The sick young master went to dance again

As soon as Lu Si walked to the first floor, he smelled the fragrance from the kitchen. He walked over looking for the fragrance, and saw a young man in a pink apron carefully holding a bowl of noodles and placing it on the island.

Song Yuxing also saw the man walking this way. The man changed into a loose home clothes, a gray short-sleeved T-shirt and black trousers, which made him look younger and less aggressive.

It's just that the face is still smelly and ugly.

Song Yuxing didn't seem to see Lu Si's beating expression, and still smiled harmlessly and shyly, "Brother, you came just in time, I cooked your portion, come and eat."

There were indeed two bowls of noodles on the table.

Lu Si glanced there and remained silent.

Song Yuxing took off the apron on her body, glanced at Lu Si inexplicably, and then hung the apron in its original position. It was a pink apron with strawberry prints on it.

He sincerely praised: "This apron is very beautiful."

"..." Lu Si explained in a cold voice: "The aunt who cooks at home bought it."

How could a macho man like him wear such a sissy apron? It was inexplicably not considered a violation of harmony when he was wearing it on that kid just now.

I really think of this place as my own home.

Not at all.

"Brother, come here and eat while it's hot."

You are welcome to invite him, the master, to eat.

Lu Si let out a cold sigh in his heart, walked to the dining table with his long legs, and glanced at the bowl of noodles on the table. It was covered with green vegetables, two plump poached eggs, and sprinkled with chopped green onions. It looked good.

At this time, it was steaming upwards, and it smelled delicious.

Mr. Lu didn't eat anything at night, and he is really hungry now, but he would never eat something made by a stranger, maybe he put some medicine in it.

Song Yuxing had already sat down on the opposite side, happily eating noodles with chopsticks, his light-colored eyes sparkling, "It's really good!"

He looked up at the man who was still standing with his arms folded across his chest, touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment, and said in embarrassment: "Brother, don't you eat? Are you hungry? Still don't like noodles? Why don't you try it? It's delicious."

Lu Si: "I don't eat onions."

"I'm sorry, I don't know...then I'll pick it out for you."

Lu Si stood there, watching the young man with his head lowered, using chopsticks to pick out the chopped green onions one by one from the bowl, very seriously until there was no chopped green onion in it.

"Okay, let's eat it while it's hot."

The bowl of noodles was placed in front of him again.

Lu Si was silent for two seconds, and finally pulled out his chair and sat down, it shouldn't matter if he took a sip.

"How does it taste? Is it delicious?"

Lu Si glanced at the young man with expectant eyes on the opposite side, ate the noodles unhurriedly, put down his chopsticks and said something casual.

The young man smiled shyly at him, and continued to eat noodles with his head down.

Lu Si silently watched the other party's delicious and satisfied appearance, as if what he was eating was not ordinary noodles, but some delicacies from mountains and seas, he picked up the chopsticks again like a ghost.

After all, this kid helped him pick out chopped green onions just now.

It doesn't matter if you eat two more bites for your face.

After all, he is so understanding.

After all, he is a son of a rich family who has received a good education since he was a child. Mr. Lu's eating movements are very noble and elegant, but his speed is not slow at all. After a while, the bowl of noodles is full, and he wanted to pick up the bowl to drink soup coming.

But Mr. Lu still has to take his image into consideration.

He completely forgot who was the one who resolutely refused to eat things made by strangers just now.

Song Yuxing's eating speed is not slow. He has been practicing since he was a child, and he finished eating quickly. He stretched his arms and stretched in satisfaction, and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

like a cat.

This thought flashed across Lu Si's mind suddenly.

Then he was ruthlessly strangled.

Cannibalism has a short mouth, and Mr. Lu can no longer put on a bad face to others.

His expression softened, he leaned lazily on the back of the seat, and casually touched the solid wood table with his right hand, and said abruptly, "Why are those two people bothering you?"

"Well, this..." Song Yuxing was a little embarrassed, lowered his head and whispered: "They think I'm good-looking, they don't like it, they look down on me, and they say I'm poor, so they want to teach me a lesson and force me to go to school. Drinking with someone in the bar..."

"I, I didn't want to, so I ran out."

"Brother Lu, if I hadn't met you, I really don't know what to do."

Lu Si was silent, and a pair of long and narrow eyes calmly examined the young man with downcast eyes opposite him, and it happened that the other party also raised his eyelids to look at him, his amber eyes were wet.

It's very pitiful.

The neckline of Song Yuxing's wide T-shirt slid down again at some point, revealing half of his thin shoulders, dazzlingly white under the bright light.

Oh, by the way, compared to the name Big Brother Lu.

Brother sounds much better.

Lu Si didn't ask any more questions, and didn't question the authenticity of Song Yuxing's words. His finger tapping on the table stopped, and Shi Shiran stood up.

Before leaving, he ordered very naturally: "Clean up the dishes and the kitchen, go to bed early, and don't come to me if you have anything to do."

Song Yuxing froze for a moment, then nodded and agreed.

He watched the figure of the man walking upstairs at a leisurely pace, the pitiful and helpless emotion in his eyes gradually faded, he clenched his fists secretly, gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart.

This guy named Lu is too difficult to deal with.

However, he likes to face difficulties.

Lu Si, let's wait and see.

In the end, Young Master Song resigned himself to tidying up the dishes and tidying up the kitchen.

After finishing these, he went back to the guest room and answered a call from his mother, who asked him about his situation in the new school in a soft voice.

Are you eating well, are you still used to living there, have you made new friends, are your legs still hurting, you should pay more attention to your health, if you are sick, don’t hold on...

Dad also echoed by the side.

Song Yuxing lay down in a strange room, patiently answering her parents' questions, "Everything is fine here, you two don't have to worry...well, you should take care of yourselves too."

After ten minutes, he hung up the phone.

He is still not used to the care of his relatives.

Lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling in silence for a moment, he raised his hand to turn off the light, and the surroundings instantly fell into darkness, only the desk lamp beside the bed was emitting a soft light.

The night gradually darkened, and the villa area was very quiet.

Lu Si didn't hear the irritating knock on the door again, he stayed in the study for a while to deal with work, then swiped his phone, and went back to his room to rest.

But Song Yuxing in the guest room on the other side couldn't sleep well. In the middle of the night, he fell into a drowsy sleep.

He has a fever.

The reason was probably the bottle of ice water that Lu Si poured on him.