"I'll feed you at home then."

The body is weak and fragile75

Song Qie opens the door to Lu Beihuai's office and sees Li Ke knocking on the door, he stops abruptly and coughs unnaturally.

Li Ke: "?" He put down his hand and saw Assistant Song coming out from his own president's office, in fact, it is not surprising, smiled and said, "Assistant Song, is it convenient for Mr. Lu now?"

Song Qie heard him ask if it was convenient for him to ask about Lu Beihuai, a feeling that made him feel a bit subtle.

After all, he and Lu Beihuai have not officially confirmed their relationship, this matter is naturally the less people know the better, or to avoid suspicion, especially he is prepared to not renew the contract with Lu Beihuai Red Feather Capital, properly deal with the relationship between the two sides is also no bad thing, at least before he left the Red Feather Capital, or choose to avoid suspicion is the best.

"I think so, you can ask, then I'll go and get busy." Song Qie didn't say anything more, and brushed past him with downcast eyes.

Li Ke couldn't help but sigh with emotion, Assistant Song, this person seems to be not easy to chase ah, I don't know if my own Mr. Lu chased after it, it's been two or three years.

Song Qie returns to her office, sits down, and begins to go over her plans for the afternoon.

The first prior thing is to organize the list of investors that you manage on hand, which is something you need to do before submitting your resignation.

The second thing, if it's a choice to be a fund manager, is that he might be able to slow down and continue to go to school.

He really should also think about his own body, although this body after the operation is not very bad, but still not able to great joy and great sadness, which means that ...... great asthma may not be able to accept it.

According to the guess Lu Beihuai hours ......

'Snap'.

Song Qie undisputedly patted the back of his hand, wrinkled his brow with a face of sadness, not, he has been firm straight man how somehow was brought to the bend, kissing a gasping can not even think of deeper things to go, how to do are still do not know clear, that is not to learn a little.

Wait--

He took a deep breath and leaned back heavily on the back of his chair, tilting his head back and sighing, but his mind drifted back to the look in Lu Beihuai's eyes the day he'd held his ankle in a sideways kiss.

The gold-rimmed glasses are worn to look like a gentleman's gentleman, but in actuality underneath the skin is a kernel of insanity that's crazier than anyone else's.

Not to money madness.

The only one who is crazy about love.

The man is crazy for lack of love, and has been since we met.

What would it be like to actually do it?

He remembers Lu Beihuai as being very sweaty, saw him box when he was a senior in high school, and was taken to a fight once, and the man's clothes would get soaked when he sweated, and his body was very-

"......"

Song Qie lifelessly lowered her head, propped up her hands on the desktop and slapped the back of her head with distress and force, burying her face low and warning herself what she was thinking about, at high noon ！！！！

What to think!

Suddenly, the desktop landline rang.

Song Qie looked up sharply, startled by the ringtone, took a big breath, looked at the incoming caller, wrinkled her brow and picked up the phone, "Mr. Lu, what are your orders."

"Assistant Song, how come I'm unmotivated to work when you're gone."

A low, smiling voice came from the other end of the phone, a tone of voice as usual, but through the medium of sound quality, it felt a little numb in the ear against the contour of the ear.

Song Qie took the phone away a bit and rubbed her hand over her slightly itchy ears, "Because Mr. Lu is in love with his brain."

"I see, no wonder I'm unmotivated to work, I just want to fall in love with Assistant Song, why don't we go home early at noon and sleep."

Song Qie smiled, "Lu Beihuai, please don't infect me with your love brain, thanks."

"Could it be that Assistant Song has the same tendency?"

Song Qie indifferently said, "How can that be, I'm well aware that we're still trying to fall in love and it's only the first week."

"Doesn't my mind involuntarily go to me, slowing down my movements, heart racing, blushing."

The low, gentle voice is as graphic as a storyteller.

Song Qie's knots rolled and felt his throat go a little dry, "How can that be."

"I would, my mind often goes to you. For example, when you drink water, it's your lower lip that touches the cup first, and your lips are moisturized afterwards, and if you look at me and lick it, I don't think I'll need to sleep tonight. It's like when I usually work out and sweat, you've seen it, I've always kept up with my fitness routine, how the sweat flows, where it flows from, and what it tastes like, if it were me, there would really be images in my mind."

"...... exaggeration."

"I've been reminded several times of senior year when I blocked you in the stairwell and you were on the verge of tears and I still didn't put you down, your body was shaking and you were talking with a sobbing voice, telling me to keep a proper distance and I wouldn't listen, now that I think about it I'm so bad."

"Did you just realize that?"

"But I didn't know you weren't a ' Song Qie ' at the time, so I was right, I was protecting myself, why should I be soft on my bullies." The caller laughed, a little deeper, "I wanted to see you cry then, when you cry, I sleep better at night."

Song Qie : "...... "Why did he have to listen to this person's sudden drawl: "If there's nothing wrong with Mr. Lu I'll hang up."

"Baby, so when do we get to do it, after all the kissing and hugging, it's all that's left to do in a relationship."

Duh--

Song Qie hangs up the phone.

The face was tinted scarlet, accompanied by rapid breathing.

It's only been a week, is this man's progress a rocket, what's in his head all day.

His brain, which had managed to calm down so easily, was now well, a good bit more content.

Lu Beihuai How does sweat flow when working out, naturally, as you exercise for longer periods of time and do some intense exercises, you slowly soak through your clothes.

Where the sweat came from, naturally, was from the forehead, the tip of the high nose, the cheeks in sliding down to the defined jaw line, then to the knot of the throat not into the shirt, and would drip down from the sturdy arms to the floor.

What sweat tastes like, naturally, is salty, and if you lick a mouthful--

"......"

The desk, reddened ears, had slumped over, holding his head in muffled chagrin.

What was he thinking about himself again!!!!!

Slow down for a while, finally calmed down to think of good ideas, began to knock on the keyboard to watch the stock market to write a report, as well as with investors one by one to report on the progress of the resumption of trading in the Coventry Pharmaceuticals.

The organizations that shorted Cowen Pharmaceuticals this time are doomed to fail.

It took over an hour of work, almost to twelve noon.

"Okay Mr. Romi, I'll see you next Tuesday then."

A refined and amiable laugh came from the other end of the line, "So do you need me to drive to pick you up?"

Song Qie's grip on the phone tightened suddenly, his eyebrows trembled lightly as he tried his best to keep his voice steady, "Thank you Mr. Romi, you're very kind, I'll be fine on my own on my side."

When the phone hung up, Song Qie shook off her shaking hands, thinking that she was too tired, so she picked up the glass on the desktop and stood up to fill it with a glass of water.

Whoever bent down and just clicked the button for the hot water outlet went black.

The steaming water quickly filled the glass, spilling over the top and onto the back of his hand, which was red within seconds.

His body stiffened, the discomfort of tinnitus piercing his eardrums, the thin-pointed volume of 'buzzing' like it was crossing his temples, his scalp aching, and the sound of emergency brakes ringing out like a hallucination, his hand shaking badly as he gripped the cup.

The water is so hot.

He was so dizzy he couldn't stand it, and the cup fell right out of his hand.

It just so happened that the office door opened.

"We'll go home for lunch--"

There was a crisp 'BANG' as the mug filled with hot water fell and shattered moments later, hot water splashing from the shattered glass onto his pants legs and shoes.

Song Qie slowly turned her head sideways, her restrained shaking hands reddened by the water.

Lu Beihuai just pushed open the door, the smile on his lips came to an abrupt end, and with a sullen face, he quickly walked to his side and grabbed this hand he was burned with, "What's going on, how did his hand get burned."

"...Shaky hands." Song Qie spoke with some effort.

Lu Beihuai saw how white his face was, his forehead was sweating all the time, and his hands were red and shaking, "Hurry up and go wash your hands first."

Feeling that he couldn't walk, he simply picked the man up and brought him back to his office.

In the restroom, a constant stream of water rinsed the reddened palms of his hands.

Lu Beihuai stood behind Song Qie, his arm wrapped around him in front of him, one hand pulling the shaking hand to rinse the cool water, for fear of blistering the whole palm later, the other hand took out the cell phone to call Li Ke.

"Send a tub of ice up to my office, and alcohol spray, ice packs, yes, immediately, please."

He hung up the phone after bending his arms around Song Qie, helping him to rinse his palms and the back of his hands: "Suddenly hands shaking?"

"Uh-huh." Song Qie looks down at her reddened hand, her ears still buzzing a little, "I'm still getting a little ringing in my ears, and I feel like I keep hearing the brakes."

Lu Beihuai sensed that he was leaning back and couldn't stand up, so he could only half-carry him and hold him steady as he continued to flush, "What's that brake sound?"

"That brake noise from the car accident, it's so loud."

In the mirror, the face of the young man held captive in his arms didn't look good, looking a little bewildered at the lack of understanding of the cause, his eyes reddened in a circle, the bottom of his eyes heavy with watery mist, trying to restrain the uncomfortable emotions.

"Let's go to the hospital this afternoon." Lu Beihuai thought about what this guy said last week, it seems that this problem still needs to be taken seriously, otherwise why would his hands suddenly shake again for good reason.

"Blisters." Song Qie felt the palm of his right hand burning and hurting, he looked down and realized that there were several blisters.

The hands shook so much that for a moment I didn't know if it was pain or something else.

"Mr. Lu, the ice is here!"

Li Ke rushed in with a tub of ice, or he shoveled it out of the ice machine in the pantry. Hearing the president's anxious voice, he thought something was wrong, but he rushed in and saw the president hugging Assistant Song.

Footbrake.

Song Qie subconsciously tried to push away Lu Beihuai behind her.

Lu Beihuai didn't give him this chance, his arm firmly circled around his waist to keep him on his feet, "Li Ke, put the ice in the sink, his hands are burned we need to cool him down as soon as possible, then work hard and you'll help me get the car out in a while to take us to the hospital."

"No need to be so troublesome ......" Song Qie saw that he also wanted Li Ke to go and drive them to the hospital, his brows wrinkled, "Just soak in some ice water."

"So that's what you do to yourself." Lu Beihuai instructed Li Ke to go ahead and drive, then held Song Qie's wrist and put his hand into the icy water, noticing that he shivered momentarily from the ice and tried to lift it up to avoid it, and simply held his hand and brought it down, "I really don't know how you get by on your own."

Li Ke heard the president's orders that naturally have to hurry to go to the car, just as he went out, a sentence from the inside into the ears.

"From now on the boyfriend will have to keep an eye on you, and please take your body seriously, and tell me anything that's uncomfortable, I won't be bothered because it's not a bother."

Boyfriend?!!!

Oh oh oh oh oh!

--Too loose, wear it tighter.

Huh? It's hard to believe that the last movement was--

He didn't dare linger, rushing to the elevator doors as fast as he could, itching to fly down to the parking lot and drive.

It turns out that Mr. Lu has already caught up with Assistant Song!!!!

Then he can't dilly-dally even more, but he has to send the big baby that Mr. Lu is longing for to the hospital as soon as possible.

Song Qie heard the movement of feet leaving, her right hand was soaked in ice water so cold that her teeth chattered up and down, the shadow of the hand holding her wrist, soaking in the ice water with her, floated on the surface of the water, practically motionless assisting her wrist to keep herself from moving.

The critical but gentle-sounding tone in his ear was something he hadn't expected from Lu Beihuai.

He didn't think Lu Beihuai's temper would turn out like this.

Before, he was so cloudy, his attitude and treatment towards himself was without considering his own feelings, but now it was not, even if he felt that his attitude like this was wrong, he would not be the first to criticize himself, but changed to another tone that he could accept.

Instead, they appear to be petulant.

"I have paid attention, every day on time to take the medicine." Song Qie said, then felt slightly rough calloused fingertips gently stroked over the location of the blisters in the palm, listening to a mouthful of cold air, did not hold back the pain out loud: "You touched the blisters!"

"Right now it's only two blisters, if I hadn't happened to come in just now it might have been a hand full of blisters, and did you know that the hot water at the water fountain is at boiling temperature?"

"I know."

"I'm not criticizing you, I'm just saying that if you had yelled out to me in time I would have heard you."

"Our offices aren't too far apart, can you hear me?"

"I care about you so much, of course I can, as long as you call out to me." Lu Beihuai picked up his hand soaked in ice water and looked at it, the skin color of his originally red palm now receded slightly, "Does it hurt that much now?"

Song Qie nodded truthfully, "It hurts."

Lu Beihuai picked up a nearby ice pack and placed it in his palm, then wrapped it in a nearby towel, "Go to the hospital first."

One more free hand pulls out a cell phone to make a call.

Song Qie is led out of the restroom and her eyes fall on Lu Beihuai, who is on the phone.

The man was on the phone.

As in the working condition, there will seldom be a very gentle face, the speed of speech is steady, even contact the hospital and the doctor's appearance is also like explaining and commanding the content of the work, the face is cold and indifferent to give people a kind of difficult to get close to the strong sense.

He thought about it as if ......

Is really only giving himself a good face.

So he's that special?

Just as he was looking fascinated, Lu Beihuai hung up the phone and looked at him with a sideways glance, and the moment his eyes collided it was as if he had been caught peeking, and when he met the smile under his glasses, he also wanted to cover up his eyes and avert his gaze.

"I've contacted the hospital that works with Cowan, so go ahead and take care of the burns, and then we'll consult a doctor this afternoon based on your shaking hands."

"So what section do I see for shaky hands?"

"You didn't hear that just now?" Lu Beihuai asked with a smile, glancing at the pop-up message that read Li Ke saying that the car had pulled out, and he wrapped Song Qie's hand, which was covered in an ice pack, and pulled him out.

Song Qie was dumbfounded, knowing that he had asked that on purpose, and he tried to draw his hand back, "Didn't hear you, was looking at you."

Lu Beihuai laughed out loud, "I see."

"So what section am I seeing this afternoon?"

"Psychiatry." Lu Beihuai finished speaking, keeping an eye on Song Qie's expression, seeing that he looked a bit surprised, "I've asked this doctor before because of your problems, including the fact that before I was unaware of it your temperament had changed drastically, judging you to be a different person, and the doctor had given me two possibilities. One was a split personality due to severe post-traumatic stress, and the other was a post-traumatic stress reaction. I didn't tell him exactly, but it's probably post-traumatic stress, and I'm talking about what you're experiencing."

He walked to the elevator door and stepped up to press the elevator button.

"But I didn't feel very scared." Song Qie thought about it and couldn't figure out why, but at most she mentioned--

What he was thinking came to an abrupt end, and his expression stiffened a little.

"Not being scared doesn't mean you won't react, your hands will shake when you think of something or hear some keywords, what's wrong with your hands this time?" Lu Beihuai saw the elevator door open and pulled him in, worried that his sleeves would get wet from the ice packs, he helped him tug some of them up, revealing his small white arms.

As the words fell out, the hand that held it began to make involuntary tremors again.

Song Qie takes a deep breath and tries not to think about those words as she looks to Lu Beihuai.

Lu Beihuai met the pair of uncomfortable eyes, probably guessed the reason, it is not just what I said last time, some regret too obedient Song Qie, did not carry this guy to the hospital in time.

"Well, it's okay, we'll ask the doctor what we can do." He said taking the person into his arms and smoothing the thin back.

Surrounded by a broad chest and arms, a pervasive sense of security fell along with the temperature.

The burning spot on his right hand also seemed to be relieved by ice and gentle comfort.

"Uh-huh." Song Qie nodded dutifully with the tip of her nose against her broad shoulder, "Got it."

The elevator arrived on the first floor, and it happened to be the midday break for lunch, so there were a lot of people coming in and out of the building, and their state at the moment was a bit eye-catching.

Li Ke saw his own Lu boss came out, hurried to open the back seat door, and did not ask why not get in the parking lot and still not be seen, but where he dared to make suggestions with the boss, maybe people are deliberately, using this exposure.

"I'll go up first and you come back up, so I don't get your hand." Lu Beihuai bends down to get in first, takes the top hand of the towel carefully, sits down, and then lets Song Qie get in.

Song Qie thought it would be better if he went up first, but when he got in the car, he was picked up by Lu Beihuai on his lap.

"This way you won't move around." Lu Beihuai puts the towel wrapped in ice and his hands already soaked into his lap to make Song Qie's position more comfortable.

Song Qie saw that Lu Beihuai's suit pants were instantly wet at the knees, and looked at him with the desire to speak.

"It's okay, it's just wet." Lu Beihuai smiled gently.

Song Qie: "......" but I feel that this person has something in his words, never mind, he said that it does not matter, so I do not ask, otherwise it is difficult for him to sit still.

After arriving at the hospital, the doctor who had already been contacted dealt with the location of the burn first, because of the blisters, it may take about half a month to recover to the degree of no burning, and it is necessary to apply medication every day, and the first two days of bathing as far as possible not to touch this hand.

Song Qie watched as the nurse applied medicine to herself and then a simple bandage to allow the medicine to absorb quickly.

He thought to himself, "This is the right hand, the hand that works.

"It's okay, I'll wash it for you." Lu Beihuai stroked Song Qie's head and gently coaxed.

Song Qie looked at him with a 'don't know you yet?' face. .

Lu Beihuai smiled without saying anything.

Since I still needed to see the doctor in the afternoon, I simply dined at a nearby restaurant and let Li Ke drive back first, also explaining my absence in the afternoon.

An inconvenient right hand means you can only use your left hand.

But left-handed eating is just awkward, even when you're eating pasta with a fork.

"Should I feed you?" Lu Beihuai saw Song Qie so insistent on taking her left hand to eat the pasta.

Song Qie, holding a fork in her left hand, sniffed and looked slyly at Lu Beihuai, extended her index finger and shook it twice, seriously expressing her refusal, "Mr. Lu, this is outside, and there needs to be a degree of love in public."

Lu Beihuai nodded approvingly, "Well, yes, right criticism, I was out of line, I'll feed you at home then."

Song Qie: "......"

Saying it is the same as saying it in vain, this person really doesn't have a thin face.

You can say anything without blushing.

It doesn't look like a first time relationship in any way.

Because the left hand is really slow to eat, see Lu Beihuai want to help, even though the steak has been cut into small pieces, can be stuffed in one bite, but see him eating a pasta face is almost buried in, so can only give advice again.

"Baby, why don't I borrow a pair of scissors from the restaurant?"

Song Qie looks up in confusion, "Why?"

Lu Beihuai saw the bits of meat sauce stuck to his lips and laughed, "Cut up the pasta a little for you, or eat it with a spoon."

Song Qie : "......" is very nice, smacking him for eating slowly, he puts down his fork: "I'm full."

Lu Beihuai was stunned to see that he still had half of his spaghetti, "Not eating?"

"Well, not eating, you think I'm a slow eater." Song Qie picked up a nearby tissue to wipe her mouth.

Lu Beihuai was silent for a moment, thinking.

He shouldn't have said that.

Okay, never again, never again. Slow food is slow food. It's not like it's a day or two anyway. You can't be that impatient.

After eating their fill, the two left from the restaurant.

Lu Beihuai offered to walk down the street with him, just to eat, and take this opportunity to make a small meeting, have not yet made a date with his wife.

"Not happy." Song Qie lifts her bandaged hand and shakes her head, "Don't want to go."

Lu Beihuai saw his somewhat deliberate little look, "Okay, when you're happy."

Anyway, he has been scolded by Song Qie quite a few times, and he has heard everything, now as long as he is not unwanted and hates him, what's the point of being angry with him, just go along with the coaxing.

When I arrived at the hospital, the psychiatrist I had an appointment with was already in the consultation room.

The doctor saw the familiar Lu Beihuai and greeted him before looking at Song Qie and inquiring with a smile, "It seems that you would like your loved one to join you in the consultation, so why don't you guys sit down first."

Song Qie: "?"

Oh, so Lu Beihuai can get out.

He looked to Lu Beihuai, but before he could speak the man took hold of his shoulders and held them down in his chair, sitting smoothly beside himself and nodding to the doctor.

The doctor nodded back.

Song Qie: "......"

What followed was nearly half an hour of counseling.

There was nothing particularly uncomfortable about the whole consultation, the doctor was professional and gentle, and would perceive his questions selectively for him to answer.

"That is, your biggest confusion right now is that the mention of those words makes your hands shake uncontrollably, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"So the hand shaking is accompanied by panic and fear and difficulty breathing?"

Song Qie nodded truthfully, "Uh-huh."

The doctor wrote something on the computer for about a minute and looked at Song Qie : "Then I suggest you can look for a quick distraction, some words are like switches, but because they are too unusual and common it is easy to hang on to them, sometimes it's hard to accept them when they are being spoken to themselves, so how to divert yourself from panic and fearfulness in the shortest amount of time, it is need to find an effective method."

"Do I look for myself?" Song Qie asks.

What's he looking for as a distraction?

"Well, instead of taking medication, we suggest that you choose to use distraction to alleviate your symptoms in a more stable situation, and if that doesn't work out after many attempts, then we'll try another psychotherapeutic method."

......

As she left the hospital, Song Qie wondered if there was a good way to do this.

The one that immediately relieves that fearful panic?

Is there such a transfer method?

"Yes." Lu Beihuai said.

Song Qie looked hesitantly at Lu Beihuai.

On the steps, the light of the hot afternoon sun fell slightly on Lu Beihuai, and it was a little dizzying to watch, and for a moment the man spoke the words as if he were a god of salvation, tall and mighty.

Lu Beihuai met Song Qie's gaze and smiled gently, "make love."

Song Qie : "......" ears instantly red.

God damn it.

Just know make's god.