The sick young master went to dance again

Chapter 19 Song Xiao Green Tea

Song Yuxing dealt with Han Ye a few words casually, then hung up the phone in a hurry, paying attention to Lu Si who was driving next to him from the corner of his eyes, the other party looked as usual, looking at the car driving ahead.

He probably didn't hear the conversation between him and Han Ye.

His gaze moved down involuntarily, and stayed on the hands resting on the steering wheel. The palms were broad, the fingers were well-knit, slender and well-proportioned, and slightly raised blue veins could be seen on the back of the hands.

Full of power.

If touched by these hands...

The thought was suddenly cut off, and Song Yuxing shifted his eyes without a trace, looking at the passing street scene outside the window.

Even if you are sick, you still have the energy to think about these things. Song Yuxing, what kind of pornographic waste are you pretending to be in your mother's mind? He cursed in his heart that he had a brain problem.

The person surnamed Lu has nothing but appearances.

The carriage fell into silence again.

Lu Si suddenly thought of a question. Since Song Yuxing is a student of Beicheng University, he should be staying there. Did you tell him pitifully that he was homeless last night?Want to sleep in the park?

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly asked, "Should I take you downstairs to the dormitory later?"

Song Yuxing: "No need, just go to the school gate."

As soon as the words fell, Song Yuxing noticed that Lu Si's face suddenly became ugly, and there was a gloomy atmosphere around him, as if he was about to be thrown out of the car in the next second.

what happened?

Did he say something wrong?

His head was still dizzy, and his ability to think had also declined a lot. Song Yuxing looked at the man's cold and stern profile, thinking in a daze, and suddenly a flash of inspiration came to his mind.

Unfortunately, he seems to have overlooked one thing.

In this case, it should be pre-emptive.

Young Master Song had a pale face, clutched the hem of his clothes with both hands nervously, looked at Lu Si hesitantly, paused for a moment before speaking softly: "Brother, I'm sorry, I lied to you last night. "

Lu Si saw all his reactions from the corner of his eyes.

I'll see how you argue.

"Well... I actually have a place to live, just in the school dormitory."

"But I didn't want to go back, so I lied to you."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

Lu Si was unmoved, as if he had heard a boring joke, the corners of his lips curled up in an emotionless arc, "It has nothing to do with me, get off the car as soon as you get to school."

"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to lie to you." The young man's head drooped deeply, like a quail, his weak voice was a little nasal, "My bed was wet by my roommate, Even if I go back, I won’t be able to sleep.”

Lu Sixun looked at the reputation, and saw the expression on the other side's face that was about to cry.

He couldn't help asking: "Your roommate?"

Song Yuxing still lowered his head, his voice became smaller and smaller, he secretly pinched his thigh where Lu Si couldn't notice, his eye circles gradually turned red, "They don't seem to like me very much, and I don't know how to do it myself Something went wrong."

Sorry, my future roommates who haven't met yet.

Grass!

Why do you suddenly feel like green tea?

After waiting for a long time without waiting for Lu Si's response, Song Yuxing quietly raised his eyes and took a peek at him. The man had already withdrawn his gaze and was driving the car without looking sideways.

I don't know whether to believe it or not.

Regardless, just keep pretending.

I believe that soon, he will be able to win the Oscar winner, all of which are the acting skills honed here at Lu Si.

I'm dizzy, go to sleep first.

Two and 10 minutes later, the black Porsche stopped in front of the gate of the East Campus of North City University.

It was class time at this time, and there were not many students coming in and out, but every student who passed by would set their sights on the stylish and cool Porsche.

I don't know which overlord is sitting inside.

"arrive."

Lu Si turned his head to look at the person in the passenger seat. The young man seemed to have fallen asleep and was leaning against the back of the seat with his head tilted. He closed his eyes, probably because of discomfort, his delicate eyebrows were slightly frowned.

It seems that even the tear mole under the corner of the eye has dimmed a lot.

The man looked at that face in silence, and when he saw the tear mole, he couldn't help but think of Horning.

The two people seemed to be of the same type, and they both looked clean, but apart from the mole, their looks were not similar. Obviously, the young man in front of him was even more handsome, even beautiful.

However, how can this timid, weak and fearful boy compare with Huo Ning, Huo Ning just has bad eyesight, no, he is fucking blind!

Song Yuxing slept very lightly, opened his eyes in a daze, and saw the man next to him frowning, with a look of bitterness and hatred, those who didn't know thought he was constipated.

At this moment, the man gave him a sideways glance, with a bit of displeasure in his magnetic voice, "Get out of the car when you wake up."

I don't know who provoked him.

"Oh..." Song Yuxing slowly unbuckled his seat belt, opened the car door and got out, and bowed very seriously to the people in the car, "Thank you for taking me back."

"..." Lu Si caught a glimpse of a bag of medicine in the corner of the co-pilot, leaned over and handed it to Song Yuxing, and then closed the co-pilot's door with a "bang", the action can be described as clean.

Song Yuxing: "Thank you..."

your mom!

The Porsche drove off, dust flying.

Young Master Song silently recited the mantra of "Don't get angry".

Instead of going back to school, he called an online car-hailing app on his mobile phone, and asked for a leave of absence from the counselor on WeChat.

After returning to the apartment, I didn't do anything. I lay on the bed and slept for a long time, and then I almost recovered.

Colds and fevers are commonplace for Song Yuxing, and it's no big deal if you get used to them, but he has become a little more delicate recently, probably because his parents and elder brother are used to it.

For them, a little illness or pain is like facing a big enemy, and they are too nervous and worried.

……

"Hello, Mr. Lu."

"Morning, Mr. Lu."

Passing employees turned their surprised eyes to Lu Si, why Mr. Lu was dressed so casually today, loose sportswear and sneakers, extraordinarily youthful.

If you ignore that deadpan face.

Lu Si acted as if he didn't notice everyone's gaze, and he just hummed indifferently when he said hello, and walked towards the exclusive elevator with a pair of long legs.

Even in sportswear, the aura is still [-] meters.

The president's office is on the top floor.

The floor numbers in the elevator kept jumping, and with a "ding", the elevator door opened, and as soon as Lu Si walked out, the assistant rushed over to greet him.

"Mr. Lu, you are back. Mr. Song has been waiting in your office for more than an hour, and he is almost settling down in your office."

Mr. Lu raised his eyebrows slightly, "It's okay to wait a little longer."

What is wrong with Song Yunxiu?

Unjust brothers are used to hurt.