Chapter 1: "Is it still mad at me?"

Weak and delicate1

The sounds of conversation grew clearer, disturbing the sleepers.

Song Qie feels like he's lying on a big soft bed, but his body is in excruciating pain, his chest stutters, and he thinks to himself, "Wasn't he hit by a car under a bridge, and did someone take him to the hospital?

You're still alive?

Just as he tried to open his eyes, the sound of conversation in his ears stilled him.

"How can you let Song Qie go down there when you know he can't surf or do these strenuous activities?"

"I'm sorry, it was an oversight on my part."

"Beihuai, I let you stay in Song's house is because I think you can help uncle keep an eye on him, you know his temper best, how capricious he is are known, not to mention he has a heart condition, this time he drowned and fever almost caused myocarditis, he can't be tossed around again. I don't have much to ask of him, usually you also watch him more, if he really doesn't listen to you, you will come back to me."

"I know Uncle Song, it's my fault this time, I'll pay attention afterward."

"I also know that you are a good boy, like your father you are hardy and capable, and this time it was you who saved Song Qie, you don't need to worry about school, I will arrange for you to go abroad with Song Qie to study at the university, and I'll have to ask you to take care of him in the future as well."

"Okay Uncle Song."

"Starting tomorrow I go out with his mother for half a month, this period of time to keep an eye on Song Qie some, especially after he rested well back to school, don't let him follow the gang of male children all day long to mix with the wine and can't drink cigarettes and can't touch the physical quality is not comparable to other people net to play with these wild, and so on fell on the side of the road to be picked up by people don't know ......"

The middle-aged man's unmistakable tone was still audible until he closed the door to the room.

Silence soon returned to the large room, and the sound of footsteps walking to the bedside seemed clear.

Song Qie lies on the bed in the original position, holding her breath at the sound of approaching footsteps, her heart pounding, not daring to open her eyes.

Wait, what is it now? Surfing? Heart attack? Lu Bei ...... Huai?

Uh-huh? Why does it sound familiar, isn't this the fictional character that his sister who loves reading novels just told him about?

It's the story of the real young master, Lu Beihuai, who has been taken over by the fake young master, Song Qie. Lu Beihuai has laid a gentle trap for the fake young master, Song Qie, and wants to drag the arrogant and domineering Song Qie who has bullied him into hell step by step.

To this end, a years-long setup is set up, culminating in the reclaiming of True Young Master's identity, the taking of the syndicate away from him, and the creation of a scandal in which Song Qie dies in bed because of playing restrictive games with men while high on xenobiotics.

Young Master Zhen is pitiful, but he's also a ruthless man.

At the time, he could barely write his paper even after hearing his sister finish it, and the embarrassment for others came on all at once.

...... is not right, etc!

So he ...... is now?

Just then, footsteps approached.

Suddenly, his cheek was pinched so hard that he froze and dared not move.

"Song Qie, how come you're not dead?"

A low, somber voice fell on his ears.

Song Qie ："...... "Who is pinching his face, Lu, Lu Beihuai 吗? It's so scary, and it hurts so much to pinch his face.

No, it really hurts.

Is it pinching his face?

Huh?

He's the 'Song Qie' of fiction now, huh?

Song Qie tentatively, slowly opened her eyes.

Lu Beihuai has just been criticized and is in a very bad mood.

It is clear that this arrogant guy is bent on going to play surfing, his own physical quality of a few pounds are not clear, follow the gang of fox friends to play nonsense.

It's really a good thing I didn't die.

He reached out expressionlessly and cupped the slightly pale face in its lethargy, the delicate skin reddening in the cheeks with a slight squeeze.

It was also at this time that the sleeping teenager slowly opened his eyes.

Perhaps the timing of the opening of his eyes was too sudden for his hand to be withdrawn, just in time to run into these wet, bewildered eyes, and the pensive demeanor made the eyes look overwhelmed with fear.

This is not good health, by the family to raise the golden and delicate, this too pale as snow face in the blank expression, actually in this instant let a person feel pathetic.

Lu Beihuai The tips of his fingers lurched, and his expression switched from somber to gentle almost instantly, bending down, the original pinching of his cheeks changed to a gentle caress.

"Young master, are you awake, is there anything wrong?"

Song Qie : "......" is really not a dream.

Get real.

He went so far as to ......

Accidentally wearing a book.

He looked at the strange but brilliant face close at hand.

Hmm~ This future big brother is kinda handsome.

For a moment, he didn't react to his situation.

Lu Beihuai saw Song Qie looking at himself blankly, not knowing what tricks he was playing again or if he was burnt silly, he said in a gentle tone, "Young master, next time we won't play in the water, it must be dangerous for you to go into the water when you don't even know how to swim."

Before Song Qie could react to the drama of the moment, she saw Lu Beihuai walking to the side, not knowing what he was going to do.

"Lu Beihuai?" he rolled over and sat up, his body was limp and it was still a bit of a struggle to sit up, his feet had just hit the ground when he saw Lu Beihuai walking back.

The next second people were dumbfounded.

"Young master, the dog is here."

Song Qie originally just want to shout to see, prove it, who knows Lu Beihuai walked to his front, one knee squatting on the bedside, holding his feet to be placed on the floor, suddenly stupid, scalp numb toes gouge the ground, the dog is what the ghost!

Ahhhhhhhhhh!

What's wrong with him being embarrassed on behalf of someone, panicking, he drew his foot back, "What dog, you, you calm down."

Lu Beihuai didn't move and kept this position, raising his eyes to Song Qie as if he had never seen him in this state, "Young master, didn't you say I was your dog?"

Song Qie: "......"

Not anymore.

He's not going to play this plot and die again.

Wait--

No, this must be a trap.

As the bullied Lu Beihuai, how could he enjoy the title of dog so much? Is it hard to believe that this is casting some kind of suspicion on him?

Before he could speak again, he saw Lu Beihuai stand up.

Perhaps too superior in height and physique, broad-shouldered and long-legged under the black tracksuit, the oppressive feeling of a tall physique loomed downward.

He couldn't help but look upwards, and immediately avoided Lu Beihuai's dark gaze as he looked over with downcast eyes, it's really scary, how can this ' Song Qie ' dare to bully such a tall person, looking at his own thin arms and legs, it seems that ' Song Qie ''Song Qie'' doesn't have a very clear perception of himself.

In a flash, she felt her body suddenly lift up in the air and was picked up, and subconsciously exclaimed in shock.

"Don't get out of bed yet, the doctor said you haven't recovered yet, what do you want to do, do you want to go to the bathroom, let me carry you."

Song Qie was put on the bedside, and saw Lu Beihuai sitting on the bedside with a worried and concerned face, not to mention how affectionate this look is.

He silently averted his eyes, still reeling from the shock of that 'here comes the dog' earlier.

Probably understand some more messages.

This Lu Beihuai, it's a white cut black.

"I hit it in the water earlier, and my knee is still red." Lu Beihuai held the snow-white right ankle with faint veins, so thin that it seemed to fold with a pinch, pulling up the loose trouser leg, he looked to Song Qie and saw that he wasn't looking at himself, "Does it hurt?"

Song Qie felt her ankles being grabbed by this big hand and her heart had exploded, how!

He tried to remain calm, not looking at Lu Beihuai: "It doesn't hurt."

What's with this guy, touching around?

Without a trace, trying to jerk his ankle away, who knew that the grip was tightened again.

!!!

"Are you still mad at me?" Lu Beihuai didn't let him hide, his gaze skimming over the joints that were reddening even his ankles.

Song Qie carefully moves her ankle again.

Lu Beihuai's hand clenched abruptly.

Song Qie cried, her eyelashes fluttered, and she whispered, "It hurts a little, can you be gentle?"

The quivering end of the sentence, the dark gaze, the almost choking tone of pleading, was so devastating in this angelic face that it seemed as if a heart of iron could be broken by inches.

"Sorry for hurting you."

The slender ankle that had been gripped so tightly was red with a patch of red, faintly visible knuckle marks.

Lu Beihuai stood up and reached out to check the temperature of Song Qie's forehead.

Song Qie subconsciously dodged, after dodging, glanced at Lu Beihuai's hand stopped in mid-air, and followed it upwards, right into this person's dark and cold hard gaze, this instant, there is a feeling that escape is about to be broken.

"......"

Oooooooo this is a very mean person, how dare ' Song Qie ' bully ah????

He really did wear a book because of an accident in a car accident, and he finally understood the terms he heard at his sister's place, and remembered to recite them in full when he met the protagonist of the novel with the same name.

I'm really dressed as Song Qie from the book, the Song Qie who's going to die in bed in a few years from now, high on pills.

No, this definitely won't work, he has to find another way, it's definitely not too late now, think of a way to return the identity of the real young master to Lu Beihuai in advance, while Lu Beihuai still doesn't know his real identity, he has to make Lu Beihuai's hatred not build up so deep.

Otherwise he'd be the one dying in his bed in a few years, and thinking about it for a moment now was really better than dying.

What to do What to do ......

Lu Beihuai was about to withdraw his hand, when he saw that the forehead that had originally avoided him, carefully, like a tentative deer, took the initiative to tilt his head back to press his forehead back into his hand.

The palm rubs over the delicate warmer skin.

The gesture was light, like a subtle gesture of goodwill, but the warmth of his forehead on the high side put his attention there.

He frowned slightly, "It's burning up again, is there anywhere you feel uncomfortable?"

Song Qie holds back her emotions and shakes her head, "Trying to sleep."

It was true, sleep would be a good way to hide from too much communication letting him organize his thoughts and how to sensitize the big male tall boss who was ready to go dark.

With that said he crawled back into bed himself and lifted the covers to get ready for bed.

It resulted in another ankle grip.

His body froze, why!!!! Always touching him!

"I forgot to help you take off your socks just now, take them off first." Lu Beihuai saw that Song Qie was about to go back to sleep and wanted to help him take off his socks, but he inadvertently saw that he was instantly red from the base of his ears to his neck.

"No, thanks." Song Qie hurriedly put his feet away and covered himself with the quilt, thinking that if he said two more words he might be exposed.

The book ' Song Qie ' arrogant and bossy is obviously an e man, but he is an i man, say more than two sentences can not pretend to be high and cold, may have to stutter, or first let him organize his thoughts don't touch!

Lu Beihuai stood beside the bed and saw the half head with its back to him, slightly exposed to the covers, and could see the tips of the ears were still red.

Thank you?

What kind of lustful trick is this arrogant guy playing again, is he being shy? Unlikely.

Or is it burned?