"You can't leave before I've coaxed you."

The body is weak and fragile68

When Song Qie heard Lu Beihuai say this, the bottom of her eyes were suddenly colored with anger, and the words that were about to come out of her mouth were swallowed hard by herself.

No, this examination was the key to his entry into Red Feather Capital, and as long as he helped Cowen Pharmaceuticals achieve good results in these three years, it would be the strongest proof of his ability in his resume.

The bar is high in the financial world, and if he doesn't want to spend any more time on pursuing a degree then he has to get good grades in the shortest possible time.

Only then can you compete on equal footing with other highly educated people.

"It seems that Assistant Song's mind is still very stable, she has the heart to go on a blind date before she has finished this matter at hand, she is really a master of time management." Lu Beihuai saw the elevator door open and left quickly, "Unfortunately, I may have to work overtime this weekend."

"Then I'll work overtime." Song Qie quickly followed, walking beside Lu Beihuai, looking up at him, her tone a bit anxious: "I'd better take care of things before I talk."

Lu Beihuai glanced at the guy beside him, seeing his somewhat flustered appearance, even more angry.

Deal with it?

That is, having to go on a blind date is going to break his heart like that isn't it.

Yeah.

Row.

"Get in." Without further ado, Lu Beihuai coolly opens the door past the passenger side, then walks around to the driver's side, opens the door, and bends down to get in.

Song Qie looked at the passenger side of the open door with mixed feelings, and quickly collected her thoughts and got in the car.

Forget it. Walk to work tomorrow.

A lone bike was parked in the corner, ready to spend the night.

The black sedan drove off into the night.

New York City, known as the city that never sleeps, is ablaze with lights, and museums and art galleries can be found everywhere, revealing a deep culture at night.

"I'll get off at the museum up ahead." Song Qie sees the apartment she lives in, and points out the window.

"Am I your driver?"

Song Qie ："...... "He put down his hand, and looked at Lu Beihuai slyly ："Mr. Lu, I would like to get off at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in front of me, thank you for bringing me back. "

The man can really get an inch.

Lu Beihuai hit the steering wheel: "Usually see you are riding a bicycle to work, why did not you think of buying a car, drive your own car to go anywhere is also convenient."

As the words fell out of his mouth, he glanced at Song Qie in the passenger's side, but saw that he was silent and didn't say anything.

The light in the car was so dim that it was hard to see Song Qie's suddenly white face.

"...... don't have time to get a driver's license."

Lu Beihuai hit the steering wheel toward the right lane, his hands stopping for a brief moment as he heard the shivering of voices.

Song Qie felt her palms start to sweat.

It's not that he doesn't know how to drive or because he doesn't have time to get a license, it's because he's been in a car accident caused by his own driving mistakes before.

It was the car accident that cost him a life that hadn't even officially begun.

The moment he was knocked off the bridge, he had only one thought.

I should have known better than to drive.

If you're not driving yourself, you won't get in trouble.

"A bicycle is also quite convenient, no need to buy a car." Song Qie tried to make her voice sound smooth, "It's only a ten-minute bike ride from the apartment, so think of it as exercise."

Oblivious to the fact that his hands in his lap were clasping each other with nervousness.

be taken in.

Until the car pulls up next to the museum.

"Thank you, Mr. Lu, then I'll go up first." Song Qie's hands trembled as she unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the car door to get out.

The car door was shut very gently.

Through the car window, the youth with the computer bag walks toward the next apartment building, but stops under a tree, wondering if he's uncomfortable somewhere, and suddenly squats down.

Song Qie felt that his heart was suddenly beating very fast, at an overly rapid rate, as if he could hardly catch his breath, and he felt uncomfortable after only a few steps. After he squatted down, this reaction was not relieved, but the harder he felt to breathe, the more breathless he became.

But it wasn't the difficulty in breathing that made it hard, it was the uncontrollable torso reaction.

His palms were sweating, his heart was racing, trying to stand up and walk, his feet were weak he couldn't stand at all, he clearly felt he couldn't stop the reaction that was permeating away.

The words 'drove himself' were like a switch that triggered an uncontrollable reaction; he didn't deliberately avoid that event that had happened in the past, knowing it was an accident and knowing full well that he was dead, but ......

Why?

Suddenly all at once it seemed taut.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Song Qie felt like he was being picked up by the arm, he heard Lu Beihuai's voice in his ear, and slowly looked up, and before he could see the person, there was a buzzing in his head, a feeling that the whole world was being slowed down, and even the voice seemed to be coming from a faraway place.

"...... soft feet."

Lu Beihuai saw that Song Qie's appearance was not right, lowered his head and saw that his face was very pale, thinking that he was not feeling well from working too long hours, he immediately picked him up horizontally, "I'll send you to the hospital."

"I'll sit down for a bit." Song Qie, hearing that he had to go to the hospital, hastily reached out and pointed to the flower bed next to him, and seeing that Lu Beihuai had not yet put him down, pointed anxiously, "...... I'll come down and sit down for a bit."

Lu Beihuai was shaking as he listened to him speak, and his frown never loosened. Seeing that he was able to speak again, worried as he was, he still put him down and helped him sit down by the flowerbed.

Song Qie just sat down and saw Lu Beihuai squatting on one knee in front of him.

"Where do you feel uncomfortable now, chest tightness or dizziness?" Lu Beihuai looked at this pale face in front of him, but also overtime, such a physique how to mix in the financial circle so intense work content.

Song Qie's grip on her knees gradually tightened, and the panic attack hadn't stopped.

He seemed to be a little out of control of his fear.

It was clear that he had never avoided the matter, so why did he suddenly start to get scared.

"Or are you just too hungry?" Lu Beihuai swept his eyes over the shaking hand, forcing himself to hold it, and patiently continued to ask.

Song Qie tried to suppress his hands that were shaking so much, but he couldn't stop, this feeling of not being able to control it made him a little strange and anxious, he subconsciously looked at Lu Beihuai : "...... What to do."

Lu Beihuai didn't know what was wrong with him, but seeing that his eyes were very red, as if he was about to cry, his mood instantly hit rock bottom, "Where are you uncomfortable?"

"My hands are shaking." Song Qie spreads her palms, but her hands are still shaking.

"Dizzy or not?"

Song Qie shook her head lightly, not dizzy.

"Shortness of breath?"

Song Qie nods, a little.

"Does your chest hurt?"

Song Qie hesitated for a moment, but still shook her head, "It's not a heartache."

"Still walking?"

Song Qie looked at Lu Beihuai, who was crouching in front of her, and shook her head, "Soft feet."

"Want a hug?"

Song Qie didn't hold back a shiver, "Can you help me up?"

The wind had picked up in the night, the temperature was nearly ten degrees lower than during the day, the youth sitting in front of him was not as pale as he had been a moment ago, and he didn't know whether it was the cold or the discomfort, he was shivering in his speech, and his right and left hands were tightly interlocked as if he was trying to control the shaking of his hands.

Lu Beihuai's eyes sank, not wanting to hear any more of what he had to say, he stood up and tried to pick him up.

"Eh eh eh eh ......" Song Qie exclaimed, pushing his arm away, "Help, just help."

"You keep nagging me about staying here in the cold and I'll just princess carry you up to the apartment."

Song Qie's brows furrowed at Lu Beihuai's slightly angry look as he decisively pushed the man's arm away and stood up himself, is kind of felt like his body was shaking, like he was stepping on cotton.

Who knows that the next second was Lu Beihuai hold hands, and before he could react, he was carried on his back, up in the air.

"Lu Beihuai!"

Lu Beihuai didn't want to babble with this guy anymore about social distance, carried him steadily on his back, his arm resting on his hip, felt his slight struggle, "I'm afraid that by the time you walk back to the apartment on your own it'll be light out, so instead of being so polite to me, why don't you just be more direct and utilize me, it's okay for you to ask me to carry you, it's okay if you want me to carry you, but to ask me to help you walk back slowly in ten degree weather isn't called romance, it's called bravado. But asking me to help you walk back slowly in ten degree weather is not called romance, it's called bravado."

"There are people who are trying to get you in better shape, and you're trying to break your body, and I don't know how you feel about that."

"You just want me to worry about you until I can't sleep at night."

The wide, firm back was hard, the body heat transmitted through the shirt hotter than normal, and the tone wasn't exactly gentle, but it was soft-hearted in every way.

Song Qie lies on her shoulder, eyes closed, knowing that this is no different from criticizing herself by name, with mixed feelings, "I didn't."

"So tell me yourself, what's wrong and do I have to guess if you're not feeling well? It's the little kids that do that."

Song Qie was instantly annoyed when she heard this, "...... That, that you didn't like asking me to guess before."

"So I was a child then." Lu Beihuai says, "Now I'm not, I'm an adult who is willing to take responsibility for all my faults and correct myself."

Song Qie felt her hands shaking so badly that she could only encircle the other's neck, "You're marvelous."

Lu Beihuai felt the hand around his neck shaking, not a cold shiver of the cold kind, but more like a shiver with a frequency that couldn't be restrained, and doubts rose in his mind, what was going on?

The pace of his feet quickened slightly.

When they walked into the apartment lobby, there was a night shift officer at the front desk who didn't say anything when he saw them, just greeted them.

The elevator also happened to stop on the first floor.

Song Qie heard the sound of the elevator opening its doors and opened her eyes to see Lu Beihuai already carrying himself into the elevator, "I live in-"

Lu Beihuai pressed the '12' floor almost simultaneously with this statement.

And there was a momentary pause in the hand that pressed the elevator, probably as a thief.

Song Qie's brows wrinkled as he stared sideways at Lu Beihuai, his eyes full of questions, wanting to say something, but after some thought, he still didn't say anything.

But he didn't know that this tangled expression was reflected on the elevator door and was seen clearly.

The elevator quickly reached the 12th floor.

"There." Song Qie reaches out and points to her house.

Lu Beihuai felt his cheeks being rubbed by a slightly cool hand, provoking a subtle itch, and he looked along with the hand reaching out of his ear, his eyes landing on the door plate of 1204, and also glancing at 1203 across the street, also withdrawing his eyes after just a single attentive glance.

When she reaches the door, Song Qie reaches out, touches the password cleanser, and enters the password.

[231215]

When you push the door in, the foyer carries a light sandalwood scent, which gives you a sense of peace and relaxation when you smell it.

Song Qie touched the switch key on the wall and 'snapped' it open.

The apartment that came into view was clean, bright and spacious, with two or three pieces of clothing thrown on the couch, but still showing signs of having been cleaned.

"Want to take off your shoes?" Lu Beihuai asked, turning his head.

Song Qie thought for a moment and shook her head, "No, no slippers for you."

Lu Beihuai: "......"

After being put down on the sofa, Song Qie saw that his hands were still shaking, and he clasped his hands tightly together, trying to control the shaking, but he still could not.

"I can't help it."

Lu Beihuai Seeing Song Qie's tired face, he bent down, squatted in front of him, reached out to hold his hand, felt the slightly cool hand indeed shaking terribly, as if he thought of something, and lifted his eyes to look at Song Qie: "Could it be that-- "

"What is it?"

"Parkinson's." Lu Beihuai said.

Song Qie Originally, his expression was still anxious, and instantly laughed breathlessly, his mood was not so depressed, he lowered his eyes, "I don't know if it's related to the fact that I had a car accident."

Lu Beihuai 倏僵住，想逗笑对方的心 abruptly ended.

The hands he held in his palms were cool and damp, none of which came as a blinding blow as the words.

"I remember it was my second day back home, I was supposed to go to a board meeting, I was driving over a bridge when I was hit by a truck that suddenly made a U-turn, and I don't know what happened after that, when I woke up ......" Song Qie said softly: "I became Song Qie, the Song Qie you hate."

He saw the expression on Lu Beihuai's face slowly disappear, "You just asked me why I didn't drive myself, so I'm answering you now because I didn't dare to drive myself, and after hearing you talk about it my hands started shaking, probably recalling the incident."

The words fell, and the atmosphere fell into silence.

The digital clock on the wall had gone to one in the morning.

"It's not a ridiculous dream, and I don't know why I'm talking to you about it at this opportune moment." Song Qie felt the hands held in his palms tighten more and more, and perhaps it was the fact that such exertion made him feel that his hands were not shaking terribly, which in turn calmed him down slightly.

This kind of smooth talk is also out of one's league.

But he didn't think of hiding it, after all, for Lu Beihuai, there was no big difference between hiding it and not hiding it, this guy had long guessed why he had changed so much, and he was just using it as a statement to corroborate it now.

Lu Beihuai crouched down on one knee in front of the sofa, staring blankly at Song Qie sitting in front of him, motionless.

The heart was densely packed with signals, as if the guesses he had listed had been confirmed one by one.

"Lu Beihuai, I come from a world beyond books."

When Song Qie finished speaking, her hands were suddenly clenched, and she crashed into those deep, dark eyes, the restrained and complex emotions that flowed out from the bottom of her eyes made her heart tremble.

"So you ...... will be gone?"

The inquiring voice was dark and low, hiding an undetectable fear, where was the methodical way he had handled all the crisis events this morning, what was left of his sanity was blown apart by the words.

Lu Beihuai lowered his head, resting his forehead against their clasped hands, his voice dripping with huskiness, "...... I was wrong, I shouldn't have asked."

"You can't leave before I've coaxed you."