The sick young master went to dance again

The morning light is dim.

On weekdays, Lu Si wakes up earlier.

After washing up, he came out of the room, and couldn't help but glance at the guest room on the other side. The door was closed tightly, and he probably got up later than his master.

Oreo was still sleeping soundly in the big villa that belonged to him, with his back and forth, and his posture was extraordinarily enchanting.

The housekeeping aunt came earlier and was already busy in the kitchen. In the semi-open kitchen, Lu Si saw the pink apron on the other party at a glance.

The picture he saw last night could not help appearing in his mind, the young man wearing the same apron...

"Mr. Lu, good morning."

The greeting from the housekeeping aunt interrupted the picture in Lu Si's mind, and he frowned calmly, a little annoyed at how he thought about it.

"Aunt Wang, good morning."

Aunt Wang, the housekeeper, is a middle-aged person in her 40s. She looks very friendly and is good at cooking, both Chinese and Western food.

"Mr. Lu, are you going for a run?"

"Correct."

Lu Si continued to walk outside. He was wearing a gray sportswear and a wireless bluetooth headset on his ears. With his tall figure and handsome appearance, he looked like a college student full of youthful vigor, and he was at the school level.

Just as he walked to the door, he suddenly remembered something. He turned back and said to the busy nanny in the kitchen, "By the way, Aunt Wang, make an extra breakfast today."

Aunt Wang was a little surprised, "Are there any guests?"

Lu Si hummed, then turned and went out.

He has the habit of running in the morning and going to the gym to exercise when he has time. For this young Mr. Lu, body management is very important. He doesn't want to become a beer belly and greasy entrepreneur in the future.

After running outside the villa for half an hour, Lu Si came back. Dou Da's sweat flowed down the lines of his superior face. He picked up a towel and wiped it casually, while sweeping his eyes around the room.

Aunt Wang put the breakfast on the dining table, and said, "Mr. Lu, you are back, ready to have breakfast, and there is that guest, do you need to wake him up?"

Lu Si couldn't help but frowned, why hasn't that kid woke up yet?Do you really consider this place your own home?

"I'll go take a look."

He quickly walked up to the second floor, raised his hand and knocked on the door of the guest room. The knocking speed was a bit fast, revealing his impatience at the moment, "Song..." What's wrong with Song?

"Get up quickly!"

"Don't make me throw you out."

Nothing happened inside.

Lu Si knocked on the door impatiently again, his patience was exhausted, the door was not locked, he opened it directly, and saw the person lying on the bed at a glance.

The young man was lying with his back facing the door, and he was not covered with a quilt. From his angle, he could see the thin back of the other party, curled up.

Lu Si leaned against the door frame in a relaxed posture, crossed his arms with both hands, and looked down at the back that was almost curled up in a ball, "It's so good to sleep in someone else's house..."

"Still sleeping, get up quickly!"

The person on the bed still didn't respond.

The man walked directly to the opposite side of the bed. As far as he could see, the young man's eyes were tightly closed, his face flushed unnaturally, his lips were pale, dry, and bloodless.

The delicate eyebrows were also slightly frowned in discomfort, the white forehead was covered with fine sweat, and the few messy bangs were also wet, sticking tightly to the skin.

The appearance of curling up into a ball looked extremely helpless.

Before Lu Si could say anything, he paused.

This look... probably has a fever.

He bent down and put the back of his hand on Song Yuxing's forehead. The skin touched the abnormal body temperature. The man immediately frowned and touched the other's cheek and arm, which was also terribly hot.

Lu Si withdrew his hand, the expression on his face was very exciting.

"Sure enough, he's a troublemaker!" He almost said these words through gritted teeth, staring at the young man on the bed very unkindly with his gloomy eyes, as if he wanted to stare a hole out of him.

It wasn't enough to touch porcelain last night, and it's coming again this morning.

Why is this kid so fragile.

As if feeling the gaze from above his head, Song Yuxing opened his eyelids in a daze, feeling dizzy and dizzy, he hummed twice in discomfort.

The voice was hoarse when whispering, "Uncomfortable..."

This is absolutely not fake.

Seeing him like this, the man's fierce eyebrows frowned even deeper. Last night, he shouldn't have brought him back in a moment of obsession. He really caused trouble for himself.

The person curled up on the bed hummed uncomfortably, "Hmm..."

Lu Si finally compromised. Although he didn't like to meddle in other people's business, he was not cold-blooded enough to leave the sick person alone, not to mention that this kid was still at his home.

He knelt down beside the bed, and said in a flat tone: "Can you still go?"

"do not know……"

Under the watchful eyes of the man, Song Yuxing supported the mattress with both hands, sat up with some difficulty, put on his shoes, got up, and walked outside with a little shaking body.

Lu Si followed behind him slowly, without any intention of stepping forward to help.

Song Yuxing thought dizzily, he is already like this, he can't even walk steadily, the culprit of this Walu can still stand by and watch, he really has no sympathy at all!

He continued to walk with difficulty propped up against the wall.

Out of the corner of his eye, he paid attention to the man behind him on the left, and Song Yuxing thought for a moment that the distance between them was not too far. If he fell down now, with Lu Si's skill, he might be able to catch him in time.

Two seconds later, Song Yuxing closed his eyes weakly, and his body limply fell in the direction of Lu Si at the rear left, and the position was well positioned.

Lu Si moved very quickly.

Quickly took two steps back.

At the same time, the young man fell limply to the floor in front of him.

Song Yuxing: "..."

Damn, let the already unhealthy body worse.

He still overestimated Lu Si's conscience.

This dog has no conscience at all!

Forget it, mess it up.

Lu Si stood there calmly, looked at the young man lying on the floor and fainted, and clicked his tongue in his heart.

This picture is really familiar.

Scored twice.

Touch porcelain again.

Forget it, don't burn people into fools at that time, he can't afford it.

Lu Si felt that he was a big vengeful now. He resigned himself to his fate and hugged Song Yuxing horizontally, and walked down the stairs unhurriedly.

The temperature of the person in his arms was very high, just like a human-shaped hand warmer, it seemed that he was really burned.

When Aunt Wang downstairs saw this strange scene, her eyes almost stared straight. How could Mr. Lu hold a boy in his arms? This must be the guest he said, and it was too intimate.

You have to hold it like this for breakfast.

Hey, the young people of today.