Chapter 49: "Your sexual orientation is Adrian."

Fragile and weak49

Song Qie felt a hand rubbing on his stomach, rubbing him comfortably, just a little bit itchy.

He was awakened by an itch.

"......"

"Awake?"

Song Qie slowly opened her eyes to the familiar surroundings of the hospital.

Then there's Lu Beihuai's near-face storm, this anxious look reflected in his eyes.

He seemed to remember what was wrong with him, but this time the pain did come out of nowhere, and he wondered if it was because of the two sips of wine he'd taken last night.

"Do you want to poop?" Lu Beihuai saw Song Qie waking up, and put away the hand that was rubbing her tummy, there was no meat at all on her tummy, how could she be constipated?

Song Qie : "......" closed her eyes again with a black eye.

What kind of greeting is that? He won't listen.

Don't tell him it's caused by constipation.

Lu Beihuai saw Song Qie's eyes closed and the tips of his ears red, and knew that it was the topic that embarrassed him.

He sat back on the edge of the bed, "The doctor said it's a relapse caused by a sudden fever, and also said there's a certain probability that it's due to constipation, and asked you not to exert yourself too much when you go to the toilet, and to adjust your diet."

Song Qie silently pulled the covers upwards to cover her face.

"Your hand is still being injected, don't move." Lu Beihuai quickly pulled his hand, so that he didn't move, seeing that he was still pulling the quilt to cover his face, thinking of just now, his mood was very complicated:

"Song Qie, how the hell do you take care of yourself, how dare you come out to study by yourself just like that, collapsing can scare people half to death."

"It's not because of you."

Song Qie pulled down the covers and stared at Lu Beihuai with grudging eyes, "Can you stop hanging around in front of me all day?"

Lu Beihuai felt that he was disliked, was sad for two seconds, then got angry, and then said with a straight face: "Why can't I? I'm an exchange student, you're the project leader, we have exchanges which is learning, do you think I like hanging out in front of you? I'm here to learn."

Song Qie : "......" seems to have fifty percent of the truth too.

"Now it's good that I have to take such a risk when I look for you to study, the group leader is unwell and constipated from time to time, which seriously affects the progress of my studies." Lu Beihuai said with vigor.

Song Qie raises her uninjected hand and points to the door without a word.

The meaning is obvious.

--Roll

Lu Beihuai stared at the white, slender finger with a sultry expression.

What makes this guy hate him, what makes him!

Hassan walks in with the report card and sees these two in the same mood again, he looks at his roommate's expressionless face and sees Lu Beihuai sitting there next to him like a grumpy husky.

This image is like a cat and dog fight.

I want to laugh when I think of Lu Beihuai's expressionless face wiping his tears just now.

There's a laugh at the door and Song Qie looks over to see Hassan laughing, "What's wrong?"

Hassan just met Lu Beihuai's eyes, and did not hold back to slap his forehead and laugh out loud, he himself has a low point of laughter, on that kind of ...... contrast is really make him feel funny, seems to be a noble gentleman Patrick in front of their own housemates is really like a big dog.

This is definitely not a derogatory term.

Song Qie: "?" What's wrong with laughing so outrageously and holding the report sheet in her hands, "Something bad happened to me? The test report is not good?"

"Bah." Lu Beihuai coldly yucked.

Hassan couldn't hold it in any longer and laughed so hard that his stomach hurt, "Adrian, you don't even know, Patrick cried so hard just now, it really made me laugh."

Lu Beihuai, expressionless, like a cold killer: "Who's crying?"

"I recorded it." Hassan laughed so hard that tears came to his eyes as he stood up, walked over to the bed and pulled out his cell phone, making a show of handing it to Song Qie to look at, only to be met with a warning look from Lu Beihuai's half-smiled eyes.

Call it oppressive, it's very oppressive.

But then he couldn't tense up again when he thought of that image at the door just now of the expressionless man wiping his tears with a tissue and saying he hadn't cried.

"Hahahahaha--"

Song Qie looked at Hassan smiling like this and hesitantly looked at Lu Beihuai: "Did I scare you?"

"How could it be." Lu Beihuai leaned his back against the back of the chair, and despite wearing a black tracksuit, the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose revealed a bit of cold detachment, except that the strength of his conviction in saying this didn't quite match his aura, because his eyelids were a bit red.

Song Qie guessed what was going on and let out a soft laugh, "Mouthful."

First in the world.

Lu Beihuai lips stiffened for a moment, but still pretended to be calm, as if he did not hear.

Hassan still can't hold back and hands Song Qie his cell phone.

That is, until the video came out with loud noises and a very manic 'Fuck' tirade.

Lu Beihuai's expression clearly panicked at that moment, strategically holding his glasses and rolling his throat to remain calm.

Song Qie sits up and takes the cell phone Hassan hands her.

The video is of a hospital emergency room, and there are a lot of people, because the healthcare system over here is so strapped for emergency resources that lines are common, and even when there's nothing very life-threatening, you can be in line for ten hours without exaggeration.

He saw that he was lying right on the hospital bed cart, already wearing an oxygen mask, and the sign monitoring showed signs that were sort of stable, with low blood oxygen, which by definition was past the danger of hypoxia, and could be watched or waited on, giving the opportunity to a patient in more crisis.

But Lu Beihuai got mad.

Emergency room is very many people, also crowded, Lu Beihuai directly yanked up the collar of the doctor, did not give anyone any opportunity to retort a flurry of output, the face of the cold to the extreme, its own physique is tall, such a physique and verbal threats will cause a lot of pressure on people.

It's not like there's no line for such a stress bust.

"He has complex congenital heart disease, it's tetralogy of Fallot, anytime he develops respiratory distress it's dangerous, right now his lips are cyanotic and he's losing consciousness, if that's not the highest priority for resuscitation I don't think you're professionals, and I don't think you can afford to take the heat for what are the consequences of you delaying one more second from now on. "

"Doctors, you're the professionals, so please re-judge, does he need to be in line when he's already like this? Is there still time to line up?"

"In China first aid time is the golden four minutes, now ten minutes have passed, can there be any delay?"

"I ask if there is any delay ！！！！"

"Don't you dare delay!!!"

The words almost broke the tone.

Like it was going to blow up the cell phone handset.

The video doesn't come to a screeching halt, and by this time it seems to be well into arranging emergency room visits, except that the camera shakes the black screen a bit, and the only thing that ends up in the frame is a paper towel.

[Don't cry, wipe your tears.] It's Hassan's voice.

[I didn't cry.

The voice sounds calm, as if it's not the person who just raged, only to be swept away by the camera as he wipes tears from his eyes.

Exactly Lu Beihuai.

Lu Beihuai Hearing the extremely grumpy voice in the video and the last conversation, taking a deep breath, your son silently adjusted his sitting posture to maintain good manners and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, trying to set aside with the people who were quarreling in the video.

"...... poof."

Lu Beihuai frowns and stares at the person who is laughing.

Song Qie leaning on the bed, drooping eyes to see in the smile, may not have fully recovered, this face is still a little pale, hooked lips smile with eyes curved, eyebrows stretching, arched lips like dyeing bright face, slightly look not so weak.

It seemed like watery salt vapor, a 'bared' irritation, a swollen heart.

He didn't even notice that he was staring.

In my heart, I felt proud that I had made Song Qie laugh, and that it was my own doing.

Until he bumped into these beautiful eyes, amber eyes like glazes, flowing with bright light, and was looking at himself with a smile on his face, as if he was being read his mind, and the smile was like a mirror, trying to hide the feelings of rebellion that were welling up in his heart.

The heartbeat, however, couldn't hide the jumbled rhythm.

Thinking it can be covered up.

Only to be exposed to sinus arrhythmia by the automatic heart rate measurement of the sports watch on my wrist, silently blocking the watch out.

"So fierce." Song Qie's eyes rippled with laughter as she looked over to Lu Beihuai : "You're worried about me?"

Honestly, that statement sounds like a joke.

But it was just strange, the corners of his lips just rose so indisputably.

Lu Beihuai, sensing something was amiss, lowered his head to hold up his glasses, palmed the corner of his lips as he attempted to be indisputable, and his voice was muted, "It's common sense for a normal person, right, I just don't think that the healthcare system over here is perfect."

"I don't throw tantrums in the emergency room." Hassan bursts out laughing at this, "Don't you pull your personal behavior on me, your common sense isn't the same as mine."

Lu Beihuai throat knots rolled, looked at Song Qie, saw him still laughing, sitting upright abruptly stood up: "I'll go out to buy a cup of coffee."

"Beihuai."

Lu Beihuai was on his feet.

Shouted in Chinese, not with his name, just his name, Beihuai.

He pursed his lips straight and coughed, "What's wrong?"

You're speaking in Chinese and you don't want Hassan to hear it. Are you trying to tell him a secret? Are you embarrassed?

"Thank you." Song Qie looked at Lu Beihuai's back, he thanked him from the bottom of his heart, knowing why Lu Beihuai was holding a grudge against himself and not willing to let go, but the man wasn't a bad person by nature, and he had helped himself out a few times in only a few days.

"No more thanks?" Lu Beihuai sidestepped.

"Then let's not fight." Song Qie poked at the man's mouth, he didn't really have to hold a grudge, did he, and wouldn't have saved him if he had.

Because he knew that when he was sick before, Lu Beihuai had maliciously procrastinated before, and would be able to show vindictive behavior at that time.

It doesn't seem to be there now.

Or maybe it's growing up.

How about he is also older, this matter if Lu Beihuai did not deal with good ideas, then he can be slightly more active, but also for his own good, after all, he came here is originally unthinkable things, and it is not possible to because of thanks to this body to let himself be reborn, and a back down.

Lu Beihuai's breath caught in his throat and he half narrowed his eyes, "You ......"

Did, did he want to--

With your body?

"Let's be friends." Song Qie decided to take the initiative to resolve the matter, "I did do something wrong in the past, but we're adults now, we can't be so childish like little kids, and I'm willing to make it up to you if I can help you in the next place."

As soon as his words fell, he saw Lu Beihuai walk away without looking back.

The back looks quite angry.

No less a backstory than the one in that video earlier.

It's like the next thing you know you're pulling out a tissue to wipe your eyes.

Song Qie: "......" What does this guy mean, this won't work?

Throwing yourself in the face again?

Hassan on the other side couldn't hold it in and laughed out loud as he slapped his leg, "Adrian, Patrick is a funny man, how can he look so expensive and funny."

Song Qie shrugged helplessly and shook her head, "I don't know, can't always figure him out."

Never got it.

It's like this guy is irritable and cloudy.

What's with the anger when you were doing something good.

"I think it was what you said that broke his heart." Hassan laughs.

"Me?" Song Qie pointed to herself, "Where did I say anything to upset him, I just thanked him."

"It's not like people want a good guy card."

"What good guy card?"

Hassan coughed and smiled mysteriously with a knowing look, "He's super in love with you."

Song Qie: "?" "What the hell

"He probably thought you were going to give yourself to him." Hassan saw Song Qie like this and sighed: "Hey, to be honest, it's really painful to like a straight man, Adrian, you're really too straight, then didn't you see Patrick's expression just now, I was afraid that he was going to pull out a tissue to wipe his tears again."

Song Qie is puzzled: "He says he's straight."

Hassan patted Song Qie's shoulder lovingly, "Think about it." He stood up, "I'll go meet him for you."

Song Qie : "......" What is he going to think.

Think Lu Beihuai is straight?

In front of the self-service drink machine in the hallway, someone kuku filled a couple cups of coffee, and for those who didn't know, they thought they were drinking.

"Patrick."

Lu Beihuai glanced sideways at Hassan beside him with an indifferent expression, "Why don't you stay with him."

"You like Adrian, don't you."

Lu Beihuai squeezed the paper cup tightly as he sneered, "How can that be."

"Adrian is super popular." Hassan raised an eyebrow and laughed, "Look at how good looking he is, how pretty he is, good grades, good ability, male and female, that's if he's a step behind, then he'll be someone's husband, or wife."

Lu Beihuai Suddenly flattened the paper cup, his jawline tensed.

Hassan: "I don't know what happened to you guys, but you know, a step too slow is a step too slow, and it's too late to regret it. Want to know how to chase Adrian?"

Lu Beihuai is silent for a moment, the knot in his throat rolls a few times, and he looks down at Hassan: "I'm not sexually attracted to men."

"I know, you're sexually oriented Adrian."

Lu Beihuai: "..."

It's really fake.

Hassan smiled mysteriously, "Let's do it this way, I'll teach you how to chase Adrian, and you tell me about Angus (Xu Tingshen)'s daily hobbies. But say yes, Adrian may not like you, it's very hard to bend him."

Lu Beihuai didn't answer, and after a moment, he took out his cell phone and handed it to Hassan: "Give me Adrian's contact information first."

Hassan's eyes widened, "You don't have his contact info?" Eyes as if to say not even a basic step like that, "What happened to you two before, cutting ties?"

Lu Beihuai was dumbfounded.

So what's the solution? He tried to find a way to do it the first day he came in, but it just wouldn't add up to him.

It caused him to lose sleep all night.

Hassan laughed until he slapped his thighs, he took Lu Beihuai's cell phone, but inadvertently glanced at his cell phone screen saver, froze for a moment, suddenly the phone was taken back, surprised to look at Lu Beihuai: "...... that screen saver?"

The pretty girl in the pink dress looks like Song Qie, huh?

Lu Beihuai didn't answer, unlocking and opening the software before handing the phone to Hassan.

"Wait, Adrian doesn't have a sister, does he?" Hassan, not one to hold back his curiosity, gave him Song Qie's cell phone number here, and when Lu Beihuai didn't answer he brought it back, "I'm not going to help you until you tell me who that girl is, and don't tell me you already have a girlfriend."

"No."

Hassan saw Lu Beihuai's cold face, but his ears suddenly red, a strong desire to gossip surged up, he thought of an incredible speculation and covered his mouth, "...... That wouldn't be Adrian, would it?"

Lu Beihuai gets his cell phone back, sees this new number and wants to enter a note.

Instead, the note went back and forth in his head a couple times.

"I'll think of one for you, bae." Hassan winked.

Lu Beihuai, fingertip lunge.

Hassan explains with a smile, "Before anyone else (the only one in life)."

Lu Beihuai glances at Hassan, "Yes."