"Lu Beihuai, you think I'm too nice to coax."

The weak and delicate 62

The large size of the hidden room is a well-designed layout, and the spacious height of the first and second floors is the only way to have such a stunning visual effect.

Giant jigsaw puzzles are shocking when they hang, and even more shocking when they fall apart with a bang when they are destroyed.

The floor-to-ceiling window reflected the two close to the figure, as if with a few meters outside the window of the ultimate night scene, seemingly small, but standing in front of the tall body of the beautiful young people is even more slender, especially by the moment the man behind the big hand on the shoulder, like a wide arm in the embrace.

"Then tell me, who I like."

A calm inquiry fell overhead.

Song Qie's body trembled steeply, feeling the firm chest pressed against his back, and the two hands holding his shoulders were the strength that couldn't be broken free, as if the movements had already told him the toughness of this mandatory question.

He didn't move, clutching the puzzle in his hand, a hot potato with three words under the question.

Even though he was deliberately in control, trying to act as natural as possible, the fidgety fingertips pressed against the folded puzzle pieces betrayed him.

"It's okay not to answer."

Lu Beihuai lets go of his hand and walks over to the wall next to him and flicks the switch, while walking over to the desk next to him and turning on his computer.

A blank wall lands on the curtain and the light from the projector is thrown on the curtain, and in a few seconds, a PowerPoint presentation appears on the curtain.

The title is:

The Process of Argumentation that Song Qie is not Song Qie.

Two people, a large curtain, like a triangular stand, taking in each other's expressions without any dead ends.

Lu Beihuai stood in front of the desk, lifting his hand to hold the mirror frame, eyelids slightly lifted, looking at Song Qie who stood not far away with a tense body: "We met when we were ten years old, and from what I know of you you don't like to study."

Said tapping the touchpad.

Only to see the big screen appeared is a report card, the table densely listed from elementary school to high school every semester all the subject scores, even made a line graph, line graph in a long period of time are flat not much increase curve, until the last semester of senior high school, the first month is still the same as before, but in the second month, the line graph shows a sudden upward trend.

"But from the time you woke up, you naturally joined the study lineup, and also showed dissatisfaction with my grades, you thought I had bad grades, and I wondered countless times at the time what qualifications you had to think I had bad grades, and you said you wanted to get into Harvard, and in my heart of hearts, I was thinking that you were talking out of your ass."

The man in the black shirt had his arms calmly propped up in front of the large minimalist desk, his face was stoic, his back to the window nearly one hundred and eighty degrees overlooking the night view vista of Central Park, the soaring four hundred meters high penthouse apartment made everything outside the window the back of the man, and any more understatement would have been oppressive.

"Everything else is fine, for example, your sudden change in attitude towards me, showing me favor, I thought it was a new game you were trying to play on me, I even thought that I could still tolerate it for the sake of this degree, after all, I have something in mind for the Song family, and I tolerate it so that I can get what I want, and get in touch with connections I could never get in touch with in my life. But I really didn't think that your grades were real."

Lu Beihuai under the glasses slightly staring eyebrows, face puzzled, this handsome face reveals never seen distress: "you woke up the performance, as if the K line trend, the stock shows 45 degrees up, predicted trend to be stronger than the general market, to my understanding of Song Qie, impossible, he stupid to no bounds."

The words trailed off even with obvious disgust, the polar opposite of the gentle words from a moment ago.

"That's suspicion number one."

Lu Beihuai turned to the next page of the PowerPoint, and the subheading above was written about behavioral analysis.

"You've abused cats, I've seen you play several cats to death with sticks and fire roasts, you enjoy the abuse of weak creatures."

The words echoed in the spacious space, the smooth tone gradually colored with indifference as well as abhorrence.

"But then you'll feed the stray cats, and you haven't even finished breakfast yourself."

"You're obviously used to my caretaking behavior, like when I bring you clothes, you'll purposely ask me to help you put them on, and when I don't you use it as a way to scold me just to satisfy your feelings of using your power. But when you woke up not only did I not accept me helping you put it on, you were especially shy."

"Shyness is not a word that can be found in you, and tears, you don't cry, I've never seen you cry, you grew up too protected, too free, at your fingertips, because you had it all, there was nothing to frustrate you. But you've cried in front of me several times, you kind of don't like me touching you, you're both afraid of me and want to be close to me."

"That's suspicion number two, very different behavior."

Lu Beihuai Further down the page, it says character analysis.

"You never feel guilty for bullying, or guilty for not being able to help, or too aggrieved to fight back after being bullied."

"When you woke up you not only showed me a good attitude, you even tried to help me out with everything, including seeing me go to boxing, you took care of me after I got hurt, which is something you wouldn't have been able to do, if you had known that I was going to boxing and that I could box, you would have been excited to the max and possibly asked me to take you for a ride, and you probably would have thrown a tantrum if I had said I couldn't play. But you're not, you're still scared and worried."

"Even when you took the three of them thinking to go with me to settle what happened before, you started to favor me in front of the three of them."

"And you never forget to take your medication because you're so afraid of something happening to you that you always find 'recreational ways' to get yourself in the mood, so your surgeries have been very successful over the years. But you seem to forget that you have a heart condition when you wake up, and you forget to take your medication three times, when it's obvious that you've never forgotten to take your medication before, as if you weren't the one who was sick."

Lu Beihuai continues to turn the page with a handwriting comparison.

"I don't know if you've noticed that your handwriting is very different from before, you were writing particularly bad penmanship before, because you didn't learn the language well, but now you're writing correctly, it's not exactly beautiful, but it's particularly neat, and one stroke of the brush is regular and neat."

He said, clicking on a picture.

It's a handwriting appraisal.

The identification consisted of the same set of question papers, which were the very same set of question papers that were used before the re-testing of the last two months of the senior year, as well as a comparison of the handwriting of the question papers that had been previously tested.

"What intrigues me is that this handwriting at the back is fake." Lu Beihuai circled the neatly written paper with the mouse and looked at Song Qie : "The handwriting of the paper you retook was identified as fake."

The results of the appraisal were:

[The second paper's handwriting was copied by another person.]

Next, the PowerPoint continues to turn the page with a mind map based on the Six Hats Thinking method, which is to change different perspectives to discuss the topic of 'Song Qie is not Song Qie', treating this absurd speculation as an important topic, and the whole process seems to be densely packed.

The whole thing is nonetheless clear and detailed to a mind-numbing degree, with logical thoughts listing the details of the not-so-long time spent together during that time.

It's totally obvious how meticulous and paranoid the mind of the person who made the PowerPoint and did the mind mapping is, just as the 450,000-piece jigsaw puzzle, which took more than two years to complete, can be dismantled in a second.

"You said again, you're not Song Qie."

The end of the PowerPoint is framed on this image.

Song Qie seemed to be frozen in place, the puzzle pieces in her hand had long been trembling in her fingers, the degree of shock was no less than that giant puzzle, the tension of the imminent revelation made her heart beat wildly, the emotions that she had been trying to hide seemed to have been recognized in this moment.

Until he saw the leather shoes that stopped in front of him.

The touch when it touched with his own shoes made the heart flutter.

"Song Qie."

He raised his eyelids slightly and saw Lu Beihuai with his hands behind his back, bending down to come closer, sweeping the warmth of the tip of his nose, gazing at him from close range with eyes as deep as ink and emotions so intense that his breath hitched.

"Now can you tell me if it's Song Qie I like, or you?"

Song Qie tried desperately to remain calm, stubbornly raising her eyes to meet Lu Beihuai's gaze, "Does it matter to you?"

Whether he is or isn't he's being bullied.

Also doing ppt, crazy still doing ppt!!!!!

"Of course it's related." Lu Beihuai took in Song Qie's expression, "If you're Song Qie, then I won't let you go even if I die."

Song Qie pursed her lips, "......"

"If you are not Song Qie." Lu Beihuai pauses for a moment.

Song Qie's heart skipped a beat and the knots in her throat rolled with nervousness.

"Then I like you."

Song Qie's head 'buzzed' and he looked up at Lu Beihuai in surprise, ripples spreading in the bottom of his eyes, then he was gripped by the shoulders, and before he could react, he was led forward.

"What does ...... do?"

Lu Beihuai took the single shoulder and brought the man to the desk, exerting a little force in front of the chair, holding Song Qie's shoulder to make him sit down, and then holding the armrests on both sides, slowly crouching down on one knee in front of him.

Song Qie's body shifted to sit still the moment she was seated, only to sink deeper into the softness of the seat before she was caught off guard by a deep gaze under the lenses, and stared in shock at the sight of the man's behavior.

They say you don't need the Milky Way at night in Manhattan.

This one-knee drop with intent, the luxurious night outside the full floor-to-ceiling window glass seemed to be reduced to a backdrop for this man.

"...... Lu Beihuai?"

Lu Beihuai looked up at Song Qie who was looking at him incredulously from the seat, "I'm not stupid, I know who's who, even if I wondered at first if this was a trick to play on me, I sensed from the moment you promised to wear that dress that you might not be the one I hate, who wouldn't have allowed me to do such a nasty thing, much less to cry and would not condescend to do so."

Song Qie heard her eardrums being shaken by the violence of her heartbeat.

He was breathing slightly heavily, as if he had guessed something and was afraid to hear what Lu Beihuai had to say.

It's over. He's very bad at lying.

"Song Qie." Lu Beihuai stared, calling out softly.

Song Qie felt his brain is very confused, how he did not think that there is a person will be crazy to prove that he is not this world, even Song's father Song's mother did not have such a seemingly ridiculous speculation, at most is to think that the son of the aftermath of the robbery matured and stable, the only Lu Beihuai will guess that he changed skin.

Surprisingly, there's a guy trying to prove that he's him, that he's Song Qie from somewhere else.

He's Song Qie.

Song Qie placed his interlocked hands between his legs and clasped them against each other, his thin lips trembling lightly, "...... What for."

The reply came with a choked sob.

It wasn't a choking sob of fear, but more of an emotion of disbelief.

...... He had thought that he could live one more time, and when ' Song Qie ' was ' Song Qie ', he was even.

"I've put you through the wringer haven't I?"

Song Qie Don't look away, look out the window, eyes slightly hot, nose a little sour, silent did not say.

The moonlight and neon that penetrated the room fell on the beautiful young man sitting in silence, and the tears that suddenly dripped from his cheeks and slid down his chin were faintly visible.

The drops were wiped off by the back of his hand the moment they fell.

Obviously said nothing, but silent diffusion of all the aggression, with acquiescence.

Lu Beihuai did not divert the line of sight, breathing rapidly, in the action of seeing Song Qie wipe tears, heart in this instant stuffy blocked the accumulation of sour emotions all pouring release, contradictory conflict so many years of the mood, the original in the end is not contradictory, he hated the person, and like the person originally is not the same person.

He knows.

He felt it.

' Song Qie ' is not Song Qie.

The one in front of him was the one who would always make his heart waver, the one who would give birth to unrequited affection in the midst of hatred.

At this moment he didn't want to go after where it came from just to get the other man to talk to him a little more, and also for the other man to ignore himself after he poked at everything.

There was a show of weakness in his voice that he didn't even notice, a pleading that came from putting his foot down.

"I'll apologize to you, okay?" Lu Beihuai gripped the sides of his chair with both hands and stared intently at Song Qie's side face.

Song Qie didn't say anything.

He readjusted his breathing, and glanced at the person kneeling in front of him, looking at himself, as if he was afraid that he was going to say something. He did want to say something, but he didn't realize that this situation was broken by Lu Beihuai himself, and everything that bothered him was logically broken by Lu Beihuai.

That is, from now on, he can hate Lu Beihuai openly and honestly, and what he did to him in the past can be unforgiven.

Except for work things will be official.

Lu Beihuai saw that Song Qie did not speak, the knot in his throat rolled, his hand gently placed on his knee and shook it lightly, "Song Qie, look at me."

The gesture carried with it a cautious tentativeness.

Song Qie retracts her eyes from the window, "You say you like me? It's the me in front of me that I like."

"Uh-huh." Lu Beihuai responded, "I admit I'm in love with you."

"Not curious why that is?"

"I'm not curious, I just care about the moment." Lu Beihuai said, "I want to be good to you."

Song Qie gently brushed away the hand that touched his knee, his reddened orbital eyes did not have a ripple in the bottom of his eyes, he maintained his sitting position, his eyes downcast to Lu Beihuai's gaze toward himself, faintly said, "But I hate you how to do."

Lu Beihuai was stunned.

"You thought you were making a giant puzzle, making a PowerPoint, using meticulous chains of logic to corroborate your guesses, trying to move me, thinking you could pua me." Song Qie took a deep breath and was relieved when he let out a laugh, "Lu Beihuai, you think I'm too nice to coax."

Those things that made him afraid he will still be afraid, but now seems to be back to his own game, or Lu Beihuai himself sent up the game.

With that said, he collected his expression, turned his chair to the other side and stood up.

"If you put that kind of heart into making money, you might become the richest man in the world."

Song Qie side over the eyes, looking at Lu Beihuai who still maintains this posture : "Lu Beihuai, you house know to buy the most extravagant, car know to drive the top of the line, but in the relationship to say kneeling on the knee, is not it seems that you are too cheap."

"Instead of being a relationship brain, become the richest man in the world before it's too late."