The sick young master went to dance again

The empty water bottle formed a parabola in mid-air, and landed firmly in the trash can not far away.

Lu Si stared at the drenched person in front of him, his fine bangs were wetted into strands sticking to his skin, his slender eyelashes fluttered slightly like butterfly wings, and water droplets flowed down his fair cheeks .

The white T-shirt was wet and turned translucent, and the beautiful collarbone and fair skin were faintly visible under the material.

It looked really pitiful.

Really dizzy?

Because of his indifferent push?

Judging by this fragile appearance, it is indeed possible.

Lu Si inexplicably felt a little guilty and sinful, he raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose, forget it, don't let anything happen later, "I'm a good man to the end, I'll send you to the hospital."

He originally wanted to carry the man directly on his shoulders, but thinking about it, this kid is like a sick child, so don't ruin him again at that time.

After a moment of silence, he bent down and hugged him horizontally.

That is, the princess hug.

He had never hugged anyone like this before, so this little sick man took advantage of it.

Not to mention it's quite light to hold, like a girl.

Song Yuxing's cheek was pressed against the man's shoulder and neck, where the other party couldn't see, the expression on that pretty face was extremely complicated, and it was the first time he was hugged like this by someone else.

At such a close distance, it seemed that he could still smell the faint smell of alcohol on the other party's body, and there was also a vague smell, like clear mint, which was not unpleasant.

Also, I have to admit that this figure is really good.

It's a pity that it grew on the body of this surname Lu.

……

Under the surprised eyes of everyone around, Lu Si walked out of the bar expressionlessly holding the person in his arms.

The cool night breeze blows.

Song Yuxing couldn't help shivering in the summer of September. His physique was not good, and he was poured a bottle of ice water on his head. He also felt cold in the 29-degree weather.

This dog man likes to pour water on others so much, it's still ice!

Thinking of this, Young Master Song gritted his teeth with hatred, wishing to bite Lu Si again.

When he arrived at the parking lot, Lu Si opened the door of the back seat, put the person in his arms on the seat gently, let him lie down, then turned around and sat in the driver's seat.

The emotionless mechanical female voice in the navigation sounded in the quiet car, and the destination was a nearby hospital.

Song Yuxing heard it clearly.

He didn't really want to be taken to the hospital.

The night was hazy.

The black Porsche sedan with a smooth body blended into the traffic flow, driving at a constant speed on the road.

A few minutes later, a soft nasal hum sounded in the quiet carriage.

Lu Si glanced at the rearview mirror from the corner of his eye.

The eyelashes of the young man lying in the back seat trembled slightly, then he opened his eyes, sat up with some difficulty propping up the seat, and looked around in confusion.

"Where am I?"

After finishing speaking, he looked down at his wet clothes again, raised his hand to touch his short black hair, which was also wet, and opened his eyes nervously and confusedly, "Why am I wet?!"

Lu Si: "..."

This is easily misunderstood.

"My head hurts..."

Song Yuxing raised his head and touched the back of his head, and sure enough, he touched a small bag. He was acting too hard just now, and really hurt himself.

The man in the driver's seat was still driving quietly, ignoring him at all.

Song Yuxing leaned forward, pulled the back of the front seat, and tilted his head to look at the man driving. The light in the car was dim, making the man's profile more handsome and three-dimensional.

"Didn't you just save my brother in the bathroom?"

The young man's eyes reflected the neon lights outside the car window, as if shattering the starlight, with a smile on his face, "Brother, have you decided to take me in, thank you brother!"

His voice was gentle and soft, and there was a hint of coquettishness in the aftertaste.

Lu Si didn't look sideways, and said in a cold tone, "I'm just taking you to the hospital."

Of course Song Yuxing refused.

"I'm fine, brother, don't worry."

"I don't want to go to the hospital."

Hearing this, Lu Si's slightly tense face twitched slightly, and even the hand holding the steering wheel was a little harder.

Who is so worried!

This little penci not only pretends to be affectionate, but also familiar.

One brother at a time, so smooth.

Like a little girl, I'm not too shy.

Now that he's awake, it's fine. He said impatiently, "Then take you home and tell me the address."

The young man was silent for a moment, then said falteringly, "I don't have a home."

After hearing this, Lu Si remembered what the other party said not long ago. He said that he had no family, and he didn't know if it was true or not. Hearing that tone was very sad and lonely.

The man's slender fingers casually pointed at the steering wheel, and his indifferent tone was exactly the same as before, "there's always a place to live." Maybe he lived under the overpass.

"Then take me to XX Park, there are benches there."

"Although the chair is very uncomfortable to sleep in, the night is still cold, there is no quilt, maybe some bad people will meet, and they will kidnap me to a remote mountain village to be someone's little husband or wife...but I can still sleep for a while. late."

"It's strange to say that my hair and clothes are wet, and there is no place to take a shower and change clothes. Maybe I will get sick and catch a cold tomorrow..."

"But it's okay, I won't blame you, brother."

Lu Si: "..."