"If you're not Song Qie, then who do I like?"

Fragile 61

Time moved forward methodically.

Song Qie didn't realize that the tension she felt with Lu Beihuai would be temporarily put on hold by the project at hand.

He was a bit surprised and underestimated Lu Beihuai's ability, or maybe overestimated himself.

More than that, I didn't expect to be that much at work ......

One shot.

It was something he could never have imagined, and had never encountered before, the feeling that what he wanted to say, or what he couldn't say, had been guessed by Lu Beihuai.

Just in his own stock prediction model has been carried out by Lu Beihuai in the discussion group to discuss the feasibility of many times, he really got a lot of inspiration from the middle, he seems to be too limited to the A-share market prediction algorithms, in fact, whether it is the A-share or other stocks have the logic of the same way of thinking.

The listing plan of Cowen Pharmaceuticals is also advancing, and even in the case of solid foundation of the pharmaceutical industry, all the information meets the listing requirements of the U.S. stock market, and even the listing time is likely to be shortened under the strong capital.

So the IPO (public offering) was priced at a surprisingly high level.

This information was essentially finalized within three months.

Last pricing was also in NYC, got a great price.

......

"Would you like to have dinner tonight?"

After the meeting, Song Qie was packing up his materials, when he heard a voice from in front of him, he sniffed and looked over.

Lu Beihuai is walking in from outside the conference room, wearing a meticulously tailored black shirt, buttoned up to the top, and gold-rimmed spectacles that under normal circumstances would still have a personal appeal.

"I have to fly back to England tomorrow afternoon." Song Qie withdrew her eyes and put away the things at hand.

"I know." Lu Beihuai walks up to Song Qie, listening to his businesslike tone, "Can't I just thank you for dinner?"

"Is it really just a thank you?" Song Qie picks up her materials and computer and heads out with her bag.

Recently Lu Beihuai's behavior was out of his expectation, not as strong as the sense of persecution as before, but he was not a fool who didn't feel anything, he felt that Lu Beihuai still had something for him.

But what exactly is the picture at this point.

"It's really just a thank you." Lu Beihuai carried the computer bag away from him, just as he had done in the past, and perhaps sensing Song Qie looking at him, laughed, "Remember how you always bullied me into carrying things for you before?"

Song Qie frowned.

"I did hate it at the time, but now that I think about it it seems like a different feeling." Lu Beihuai led him to the elevator entrance and took it to the parking garage.

Song Qie sees that the floor number isn't going to the first floor: "What are you doing in the parking lot?"

"Come to my house for dinner tonight, I'll cook for you."

The elevator doors opened and Lu Beihuai stepped out first, looking sideways at Song Qie in the elevator, his hand blocking the door, "I bought an apartment on the Upper East Side."

Song Qie stepped out of the elevator and heard him say he was on the Upper East Side and had heard something about the prices in that area, "Where?"

"Central Park."

Song Qie raised her eyebrows and looked at Lu Beihuai: "How much?"

"2.5."

"Billions?"

"Uh, dollars."

Song Qie heard a black eye and rubbed her forehead, "Have you never properly counted how much money you have."

The man has already gotten to this point in only three years.

From the teenager who had to fight tooth and nail for his medical bills, to the apartment in front of him that was 250 million dollars at the drop of a hat, isn't money very important to Lu Beihuai? Why did he squander it like this after getting it?

"I can't count money." Lu Beihuai takes out the car keys.

Not far away hidden in the dark black Bugatti lit up, smooth and extreme appearance and texture has seen the value of this car.

Song Qie couldn't stop laughing, feeling severely irritated.

Seriously, although he had an internship position at Red Feather Capital and his boss had offered him a high annual salary, his pockets were empty because he had a lot of projects on hand, basically none of them had reached the stage of dividends yet, and all of them were still being invested outwards.

Didn't buy a car or a house.

It's also fortunate that the school is in the village, so he can travel freely between the school and the city by bicycle, and then it's a matter of flying to the U.S. or home from time to time, and he hasn't thought about where he wants to go yet, but he kind of doesn't want to go to graduate school.

Unless it's mandatory that this is a knockout.

"Do you like this car?" Lu Beihuai noticed Song Qie looking at his car and handed him the keys, "It's for you."

Song Qie gave him a sly look, "How much is the car?"

"4800."

Song Qie lifted her hand and gently pushed the car keys back, smiling awkwardly yet politely, "No need, I didn't get a driver's license."

48 million he can't really afford to pay if he crashes, he really doesn't have much money he can take out and flow right now, it's just a lot of projects.

"Then I'll be your driver." Lu Beihuai retrieved the car keys and walked to the passenger seat, slightly bending down to open the car door, his hand gripped on the top position of the door before looking at Song Qie : "Mr. Song, get in the car."

The light in the parking lot was not too bright, the car was parked in the middle between bright and dark, the light fell on the tall young man standing beside the car, black shirt, silver rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, carrying an aura between a young man and a mature man. When not talking this face is really outstanding superior, let a person can because of the face with a perfect filter, think it will be a perfect man.

Absolutely can't think of anything this guy has ever done.

Underneath the perfect skin lies an extremely crazy heart.

His gaze couldn't help but fall to the hand holding the top of the car door, the shirt sleeve half-nightly revealing a small arm vaguely covered in bruises, and the movement of his grip on the top of the car saw the tattoo of the kitten again.

Gentleman's initiative and kitten tattoos on one man at the same time, contradictory yet ......

Inexplicably reasonable.

For this man is Lu Beihuai, a frightening yet elusive presence.

Song Qie met Lu Beihuai's gaze under his glasses, saw that he was smiling, and suspected that she had been caught in a tiger's den, obviously more than two months ago they were arguing so much, and now they were able to get along with each other because of work matters.

His hand hanging down by his leg subconsciously clenched the seam of his pants, and there was a moment of silence before he spoke, "Lu Beihuai, I don't want to go."

"Reason." Lu Beihuai asked.

"I think it's good and healthy for us to stay on top of our work at the moment, and it's hard for us to get along well except for that layer of work." Song Qie Truthfully, that's where he's very conflicted.

If it wasn't for the things Lu Beihuai had done to him, he wouldn't have been so afraid of the man.

Of course, he also knew that Lu Beihuai did not know that he was no longer a ' Song Qie ', and even if he had said something in a fit of rage before, he might not believe it, but how was he going to prove that he was not a ' Song Qie ', and that he now wanted to live as But how is he going to prove that he is not 'Song Qie' and now wants to live as himself, and how is he going to explain to Lu Beihuai that there is an information gap between them that can't be explained by science, as if he can't explain it in any way that makes it seem like he can't do it alone.

For Lu Beihuai, 'Song Qie' is the one who holds a grudge, but now he shows another attitude towards him.

During this period of time, in addition to work whenever he came and Huai capital branch, his desktop will be placed in a thermos cup, filled with millet pumpkin porridge.

Lu Beihuai's attention is drawn to him whenever he shows signs of abnormality.

He even asked him if he had taken his medication after greeting him every time we met.

...... and other such things.

Just like when he first came here, Lu Beihuai was also so 'meticulous' in his care, and all the details of his life showed a level of familiarity that was by no means a habit of taking care of people in a day or two.

Putting aside ' Song Qie 's arrogant and domineering behavior, that means taking care of ' Song Qie 's attitude as well.

For him, he stood in his own point of view to think about what Lu Beihuai did to himself, at first thought Lu Beihuai could slowly let go of his hatred for ' Song Qie ', but found that the plot development is still the same, and finally felt that he was aggrieved before choosing to give up, and that he was trying to protect himself.

But Lu Beihuai doesn't understand it that way.

It's the feeling that ' Song Qie ' is running away.

So all the behavior now is an attempt to ask him what makes him run away.

"I don't accept this reason." Lu Beihuai see Song Qie not over, he did not move, just like this look at him, tone calm: "You have to say a let me accept the reason, put aside the work of the matter between us a lot of things have not been resolved, some of my behavior I am wrong I admit, but you do wrong, you can not be denied, if you do not admit you have to tell me a reason. "

"Song Qie, you're cheating when you say you're not a 'Song Qie.'"

Song Qie is extremely torn, it is true that this matter will not be resolved because of their work, but he can not prove that he is not ' Song Qie ', so it is not easy to continue.

There's really no way for him to justify what's going on with him.

Lu Beihuai stared at the beautiful young man standing in front of him, seeing that he had originally gone from the look of certainty of rejection to the look of depression to the point of wanting to cry, hanging his head and not looking at himself, seemingly a little anxious: "So I'm not cheating, and you can't cheat either."

"I didn't cheat, but I ......" Song Qie sighed depressingly, he suddenly thought of a solution that didn't entangle him, and raised his eyes to Lu Beihuai : "This is good, things between us are are even."

He'd dismissed the previous incident as a dog bite, in order to quell the unrelenting this you-are-chasing-me.

"Get even?"

Song Qie nodded her head vigorously, "Well, even, even for what 'I' bullied you about, even for what you bullied me about." Said and made small movements.

"Are you afraid of me."

Song Qie : "......" knowingly asked, he pretended to be calm and said, "Not really."

"You can get even if you want, come to my house for dinner."

Song Qie's eyes showed caution when she heard that she still had to go to dinner, "Didn't you say you were getting even, why do you still need to eat, I'll go eat by myself."

"No more talking then."

Lu Beihuai slammed the passenger door shut and headed for the driver's seat.

Song Qie was relieved to see Lu Beihuai leaving just like that.

"I'm officially chasing you starting tomorrow."

The words landed in the parking lot with unmistakable clarity.

Song Qie's face turned white with fear, and looking toward Lu Beihuai, who was walking to the driver's seat, she ran over in a hurry and pulled him back, "Wait wait wait--no, wait a minute!"

Lu Beihuai swept his eyes down to the hand that was pulling at him and raised them again absently, "Or do you want me to start now?"

"No!" Song Qie tilted her head, panic in her eyes, "Let's talk this out."

"Then come to my house for dinner."

"...... just have to eat?"

"You may not eat."

"Then I ......"

"I can start chasing you now." Lu Beihuai gripped Song Qie's shoulders and made to press him against the car door.

Song Qie was so frightened that she raised her arms to shield her face and anxiously raised her voice: "I'll eat! I'll eat at your house!!!"

The volume echoed through the parking lot, and it was kinda humiliating to have the echoes swing back.

Until a laugh fell from overhead.

Song Qie carefully pulled down his arm a little, revealing his eyes, he saw Lu Beihuai standing two steps away from himself, and did not touch him, the atmosphere suddenly had so slightly awkward, he resentfully put down his arm, to ease the embarrassment of swaying twice, turned to the co-pilot, pretending to be relaxed:

"...... Just eat."

He said opening the car door and getting in.

Lu Beihuai laughed at the sight of people getting on the bus before getting on as well.

The vehicle slowly pulls out of the parking lot and blends into the night of traffic.

Neon lights swept across the windows, dappled light outlining the face in the driver's seat and the bony hand gripping the steering wheel, sitting in the left driver's seat, the tattoo on his right arm visible.

"See my tattoo?"

The words broke the silence in the car.

Song Qie withdrew her eyes and twisted her head to drop her gaze outside the window, "...... accidentally saw it."

"Not curious why I have a tattoo?"

"Not curious."

Another laugh rang out.

Like it's funny.

Song Qie ："...... "What are you laughing at? What's so funny? He didn't say anything.

Does that dinner really even things out?

Can he trust this man?

Ten minutes later, the car pulled into the Upper East Side.

As a prestigious rich district this area brings together high net worth people from financial investment banks, etc., and is known as the romantic penthouse above the clouds, residing at more than 400 meters, more than six hundred square feet of duplex apartments, which were taken after the listing, with the ultimate view of the Central Park.

When the door is opened, the city's neon rainbow and moonlight tilt into the room through the 4-meter-high floor-to-ceiling windows, and the gurgling light and shadows flow like the Milky Way under the minimalist black-and-white décor.

Floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the busiest part of the neighborhood, and it's easy to stand in this position and take it all in.

People who were once stepped on are now in high positions of power.

Song Qie had imagined many times that he would be able to establish himself in New York, but he had never imagined that the first place he stood was Lu Beihuai's apartment. Looking out from this angle, his blood seemed to gradually boil from a gentle pace, and the tingling sensation that surged up from the soles of his feet was no less than the first time he went to Red Feather Capital, which he had thought was high enough at the time, but this place seemed even higher.

"Feel free to look around, I'm going to make dinner." Lu Beihuai put the car keys in the foyer and walked towards the kitchen.

Song Qie, who could not bear to let Lu Beihuai cook by himself, followed up, "Should I help you?"

The kitchen is not too far away, located just to the right of the front door.

The area is very large and is divided into a central and western kitchen, all fully equipped with kitchen utensils and equipment, and you can tell that there is regular cooking going on.

Lu Beihuai put on the black apron that was hanging off to the side and saw the figure walk into the kitchen in his afterglow, "So tell me what you can do." Said the figure as he walked over to the refrigerator door.

The built-in wall refrigerator is so large that once you open it, you have ingredients that can basically fulfill your daily needs.

The little pumpkins were the first to catch the eye.

Song Qie also saw it, he walked to the nearby sink as if he didn't see it, unscrewed the water and bent down to wash his hands: "I can still wash a dish or something."

"You like brussels sprouts?"

Song Qie was dumbfounded by this question, shook off his hands and straightened up, not noticing Lu Beihuai walking behind him, and when he turned around, he ran straight into his arms.

"...... Well." He covered his nose in pain and looked up with a huff.

Lu Beihuai raised the left and right hands of the small pumpkin, was knocked into the arms of Song Qie so glaring, presumably bumped into the pain of the eye sockets a little red, teary-eyed not much of a deterrent: "It's you who bumped into it, and then the first to complain."

Song Qie: "."

"I'll make a pumpkin steamed ribs, do you want anything else?" Lu Beihuai puts the small pumpkin in the draining basket and bends down to clean the surface of the pumpkin.

"Can we stop eating pumpkins?" Song Qie stood at the sink, watching the large hands that turned and washed the pumpkins, palms rubbing against the surface, the two bébé pumpkins looking pocket-sized under those large hands.

Lu Beihuai gave him a look, "Don't want to eat?"

"I don't want to eat." Song Qie grimaced, despondent at the thought.

"So what do you want to eat."

Song Qie pursed her lips and tentatively met Lu Beihuai's questioning gaze, "I want to eat something spicy."

Lu Beihuai faintly withdrew his eyes and continued to wash the pumpkin, "Don't you know you can't eat spicy food, did you eat spicy food when you went to school in Cambridge?"

The sound of water coming from the faucet seemed to mask the volume of the half-spoken words without diminishing the slightly unpleasant tone.

"I know to eat a light diet, I just want to eat." Song Qie heard the meaning in Lu Beihuai's tone, skimmed her mouth, leaned her back against the sink, and muttered in a small voice, "...... If you don't eat it, you don't have to eat it, just saying."

"Go out and sit down, you can't help here." Lu Beihuai put the washed pumpkin on the cutting board on one side, took down the sharp knife, the speed of the knife was very fast, the skillful technique divided the pumpkin into small pieces and put it into a plate, then opened the ribs that were marinated on the side and used chopsticks to place the ribs on the pumpkin.

After putting the steamed ribs with pumpkin on the pot, you take out the fresh beef and cut it again.

The beef was sliced thin and beautifully textured.

"What's the beef going to be?"

"Fried peppers."

Song Qie gulped.

Lu Beihuai gave Song Qie another look, "Don't want to eat?"

Song Qie nodded, "It's edible."

Lu Beihuai smiled without saying a word and lowered his head to continue thinly slicing the beef.

In this way, before and after, and in less than forty minutes, the simple three dishes were served along with the time it took for the rice to steam.

The dining table was large enough to seat twenty people, and now only two were seated.

Song Qie also did not expect, in addition to work they once again calmly sit down to eat.

He picked up his chopsticks, tasted the beef fried chili, that spicy flavor rushed him to spit out his tongue and hissed, and hurriedly picked up the glass at hand to pour the water down, only to start hiccuping when he poured it in too fast.

"Do you still need to eat?" Lu Beihuai Seeing him drinking water like this.

Song Qie put down her glass of water, so spicy that her lips hurt, "Some of it is spicy."

Lu Beihuai put several pieces into his mouth with chopsticks and swallowed without expression, "I can't eat spicy food, I won't do it next time."

Song Qie: "......"

Lu Beihuai, seeing his depressed look, picked up the chopsticks next to him and picked apart the chili and pinched the beef into the empty plate in front of him, "No more chili, eat the meat."

Soon, this plate was full of beef.

"......"

Probably ate like that for about ten minutes.

"I didn't know you were here until I came to Cambridge."

Song Qie had just stuffed a mouthful of rice into his mouth, it had been too long since he had eaten rice with such flavors, and the British rice was really tormenting him, thinking that it was just too good.

After hearing Lu Beihuai speak, he looked over.

"I'm here to see Adrian."

Song Qie's swallowing motion stalled, and her eyes looked puzzled.

Lu Beihuai has finished eating, leaning back, Song Qie eating appearance in the eyes, know that this person eat originally slow also has him slowly eat: "I want him to join and Huai capital."

"?" Song Qie was a bit surprised.

"I just didn't realize he was you." Lu Beihuai lifts his chin slightly, "You eat your food, I'll talk mine."

"Full." Song Qie put down her chopsticks.

Lu Beihuai couldn't help but frown when he heard him say he was full, "My cooking isn't good?"

"No, I'm really full." Song Qie showed him the bowl of eaten-up rice, picked it up, realized what she was doing, and silently put it back on the table, "Go ahead."

"How much does Red Feather Capital pay you per year."

Song Qie didn't expect Lu Beihuai to ask so directly, but he didn't intend to answer, after all, he was still just an intern at the moment, and the big pie drawn by his boss was going to get bigger and smaller depending on his performance, "That's something I'm not in a position to--"

"I'll give you three times what he gave you."

Song Qie subconsciously shook her head, "I have my own plans, it's not money that will keep me."

"Let's go then." Lu Beihuai stood up.

"Hmm?"

"I'll show you my stash." Lu Beihuai flexed his hand on the tabletop and raised his hand to point upstairs.

Song Qie was confused by the off-topic topic, how could the next topic be started before the previous one was finished, what the hell was this person thinking.

The double-story duplex adds up to nearly 1,200 square feet, and the upstairs is decorated in the same style as the downstairs.

I don't know if I'm a big fan of art, but there are paintings and vases everywhere.

Until it stopped in front of a white door.

Lu Beihuai stood in front of the door, one hand loosely inserted into his suit pocket as he turned sideways to look at Song Qie : "This room is the best-lit spot in the house, hiding my favorite things."

With that said, gently push open this double door.

The moment the door opened.

The penthouse, cloudy romantic interpretation is confirmed in this moment.

The only lights on in the room were a wall sconce, and spotlights on the walls.

Spotlights shone on the nearly five-meter-high giant jigsaw puzzle, like a drooping light, seeing the teenager on the puzzle clearly. The teenager was sleeping on his desk, the light from the window falling vaguely on his cheeks, the fineness of the jigsaw puzzle was such that even the small fluffy hairs on his cheeks could be seen clearly, not to mention all the micro-details of this beautiful face as it slept, making the teenager in the picture come to life.

Giant jigsaw puzzles sit opposite floor-to-ceiling windows with the most extreme night view of Central Park, making them the best decorative paintings in the room.

The sleeping teenager in the painting was just like the person standing in the doorway at that moment.

Song Qie's heart trembled as he breathed heavily and tilted his head, staring at the puzzle in disbelief.

...... This is him.

It doesn't seem to be 'Song Qie'.

"This puzzle is three meters wide and five meters high, there are four hundred and fifty thousand pieces of the puzzle, it took me two and a half years to put it together." Lu Beihuai lifted his hand and held Song Qie's shoulder, following his line of sight to look at the teenager on the jigsaw together, "I wrote three words on the back of each piece of the jigsaw, four hundred and fifty thousand pieces of the jigsaw, and I wrote it once for each puzzle. You should know my character as a person, what I want to do will definitely be done, no matter how hard it is."

Song Qie didn't move, her body was stiff.

...... This is Lu Beihuai's obsession in the original article, before the episode was able to make ' Song Qie ' die in bed, so now what.

Where did the plot stray to.

"You said I couldn't keep you with money, so I won't use it." Lu Beihuai puts his hand down and walks over to the puzzle, he puts his hand on the switch on the wall and flicks it down before stepping back.

In an instant, the original jigsaw puzzle on the wall instantly fell, every part of the sleeping teenager's details all drifted and fell to the ground, like a huge avalanche, avalanched and fell to the ground with a loud sound.

Turns out it's a jigsaw puzzle attached to a magnet.

But--

But reveals another secret.

A poster was attached to a giant magnet board.

Poster wearing a pink dress on the teenager fell sitting on the bed, skin white as snow, beautiful face crying face flushed, afraid of the eyes penetrating bright as a glass ball, such a visual impact is really stimulating adrenaline.

Song Qie's pupils clenched, and her breathing began to catch a little again.

Lu Beihuai presses the switch on the wall again, and the huge poster falls from the wall to the ground with a loud bang.

Sleeping teenagers, crying teenagers all folded in the dust.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows were only reflecting vividly another face at the moment, a beautiful face full of incredulity.

"For me everything can be started over and it's okay to fail."

Lu Beihuai stood beside the pile of jigsaw puzzles, dust flying, expensive black shirt and pants stained with a little dust, but he just carelessly took off his glasses, wiped them clean, and put them back on the bridge of his nose, his eyes gazing at Song Qie, who had not yet slowed down: "I can reassemble these 450,000 pieces of jigsaw puzzles."

"...... Why." Song Qie Brain buzzing.

What makes Lu Beihuai's obsession so deep.

According to reason, after he came, even if he didn't make Lu Beihuai put down his hatred towards ' Song Qie ', there was at least a little bit of easing, even if he escaped in the end it was never possible for Lu Beihuai to come to the point of hating him.

Is it worth all that effort ......

Four hundred and fifty thousand pieces of the puzzle.

This guy is crazy.

As he finished, he saw Lu Beihuai bend down to pick up a puzzle piece and walk towards him.

Subconsciously, he stepped back.

But there wasn't a chance for him to step back much before his wrist was gripped and pulled forward a little closer.

Stumbling on his feet, a piece of the puzzle was shoved into his hand, and the hand was in the grip of the other man's large hand.

"Baby, look."

Song Qie's ears instantly reddened when he heard this address, he pursed his lips, but when he lowered his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the words on the back of the jigsaw puzzle, his pupils clenched, and the hairs on his body stood up in sweat.

"I've thought about it for a long time, and I've used a lot of methods, and I still don't think it's right."

There were only three words on the puzzle, beautifully written with a biting penmanship.

"The Song Qie I knew was arrogant and bossy, never had a mouth on her, wasn't polite, and never treated me like a person."

Song Qie's hand could not be withdrawn, being held by this big hand in a death grip, as if asking him to seriously look at the words on the back of the puzzle, while he stared at the words on the puzzle, pursed his lips tightly, his chest heaving up and down, and his eyes instantly reddening.

"But after waking up, Song Qie is a bit grumpy, but his ears are soft, he will obey me, he will protect me, he will be scared when he sees me boxing, he will help donate bone marrow, he will only cry when he is bullied by me, so he is too good to be true." Lu Beihuai leaned down, close to Song Qie's ear, listening to the small movement of his breathing disorder: "Why?"

The thin shoulders of the person in his arms shivered.

Lu Beihuai grasped this hand that wanted to escape, his arm was very thin, didn't dare to exert force, his side eye circled this nervous appearance into the bottom of his eyes, the color of his eyes was hidden and unknown.

"If you're not Song Qie, then who are you?"

"Who I like."

Song Qie's body trembled violently as she looked at Lu Beihuai in shock.

The puzzle in his hand was crumpled.

The wording is just like it is written:

-Who You Are.