After the rebirth, the real young master was kidnapped by the fake young master

Anyone with a discerning eye would know that something went wrong between Song Jiqiu and Xu Jiaping.

In the past, at most Xu Jiaping ignored people, and Song Jiqiu would respond if he said a few more words; but now Song Jiqiu did not move, and the only way to communicate with other students was to bypass Xu Jiaping.

The weather forecast said that the last week will be rainy, and the temperature will drop sharply when it rains.

Liu Hao rubbed the goosebumps on his arms: "It's so cold, you ask the students next to you to close the windows to prevent the wind from coming in."

Tao Ke glanced at Xu Jiaping, who was playing with his phone with his head down, and Xu Jiaping, whose temperament was like an iceberg, shuddered: "I think it's more effective for us to change seats."

He didn't know Song Jiqiu well, so he urged Liu Hao to go to Song Jiqiu: "You go and ask Song Jiqiu what happened to him and the boss, please make up quickly."

Liu Hao was not happy: "Although I also hope that they will reconcile, why should I learn to give in first?"

Who can bear the boss's violent temper, even the god of learning is angry, there must be a reason for it.

Tao Ke said sadly, "Then you go to the boss and ask him to apologize."

Liu Hao thought about the consequences seriously, and couldn't help shaking: "Forget it." He turned his mind: "Why don't you go, why must I go?"

The two fought on this topic again, successfully forgetting their original purpose.

Xu Jiaping stared at the phone page for a long time, looked up at Song Jiqiu's upright back, and smiled to himself, as if he was laughing at himself.

The lackluster day ended like this. When he left the school, there was negligible drizzle. He put on his sweater and hat and walked along the alley to the place agreed in the text message.

"What else can you do with me?"

The person standing in the corner turned around in surprise when he heard his voice, and found that Xu Jiaping was not discouraged by his indifference, and joked, "Throw it away after using it, isn't that bad?"

Xu Jiaping was very calm: "I said before, you take the initiative to give me the information, you don't want Yan Kai to have a better life, we each get what we need."

"Do you want to smoke?" Chen Wen handed him the cigarette case, skillfully lit a cigarette and smoked.

Xu Jiaping raised his hand in the air and put it down: "No need."

Chen Wen was surprised. According to his past experience with the other party, Xu Jiaping smoked quite a lot, and he was one step away from becoming addicted.

"What's wrong? Do you think my brand of cigarettes is not good?"

Xu Jiaping twisted his Adam's apple: "The lighter is gone."

It's as if he doesn't have a lighter here, and there is only one Xu Jiaping's lighter that can light cigarettes in the whole world.

"Okay." Chen Wen changed the subject, "I wanted to find a good weather, but it was too late."

Facing Xu Jiaping's handsome and indifferent face, he summoned up his courage, his eyes were full of fascination: "I like you, and I want to be with you."

"I do not like you."

Xu Jiaping was not surprised, and flatly refused.

Even though he knew it would end like this, Chen Wen didn't give up, and wanted to grab his school uniform, with the courage to shatter it:

"Why don't you believe me, I will treat you well, only I know how bad you are and I will approach you, we are equally bad, we are a natural couple!"

Xu Jiaping was not moved by his confession: "I don't need it."

Chen Wen is not the first such person.

At first, he wanted to help him, but he said that he would give him a hand. After watching Qiong Yao's scenes too much, he wanted to play a rescue game.

He doesn't need alms from above, and he hates self-righteous sympathy.

The atmosphere fell into silence.

After a while, Chen Wen smiled lowly, and the corner of his mouth opened into a sneer: "What about Song Jiqiu? Why is Song Jiqiu different?"

When Song Jiqiu's name suddenly appeared, Xu Jiaping paused, "Why did you mention him?"

Chen asked mockingly: "Don't you know what's on your mind?"

If he hadn't seen Xu Jiaping treat Song Jiqiu preferentially, making him understand that Xu Jiaping would not be cold forever, how could he have unswerving hopes and delusions about the people in front of him?

I'm afraid that even Xu Jiaping himself didn't know how gentle he looked at Song Jiqiu.

"It's okay, I'll leave." Xu Jiaping subconsciously ignored Chen Wen's doubts, turned and left.

Chen Wen shouted from behind: "Xu Jiaping, are you not afraid that I will tell Yan Kai about your private collection of Yan Kai's company information?"

Xu Jiaping stopped in his tracks, his dark eyes were like an emotionless beast, and his tone was cold: "Just try."

Chen Wen felt his heart clenched suddenly, and the fear creeping up his spine made him tremble uncontrollably. He looked at the indifferent figure in front of him, and with nowhere to vent the twisted viciousness in his heart, he said sharply: "Then I wish you and Song Jiqiu friendship. Live."

How could such a rich and precious young master Xu Jiaping have the chance to get his hands on him, he almost cursed that Xu Jiaping could feel the pain of what he couldn't ask for.

Xu Jiaping closed his eyes and ignored Chen Wen.

Saving people can also save troubles, he is not born to be kind.

The rain suddenly became heavy, from drizzle to raindrops to raindrops, Xu Jiaping didn't bring an umbrella, the rainwater hit his body with extra weight, and his skin hurt after a long time.

People on the street were in a hurry, occasionally wondering why the boy didn't hide.

When Chen Wen mentioned Song Jiqiu, his mind was filled with the appearance of Song Jiqiu's red eyes, and his heart seemed to be stabbed.

What could he have to do with Song Jiqiu?

He had personally broken the weird balance maintained with Song Jiqiu, and there was no turning back.

The motorcycle race that started their quarrel soon came as scheduled.

Xu Jiaping's car was almost scrapped last time due to the manipulation of the West City team. Who would have thought that he would join the West City team again in a blink of an eye. The person in charge is blind-eyed and does not help.

Xu Jiaping thought it didn't matter at first, but only realized after trying the new car, but the things he was used to were different.

Things are like this, and so are people.

He told himself: It doesn't matter.

He has long been used to possessing for a short time and then being given up. This is the case in his life in the past ten years, and now it has proved this point again.

The locomotive final was rain or shine, and there was a lot of people at the scene. Yuan Lin saw Xu Jiaping from a distance, and he was injured for a hundred days. He didn't know if his hand was healed. He glanced at Xu Jiaping more.

Xu Jiaping was dressed in black, with his injured right hand hidden behind his back.

Yuan Lin muttered in a low voice: Brat, are you dying?

The rainy day dampened some of the enthusiasm of everyone, and it was only in the middle of the race that the excitement slowly ignited. The road was slippery in the rainy day, and three or four racers fell on the road in a row. The added twists and turns stimulated their numb nerves .

Yuan Lin only focused on Xu Jiaping's movements. Xu Jiaping was very stable in the first half, but Yuan Lin's sharp eyes could see that his right hand hadn't moved much.

Sure enough, on the way, Xu Jiaping's car crashed into the guardrail, and he rolled out with the car.

The audience watching the live broadcast exclaimed, mixed with hoarse shouts and curses.

"It's over, the West City team spent a lot of money and overturned again."

"Fuck, I suppressed him with all my money."

"An accident happened to his mother here. If I lose money, I will kill him."

Yuan Lin let out a "fuck" and stood up, unable to hide the worried look on his face: "Please don't have an accident."

After stopping for about 2 minutes, the person who fell on the ground gritted his teeth again and got up again. He quickly passed the racers in front and crossed the finish line.

The new person in charge of the West City team swept away his gloominess and greeted him with a smile, but Xu Jiaping didn't get a single look.

A man stood in the corner of the team, and snorted out his nose: "What are you dragging? Isn't it just winning the race?"

The person in charge's face faded after hearing this: "There is more water in your head than the rain outside, where did you get the face to force you here, you can make money with him, or you can win no matter how bad the car is like him next game?"

The man muttered unconvinced: "A lunatic who is not afraid of death."

Xu Jiaping threw away the helmet, wiped off the blood oozing from the large scratches on his wrist with a piece of paper, and said in a cold tone, as if he wasn't the one who nearly crashed his car: "Let's go, remember to pay the money to my account."

Avoiding the crowd, Xu Jiaping was in severe pain, and it was uncomfortable to stay in the humid and stuffy environment, so he came out to get some air.

A few steps away, in the rain curtain, there was a man holding an umbrella, squatting on the ground and curling up into a ball, humming an out-of-tune tune boredly, the metal umbrella rib leaning on his shoulder, pressing out a faint red mark near his collarbone.

It seemed that upon seeing someone's footsteps, that person immediately fell silent.

Xu Jiaping seemed to have been given a body-holding spell, and he didn't go any further.

The rainwater slid down the edge of the black umbrella cloth and slowly lifted up, revealing a well-curved chin, a straight and delicate nose bridge and his most familiar pair of eyes.

Always bright and youthful, it seems to illuminate the dreary twilight of rainy days.

Xu Jiaping's throat was a little dry.

He could ask Song Jiqiu sarcastically and sarcastically with his usual attitude, won't we never meet again, but there was some unexplainable sourness in his heart, like pouring a spoonful of warm lemonade.

Just a few fleeting thoughts, he finally remained silent.

Song Jiqiu patted his trousers, stood up, ran to Xu Jiaping's side, and held the umbrella in front of him, as if he was worried about the cold war between them. He was afraid that Xu Jiaping would not accept it, so he deliberately kept some distance, and divided most of the umbrellas. to each other.

His hair was suddenly wet by the heavy rain blown by the slanting wind, and stuck to his forehead, he blinked uncomfortably, lowered his long eyelashes, stared at Xu Jiaping's bruised arm, and whispered, "It's raining." , you didn't bring an umbrella."

It was just a simple sentence, but Xu Jiaping suddenly felt a kind of embarrassment.