Idols are duplicity every day [Entertainment]

"Little Bian, why are you here?" Lu Manyi looked at Bian Xinghuo who suddenly appeared here, his eyes were full of surprise.

But Bian Xinghuo ignored Lu Manyi this time.

He looked down at Lu Jiaxi's injuries, and saw that Lu Jiaxi's cheekbones were swollen, a small hole was opened at the corner of his lips, and his hands were still resting on his stomach, his face suddenly sank.

"Mr. Lu." He called softly.

Lu Jiaxi leaned against his arms, without any reaction.

The black pupils under the glasses were full of raging anger, he raised his head to look at Cui Yudan, who was thrown unconscious by him, his eyes were piercingly cold.

There was only this one look, and then he looked away as if disgusted, he bent down and hugged Lu Jiaxi by the waist, and said to Lu Manyi in a calm tone, "I'll send Mr. Lu back."

Until Lu Jiaxi was carried out of the box by Bian Xinghuo, Lu Manyi didn't realize what happened.

It was meal time, and there were many people coming and going in the aisle outside the private room. Seeing a big man hugging another big man, most of them stopped and looked at it.

And Bian Xinghuo, as if he couldn't see the sight of those people, held Lu Jiaxi in his arms and walked away steadily.

While waiting for the elevator, the person in his arms finally moved.

Lu Jiaxi seemed to wake up from a nightmare, realized that he was in Bian Xinghuo's arms, and struggled to get down.

Bian Xinghuo frowned, but in the end he didn't insist, and obediently put Lu Jiaxi on the ground.

The moment his feet stepped on the ground, Lu Jiaxi obviously bent over and covered his stomach with a wrinkled face.

Bian Xinghuo hurriedly held Lu Jiaxi back, seeing the pain of the person beside him, he almost endured it, and managed to control his normal voice to say, "Where did he hit you?"

Lu Jiaxi heard the sound and turned to look at Bian Xinghuo.

There was blood in the corner of his eyes, and he couldn't open his eyes. He squinted his eyes and looked at Bian Xinghuo for a while, then he seemed to come to his senses, and asked Bian Xinghuo: "Why are you here?"

Bian Xinghuo replied casually: "It's a little stuffy in the car, so I thought to come up and wait for Mr. Lu."

This lie was so clumsy that it could be broken with a poke, but Lu Jiaxi didn't have the brains to think about it this time, he shook his swollen head, nodded casually, and stopped talking.

Bian Xinghuo looked at him, and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Lu, let me carry you."

Lu Jiaxi shook his head without thinking.

But Bian Xinghuo just squatted down without saying anything, just squatting like that.

Lu Jiaxi lightly kicked him twice to get him up, but Bian Xinghuo didn't respond.

The elevator door opened, and many people came out of the elevator. When they saw the two strange people at the elevator door, they couldn't help but take a few extra glances.

When everyone left, Bian Xinghuo was still squatting when the elevator doors were about to close again.

Lu Jiaxi couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you?"

Bian Xinghuo lowered his head and repeated that sentence: "I will carry you on my back."

It was true that Lu Jiaxi was in so much pain that he couldn't walk, but it wasn't to the point of being hypocritical, but the person squatting in front of him was as stubborn as a piece of wood, and he really didn't have time to care about the person in front of him, so he compromised Lie down.

Bian Xinghuo looked thin, but when Lu Jiaxi leaned on his back, he found that his back was unusually thick.

Bian Xinghuo's body has a faint fragrance of grapes, and his body has the scorching heat unique to young people. Lu Jiaxi lay on his back, feeling inexplicably at ease.

Along the way, Xinghuo walked very steadily, without any sense of being carrying someone on his back, until he reached the car door of the underground garage, he carefully put Lu Jiaxi down and opened the car door for Lu Jiaxi.

After getting in the car and starting the car, Bian Xinghuo turned the steering wheel and said softly, "I'll take Mr. Lu to the hospital."

Lu Jiaxi's voice sounded almost at the same time: "Don't go, go home."

There was a two-point displeasure in his tone that could not be commented on.

Bian Xinghuo glanced at Lu Jiaxi through the rearview mirror.

The light in the car was not bright, he could only see a rough outline of Lu Jiaxi, the young man was leaning back on the car seat, his eyes were closed, his face was rarely tired.

He stopped talking and drove the car home.

The car stopped at the entrance of the pharmacy halfway.

Lu Jiaxi seemed to be asleep, felt Bian Xinghuo open the car door, and said vaguely, "Are you home?"

Bian Xinghuo replied in a warm voice: "Not yet, I'll go to the pharmacy to buy some gauze and some medicine, I don't have enough at home."

After hearing this, Lu Jiaxi didn't speak any more, and closed his eyes again.

Waiting for Bian Xinghuo to drive the car home and park it in the underground garage, the back seat of the car was still quiet.

There was the sound of young people breathing slowly in the car, very light sleep, probably really fell asleep.

Bian Xinghuo didn't sit in the front seat for long, he got out of the car quickly, opened the door of the back seat, and gently carried the young man out of the back seat.

Lu Jiaxi seemed to be dreaming, his brows were tightly frowned, and there was no sign of waking up.

Bian Xinghuo hugged Lu Jiaxi up a little bit, closed the car door with his foot, and walked towards the elevator with him in his arms.

The breath of the young man in his arms touched Bian Xinghuo's cheek from time to time, there was a faint smell of alcohol in that breath, and it was a little bit sweet.

Lu Jiaxi frowned in Bian Xinghuo's arms, as if feeling uncomfortable, he rolled over twice to find a comfortable sleeping position, finally calmed down, lay down in Bian Xinghuo's arms and continued to sleep.

All the way up the stairs, opening the door, and entering Lu Jiaxi's room, Bian Xinghuo was not willing to let go of the person in his arms.

He hugged Lu Jiaxi and stood in front of the bed for a long time before putting him on the bed.

The curtains of the room were closed tightly, so that the moonlight could not see through, Bian Xinghuo lightly turned on a small dim lamp by the bed.

With the help of the weak light, he took out the newly bought medicine and gauze, and then found the medicine box, and dug out the tweezers and cotton inside.

Lu Jiaxi had several injuries on his face, but none of them were serious injuries. There were minor abrasions on the corners of his eyes, lips, and cheekbones, with some blood oozing.

Under the light, the beautiful injured face showed a bit of fatigue, looking a bit like a poor little kitten who has been bullied.

Even though Bian Xinghuo had already relaxed his movements enough, when the potion touched the wound, the young man on the bed still woke up frowning.

He raised his eyelids, his slack eyes focused for a moment, and he closed his eyelids again after seeing Bian Xinghuo who was seriously applying the medicine in front of him.

And until all the wounds on his face were treated, Lu Jiaxi didn't open his eyes again, but Bian Xinghuo knew that he wasn't asleep, and the person on the bed was breathing irregularly, listening to the voice, it seemed that the anger in his chest hadn't stopped yet. completely dissipated.

Bian Xinghuo put away his things, looked down at the person on the bed for a while, saw that the person had his eyes closed all the time, and then said softly: "Have you had dinner, Mr. Lu?"

The person on the bed didn't answer, so Bian Xinghuo spoke again: "I'll go and cook some millet porridge for Mr. Lu."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave when the hoarse voice of the person on the bed sounded: "I don't want to eat."

Then there was the sound of clothes rubbing against the sheets.

Bian Xinghuo turned back and saw that Lu Jiaxi seemed to be trying to sit up, but as soon as the young man moved, he frowned and curled up his body.

Bian Xinghuo immediately went back to the bed, helped Lu Jiaxi sit up, and put the pillow behind his waist.

Then he lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on Lu Jiaxixu's stomach, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and he said softly, "Mr. Lu, can I have a look at the wound under your clothes?"