The sick young master went to dance again

Song Yuxing took two steps forward and had to tilt his head slightly to meet the man's gaze. He is 1.7 meters 1.8, which is really not short, but the person in front of him is almost half a head taller than him, at least [-] meters [-] or more .

Judging from the momentum, he lost.

What he said just now is not false, Lu Si is really handsome in fighting, and his clean and neat movements look like he has been practiced. That night, Lu Si was drunk and his fighting power was weakened, so he fought with him.

The eyes of the two met in the air, and the man looked cold, obviously forgetting what happened that night.

Song Yuxing put his hands in front of him neatly, bowed seriously to Lu Si, his light-colored eyes were pure and sincere, "Brother, thank you for saving me just now."

"..." Lu Si was silent.

He is quite familiar, and he is the elder brother when he opens his mouth and shuts his mouth.

He looked at the well-behaved face of the person in front of him, his facial features were still a little immature and green, he looked like a high school student, maybe he really was a high school student.

He looked away without any trace, "It's all right, let's go."

Song Yuxing: "I..."

Lu Si: "Go out."

Lu Yuxing let out a muffled oh, stepped out, and closed the door by the way.

Lu Si raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, a little helpless, then turned around and stood in front of the urinal, continuing what he had just left unfinished, this time it was finally not interrupted.

He washed his hands, took out a paper towel and slowly dried the water stains on his hands, and arranged his uncluttered clothes in front of the mirror before turning around and walking outside.

As soon as he opened the door, he was caught off guard and saw that fair and beautiful face, and those amber eyes, and with a shy smile, he waved at him.

Lu Si took a half step back strategically.

He frowned slightly, "Why haven't you left yet?"

"I..." The young man lowered his eyes, clutched at the hem of his clothes a little bit awkwardly, his warm and soft voice sounded very confident, "I dare not go back, they won't let me go, I... I am afraid."

This pitiful and helpless little appearance is indeed very sympathetic, but Lu Si obviously has no extra sympathy. Is it possible that he still wants to send him back?The small abacus is pretty good.

Lu Si said impatiently: "Let your parents come and pick you up."

Unexpectedly, the other party said in a low voice: "I don't have parents."

Song Yunxiu, who was sitting in the office staring at the computer screen and working seriously, suddenly sneezed. It was a hot day, so maybe some bastard was speaking ill of him behind his back.

In the hallway outside the bathroom.

Lu Si was slightly taken aback, and didn't know what to say for a while, after all, he was not a hard-hearted person, and the other party looked like a child who didn't know much about the world.

He took out his wallet, took out two 100 yuan bills and handed them over, "Take a taxi and go back."

"I can't take it." Song Yuxing hurriedly put her hands behind her back, her beautiful eyes filled with embarrassment, and said very firmly: "You helped me, I can't ask for your money."

Lu Si held the money in the air, the 200 yuan was really nothing to Mr. Lu.

The corner of his mouth twitched into an emotionless smile, and he pulled the young man's hand hidden behind his back, and with a bit of a strong aura, he stuffed the two banknotes into the other's hand.

After doing this, he turned around with his long legs and left.

Song Yuxing looked down at the money in his hand, and couldn't help but startled. The uncomfortable expression on his face instantly turned into gnashing of teeth, and he waved his fist viciously at the tall and straight figure in front of him.

He had reason to suspect that the bastard was blind.

Little Young Master Song would not give up so easily, after he finished swinging his fist, he quickly chased after him, followed him step by step, and begged pitifully: "Brother, you are a good man, can you do it to the end, can you..."

"No." Lu Si said two words without looking back.

"Please..." Song Yuxing reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes, "Can you take me in for a night, I will repay you, really!"

The line of the man's jaw tightened, and his face gradually became impatient. How could it be so rare for him to do such a good thing and cause such a little trouble for himself? He unceremoniously stretched out his hand and pushed the young man on the shoulder.

He hates physical contact, even if it's clothes being pulled.

He swears that his strength is definitely not great.

But why did this kid fall back as if he didn't have any weight, and the back of his head hit the wall, making a dull sound, and he closed his eyes and passed out on the spot.

The man stood in the corridor, looking at the slender young man with his head tilted on the floor, as if he was about to lose his breath in the next second, his tense facial muscles twitched slightly.

"..."

Grass!

Punch hit his head, didn't he?

This kid is a paper man, right? If the wind blows, he will fall down?

How can there be such a weak person?

Mr. Lu's mind was full of grass and mud horses galloping past. He tentatively stretched out his foot and kicked the opponent's calf, and said coldly: "Hey, wake up, don't play this trick with me."