:

"What are you doing making money, trying to leave me?"

He was silent himself after that statement, really, it was so strange how it came out.

"My father is sick, and I want to earn some medical money so that he doesn't have to work so hard." Lu Beihuai looked at Song Qie and saw him staring at himself as if he was worried about himself, and couldn't help but let his suspicions be confirmed a little more, "I won't leave young master."

The dumbass probably liked himself.

For saving him himself.

Song Qie saw Lu Beihuai suddenly smiled gently towards him, and even said these words, his ears couldn't help but redden, he slightly panicked and reached out to close the car door, but he saw Lu Beihuai suddenly bent down close to him.

The heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

...... It was too close, and he didn't like people getting that close to him.

This is what it's all about!

There was a 'click' and the seatbelt was fastened.

Lu Beihuai pulled away now and stood up holding onto the car door, "You forgot to fasten your seatbelt, I'll do it for you, I'll go first then."

If Song Qie really likes him, can the plan to take away everything from Song Qie be far behind?

Song Qie was still trying to speak when he saw Lu Beihuai closing the car door for him and turning away.

"......" Really, haven't even asked him how much he makes a month on the side.

So, Lu Beihuai's father is sick? Song Qie's biological father is sick, that's really bad, he has to intervene to find out what's going on.

The information he had now was too little, not enough to move the plot forward quickly enough, he had to think of something he could do to get Lu Beihuai to know his identity a little faster.

As night falls, the luxurious Song Family Garden is also lit up.

"Aigoo, young master, your hair is dyed black, so you look good."

Song Qie just walked into the villa, saw the aunt came up, a come up is to him a bunch of praise, praised him before he said his ears first red, suddenly a little embarrassed, touched his ears:

"...... just think it's better to dye back, want to study hard."

Oops really, why praise so directly, people will be embarrassed.

Auntie found out that recently this little ancestor of the family's temper is really good more than half a star, before not to mention chatting, even so meet to say a few words is like a bomb, a little on the explosion.

She looked at Song Qie after praising the red face, this appearance do not mention how good, I can not help but feel that if Mr. and Mrs. come back must also be happy, it seems to play a surfing is really a blessing, it is not too late to understand things ah.

"Are you hungry after doing your hair for so long, should I get you something to eat now, young master?"

Song Qie was actually a bit hungry, after all, it took quite a long time to get his hair done, he was a bit embarrassed, "Then I'll trouble you, Auntie."

Auntie heard the young master speak in such a tone, simply feel like a new person, the heart is repeatedly surprised, these days is really too polite, with the transformation, well-behaved and cultured.

"No trouble, then young master, you go upstairs and take a bath first, I'll bring it up to you in a while."

"Okay, thank you Auntie, thank you for your hard work." Song Qie nodded slightly, her eyes curved in a smile.

It's eleven o'clock.

Lu Beihuai hand carrying a school bag, wearing only a short-sleeved black t-shirt, lip stickers on the corner of the band-aid, forehead hair slightly damp and low hanging, sturdy arm taut muscle lines, is a well-trained traces of the right hand with the right hand joints of the bone with traces of a few broken skin, exudes the hostility of the living do not approach the hostile atmosphere.

He walked expressionlessly into the villa just in time to see his aunt preparing to enter the elevator with a tray and gather his emotions.

"Eh, Beihuai you're back?" Auntie saw Lu Beihuai's appearance and couldn't help but frown in pain, "Why are you hurt again, are you hungry, Auntie just happened to cook noodles for the young master, there's more than enough, would you like to eat some?"

"I'll take it up to him." Lu Beihuai reached out to take the tray from his aunt.

Auntie saw Lu Beihuai's arm and hand joints are injured, eyes worried: "This guy, in the end you go part-time what ah? Every time you come back, you're always covered in injuries, it can't be that you've been □□□, can it?"

Lu Beihuai smiled, with a few tired and lazy decadence, his tone was quite indifferent to himself, "There is a lack of money now, my father's life is important."

After saying that, he carried the tray towards the elevator entrance.

Auntie emotionally looked at Lu Beihuai's back, "...... Lao Lu you really gave birth to a hard-working son, you have to get through it."

There was a 'ding' and the elevator doors opened.

Lu Beihuai heads for Song Qie's bedroom.

This person is born to enjoy the life of fortune, the bedroom area occupies a whole floor of the third floor, he can only be said to be the life of the subordinate to take advantage of the same age with Song Qie the same year and the same day of the light, when he was a child, Song Qie's parents want to be Song Qie to accompany him.

I've been with Song Qie for ten years, from the age of eight to the present.

Every birthday is spent in the corner of Song Qie's birthday party, even his eighteenth, and as long as he doesn't get what he wants, he'll stay in Song Qie's shadow.

Knowing that you will not be willing to do so.

Nor would you just resign yourself to living in an area where even Song Qie's bathroom is bigger than your room.

He stopped in front of the large double doors to Song Qie's bedroom and lifted his hand to knock lightly, his bony knuckles accidentally touching the wound he had just inflicted when he hit the door, and his brow merely furrowed.

"Come in."

He pushed the door open when he heard Song Qie's voice.

Song Qie's bedroom is a five-bedroom, two-bathroom layout, with a large panoramic floor-to-ceiling living room, the best view in the entire lodge.

Only the teenager who would have been playing games in the den was sitting cross-legged on the living room carpet with his head buried in some unknown writing.

Instead, his eyes fell on the hair dyed back to its original color.

"Eh? You're back." Song Qie saw that it was Lu Beihuai who came in and raised her head to look at him.

The crystal chandelier in the living room dropped crystal prisms of light that fell on the teenager sitting cross-legged on the carpet with a bright smile.

He dyed back to this hair color slightly brown light, hair obviously cared for soft and smooth, arched eyebrows dyeing smile, bright eyes are rippling with laughter, wearing white home clothes, the whole person is really clean and beautiful.

Where there is still from the previous half arrogant and domineering, clothes do not wear properly, hanging with a gangster-like appearance, simply transformed.

The temperament is completely different.

The difference between clay and jade.

It seems to be really intent on trying to attract him.

Song Qie looked up and saw the band-aid on Lu Beihuai's lip and the bruise on his arm, and couldn't help but frown, "What were you doing, getting into a fight?"

Lu Beihuai brought the tray over to the coffee table and set it down, "Your midnight snack, young master."

Just then, a slightly cool hand touched the corner of his lips, and his preparations to straighten up came to an abrupt halt.

"Lu Beihuai, what exactly are you doing part time?" Song Qie saw the faintly visible bruise at the edge of Lu Beihuai's lip, and saw the bruise on his arm, and made a bold guess: "It can't be ...... getting beat up to make money, right?"

Lu Beihuai tried to speak, but accidentally pulled the wound on his lip and sucked in a breath of pain.

Song Qie immediately panicked, raised her hand to fan his lips, but felt that this action was so stupid, awkwardly wanted to lower her hand, but when she did so, she was suddenly gripped by her wrist.

"......"

Ah, don't like people touching themselves like that, so nervous.

This white with pink ears red look reflected in someone's eyes, confirming some kind of speculation.

Why did he suddenly treat him very differently than before, why did he want to study well with him, why did he pay so much attention to image management all of a sudden.

"Young master, are you feeling sorry for me?"

Song Qie tries to pull his hand back, but his grip is tight.

He wanted to say something, his eyelashes fluttered lightly, and only after a moment did he raise his eyes to Lu Beihuai : "...... No, or what? Can't I be heartbroken?"

Lu Beihuai's heart sank.

Sure enough, the pampered loser really likes him.