"You teach me."

The body is weak and fragile78

Song Qie I've never seen a man spend money like this, just spending it as he pleases.

"Baby, do you have a favorite." Lu Beihuai bought the cheongsam that amazed him, looked sideways at Song Qie, saw his helpless face, held up his glasses, smiled easily: "If making money isn't about spending money, then I think there's no doubt about the effort. That has been the original motivation to make money, in order to live. Now we can not be like that group of old-fashioned, money is not used to save, not simply used to invest thrown out, we make money is to spend on themselves, is to go to feel happy."

Song Qie looked at Lu Beihuai without speaking.

Lu Beihuai grasped his right hand, which was still not fully healed: "Good boy, have you gotten what you wanted after working so hard for so long?"

This sentence seems to question all the motives of the endeavor, and no one can do something in a flat mood or in an uninteresting one.

"I don't think I've ever seen you particularly happy." Lu Beihuai stared at the man beside him, "What kind of recognition do you want, or what kind of heights do you want to climb to?"

Song Qie suddenly fell silent.

He ......

It doesn't seem to have been thought of specifically.

"From your words I can hear that your original origin is not bad, you have already stood at a certain height, have seen the scenery must have seen more than I have seen, your level of knowledge is also higher than me, to come here you also get what you want smoothly, you do not even need the power of the Song family to be able to earn their own money, but how do I feel that you are not happy. "

Lu Beihuai gently rubbed the delicate hand, the blisters on his palm scabbing over, "You're ideal, but too constrained, not as vivid as when you scold me."

Song Qie didn't expect Lu Beihuai to talk to him about such a topic.

Trying to go deeper with myself, trying to talk about issues related to the spirit and the soul.

He looked over to the auction table at the lot that was still up for bid, a fine cloisonné vase, and recalled his own mood with it, as if it were true.

Whether it's from his accidental car accident into this book, or following the book's plot to survive here, it doesn't seem to feel like it's a major difficulty, or that leaving what used to be his home is such a painful need for stripping away emotions that it just comes naturally to join the new world.

The only variable is the guy sitting next to him who goes crazy.

"Money is never ending, problems are always arising, don't think too well of human nature or the results, it's a shame for people to live and not go crazy." Lu Beihuai raises the bidding card in his hand and looks at the auctioneer with a smile, "7.8 million, this vase will hopefully be mine now as my lover takes a look at it."

The auctioneer had a generous posture and a smile on his face, "7.8 million for the last time, congratulations Mr. Lu."

Song Qie hurriedly pressed down Lu Beihuai's hand, "I'm not looking at this vase!"

Lu Beihuai shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "I'm going to buy it."

Song Qie : "." Well, it's good that you like it.

"Next up is the last heavyweight lot of the session, from a private British collector's collection, a late Qing Dynasty Cui Qiao Jinqiao phoenix cape, a work of art that is simply sensational."

Song Qie puts her eyes on the lots carefully taken out by the staff, the phoenix crown with blue feather and emerald green is placed in the glass cabinet, and the beautiful cape has every bit of fine workmanship, under the light, the light outlines the details, even from a distance, we are all shocked by the aesthetics and skills of the ancestors of the last thousand years.

And such a thing that belongs to the radiant splendor of China comes from private collectors in other countries.

There is really some irony.

"The starting bid is fifty million dollars."

The unit is the euro, which is equivalent to more than 300 million human dollars.

Song Qie couldn't hold back and reached out his hand towards Lu Beihuai.

Lu Beihuai thought he was going to shake hands.

"Give me the cards." Song Qie said.

Lu Beihuai laughed out loud and withdrew his hand, his eyebrows slightly converged and raised his eyes to the auction table, raised the card in his hand and calmly said, "Sixty million dollars."

Song Qie's heart suddenly thumped rapidly.

In fact, he was just giving it a try, but he didn't expect Lu Beihuai to raise his card for him.

It's four hundred million dollars at the drop of a hat.

"Mr. Lu is bidding 60 million, who can bid up to 62 million on site and online, is there any more over there?"

Not far away, the agent with the landline phone making contact with the higher-ups raised his card, "Sixty-four million."

The auctioneer looked back at Lu Beihuai and asked with an elegant smile, "Mr. Lu, do you still want to continue to follow?"

Lu Beihuai was calm: "Of course, seventy million dollars."

The agent who heard this price not far away hurriedly whispered to contact his superiors, and after ten seconds or so, he raised his card again and raised his voice: "Seventy-five million dollars!"

"Eighty million dollars."

The price caught up quickly.

All the telephone contacts around the room have also started to contact the top, and little by little, they are adding to the price.

Lu Beihuai finished and looked at Song Qie beside him, "Are you going to play the next round of bidding?"

Song Qie, who really doesn't have much of an idea about auctions yet, like what the prices are added to, leans in close to inquire in a whisper, "How does it work?"

"I don't know how to play either." Lu Beihuai flexed his glasses, leaned back in his chair with his legs folded, and laughed, "You can call as much as you want, the money doesn't matter, getting the hand is the most important thing."

"Eighty-six million dollars, are there any more followers on site or online?" The auctioneer asked again.

Song Qie looked hesitantly at Lu Beihuai.

Lu Beihuai slightly lifted his chin, demeanor with indulgence let him feel free to shout, exudes a 'master very rich casually play' broad.

"One hundred million." Song Qie raises her hand.

It's not 100 million Renminbi, it's 100 million Euros.

It's not making money, it's spending money.

It's not buying faggots, it's buying adrenaline pleasure.

Song Qie has never spent money like this, not because she can't afford to make so much money, but because she never thought she would be able to spend money like this.

Getting what?

Unprecedented excitement.

Lu Beihuai nods approvingly when he hears, "Very good, continue."

The price of 100 million euros is a real deterrent.

Ten seconds later, the auctioneer asked again, "Is there an additional 100 million dollars? One hundred million yuan for the last time, congratulations to Mr. Lu and Mr. Song for obtaining such a beautiful and exquisite work of art!"

Song Qie stared at that lot, a little excited at first experience not expecting to spend that much money.

He turned sideways, his hand tightening on Lu Beihuai's arm, "Would it be crazy if I actually said a hundred million."

Lu Beihuai swept his downcast eyes over the hand that had grabbed his own, hearing the guy's voice shaking with excitement as he spoke, "That's crazy? But this time we're going out, I set a goal for you to spend a billion dollars."

"Huh?" Song Qie twisted her head, thinking she'd misheard.

"Well, you'll have to spend the billion in the remaining half month." Lu Beihuai saw the auction manager who had just taken the credit card walk back to him and hand him the card and the bill, he took it and nodded his head in thanks, then looked back at Song Qie: "Money is important, but I think it's more important that you're happy, so go out and get mad with me."

"Spend it and take you to a Swiss bank for fingerprints."

Song Qie hasn't got his head on straight.

Lu Beihuai dropped his head and attached his ear, whispering softly, "The twenty billion dollars in there, let's spend the rest of our lives spending it."

--Let's spend the rest of our lives spending it.

Life is short, some choose to follow the rules, some choose to realize the ideal, how many people dare to throw away all the choice to delight themselves.

Under the gentle skin of this gentle gentleman, there hides a heart more penetrating and crazy than anyone else's, love will love outrageously, and play to play.

Song Qie thought and thought, his life compared to Lu Beihuai is indeed flat.

Parents are from a famous family, the family marriage door-to-door, respect each other, conservative thinking, studying art sister is considered to be more free of existence, and he as the son of the family must be in accordance with his parents pre-determined paved the way to go, what to learn, what to do, and ultimately have to go home to inherit the family business, perhaps more than other people's material life to be nourished, but has long since been the strong parents to wear down the corners of the edge.

He remembered something his sister had said to him the last time he saw her:

--Brother, you are really too good, if you do not agree with their words, just say it, why do not you do not know that you so aggrieved themselves, do not know that they think they are so great, raised an obedient son, it is I can not stand their kind of feudalistic thinking.

So?

I had long ago gotten away from that kind of conformity and was here to choose what I wanted to do most, but why did I still not feel particularly excited about it.

What he really wants.

Wanting to have a successful career, he had actually done it, to be appreciated by his leaders, to have the ability to stand on his own two feet, even if his life could not be done extravagantly, there was hardly anything he lacked in terms of materialistic life, his life was only about work, and it had always been about work.

Besides work?

What else do you want.

It was nighttime when we left the auction house.

"Lu Beihuai."

"Uh, what's wrong?" Lu Beihuai replied in a gentle tone, but glancing at the bodyguards next to him leaning too close to Song Qie, he furrowed his brows and raised his hand indifferently to the side, signaling for them to move back a bit.

Just as he finished speaking, he saw Song Qie hooking her hand towards him.

Song Qie looks to Lu Beihuai beside her and hooks her hand at him, "Lean your ear over."

He knew he was being impulsive, but he was eager to try.

Lu Beihuai naturally put away his indifference to others, hearing Song Qie's words, his eyebrows relaxed, bent his head closer and asked with a smile, "What do you want to tell me, is it that you're happy to spend money?"

Song Qie hooked her index finger off the man's gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, suppressing the nervous leap of decision and meeting Lu Beihuai's gaze.

"I want to do it with you."

"When."

"Now."

Under the night, this handsome angular face hooked his lips and smiled, openly and triumphantly.

Lu Beihuai's eyes reflected the way Song Qie had made herself look, "I couldn't have asked for more."

"But I won't."

Song Qie took a step forward, gently grasping the large hand with the wristwatch, then moving up, holding the sturdy little arm exposed by the half-raked-up sleeve, touching the little cat tattoo on the inside of her little arm with her fingertips, and tilting her head to look up at him, "Teach me."

The kitten tattoo lay meekly on his arm with a demeanor like this one.

That's too good a question to ask.

Just like the third-grade students will not be able to take the problem to ask the teacher, round and bright eyes through the thirst for knowledge, look not to mention how good and serious.

A certain gentleman dog who had been in disguise for so long felt like he was going crazy.

If the body is captured first, are you afraid that the heart is not your own?

But at this time do not know, green shyness is not terrible, terrible is green and to learn seriously, that look is killing.

The infinite night color surrounds this intoxicated financial city, and the brilliant and psychedelic neon lights are like daylight lighting up the city that never sleeps.

The top floor of the hotel is high enough to overlook Victoria Harbor at night at its best.

But in someone's eyes, the most beautiful night is not outside, but in themselves.

On the big bed, the atmosphere was scorching.

For a moment it was a little hard to tell who was tormenting whom.

Lu Beihuai lying, forehead covered with fine sweat, the temperature of the air conditioning may not be low enough, arm covered with a thin layer of sweat, breathing deep and deep, over and over again, tortured by the hand that refused to let go of his head blank.

Said he was going to help him.

But for a while it wasn't clear if it was helping him or torturing him, and he was going crazy anyway.

The hands were delicate and soft, the problem was that this job might not be too suitable for this young master.

His forehead protruding, he reached out and pulled Song Qie, who was sitting on top of him, holding back his breath to make a mess and gently advised, "Baby, you're working too hard like this, why don't you--"

"No, I have promised to help you." Song Qie frowned once and pressed Lu Beihuai back down on the pillow, looking down at her hands and frowning in distress, "What's wrong with you, why don't you come out yet, that long? My hands are sore."

Lu Beihuai snapped back onto the bed, breathing deeply the moment he was gripped tightly in a soft grip, taking several deep breaths, the veins in his neck hidden by the frequency.

How he hadn't expected the guy to suddenly stop being shy about this.

But he ......

It's really going crazy.

Song Qie glanced at Lu Beihuai, who was shielding his face with his arm, and saw the knots in his throat as he rolled, sweating so much with the air-conditioning on, and then looked down, following the drops of sweat that were sliding down his chest as it undulated up and down, flowing downward as he breathed out, and then seeming to go back up a little as he exhaled.

The ones in his hand are also getting more and more energized, as if he doesn't mean to come out.

It seems like almost twenty minutes.

He wrinkled his brow, a little impatient in fact, and deliberately screwed it up a little, "Why haven't--"

The words splashed coolly into his face.

"......"

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Song Qie blinks lightly, her eyelids and eyelashes seem to be stuck, as well as her face and lips, and after meeting Lu Beihuai's incredulous look, she purses her lips, takes a deep breath in annoyance, and blushes as if she's on fire.

Lu Beihuai used this to sit up, took Song Qie into his arms and wiped his face, seeing that he was so angry that his eyes were red: "Let you rest you don't want to, how tired."

"...... Lu, Beihuai, Huai!" Song Qie lowers her head and presses her face into Lu Beihuai's arm, wiping it clean, "You really are!!!"

It's long and plentiful!!!

Excessive!

Lu Beihuai let him wipe his face, lifting his other hand to pat the back of his head, his tone gentle and coaxing, his face almost smiling, "I'm sorry, ah, next time I'll shout 321."

"......" Song Qie looked up and stared at him slyly, "Psycho, you better not yell."

Who's going to yell 321 when that one's on? Won't they suddenly shrivel up?

"Hands are tired." Lu Beihuai leaned his back against the bed, bent his legs slightly, let Song Qie sit in his arms, took his hand that he had just soiled, wiped off the ones in his palm with his fingers, and then put them behind his slender waist, "Baby, will you be scared?"

"...... What are you afraid of?" Song Qie looked back at Lu Beihuai's hand, so nervous that her speech was a little fluttering, "I know how it is, come on."

There's something about that.

Isn't it just a matter of getting in and out?

It can be uncomfortable at first, but how do you know if it's appropriate until you try it.

"Try it first then?" Lu Beihuai placed his hand outside and nodded.

Song Qie hurriedly covered her lips.

But none of it stopped the sound that had just spilled out.

It was soft, like a kitten's voice.

Lu Beihuai The color of his eyes instantly deepened.

......

"...... stop stop stop!"

"Okay, stop."

Breathe, breathe.

Song Qie felt like she could again, "Okay, go ahead."

The next second--

"Stop again."

"......"

"...... Wait, wait, wait for me!"

Song Qie hands together clasped, crying tears, pitifully raised his eyes to Lu Beihuai on the body, shook his hands together clasped, choked and showed weakness, "How ...... about we do it next time."

Just as he finished, two drops of sweat dripped onto his cheeks and his brow quivered.

He crashed into Lu Beihuai thick deep eye color, like force majeure fell into the abyss, braced on the side of the face of the arms tense strength when the outline of the muscle lines, accompanied by sweat through the strong hormones, silently put down his hands want to sidestep, but was turned back.

"Baby, isn't it too late for that."

A dark, slightly breathy voice fell overhead.

Lu Beihuai lowered his head and kissed the sweat off the tip of his nose, his voice was gentle, "Try again, okay?"

"...... I think it might not work well."

"How can a man not."

Firm arms were close to his face, and when he lowered his head, their breaths entwined, wrapped in warmth, with a gradual yet unignorable ambiguity, and everything began to fester.

"It's okay to cry out, it's normal, we have to be upfront about how we feel."

Song Qie violently covered her mouth, held her breath and looked at Lu Beihuai in dismay, her eyes reddened instantly and tears came out of her eyes.

Lu Beihuai pulled his hand away and clasped his fingers together by his ear.

Soothing his fears with a kiss that swallowed the whimper along with it.

Bit by bit, time passed, and the surroundings seemed to become vaporized, even the thoughts were completely pulled along.

Song Qie didn't think it would feel like this.

Sweating and exhausted.

He even felt Lu Beihuai was very restrained and restrained in slowing down his movements just for fear of making him hyperventilate, but even so, it still felt like his heart was beating so fast that his head was engulfed by the sensation.

"...... Beihuai."

"Tired?" Lu Beihuai was wrapped around her shoulders by these sweaty, slender arms, and donning her face, she kissed the inside of the arms in fascination.

"Do you feel good like this?"

"Just as long as you don't feel bad."

"Why don't we go to bed."

Lu Beihuai: "......" really tortured him to death.

Who knows.

"Let's sleep like this." Song Qie went from a sitting position straight down on his chest, her forehead against her shoulder, closing her eyes sleepily, "Don't go out there."

Within a minute, he was on his chest, sweating and asleep.

Lu Beihuai is ultimately helpless, his hand wiped away Song Qie forehead wet hair, this is full of flushed and sweaty beautiful can not, see him sleepy like this, or did not give up, slowly retreat.

Who knew it was being put in again.

"That's it." Song Qie, too sleepy to open her eyes, hugged Lu Beihuai, nestled her face in the side of his neck, and closed her eyes and muttered, "...... It's just a little stuffed."

Lu Beihuai took a deep breath, but there was no other way but to wait for the person to sleep and then get it out.

He took the sweaty fellow into his arms and gazed down at the sleeping form in his arms with a satisfaction he had never known before.

God is actually fair and will sprinkle courage and luck evenly under disaster and pain.

From beginning to end, what he wanted was not an apology from the Lu family or the attention of the Song family; none of these mattered to him.

Lu Beihuai lowered his head and dropped light kisses on the reddened eyelids.

--If they get you next time, call them back, you hear me?

Well, hear that, he came late lover.