you are my baby [rebirth]

Jiang Suifeng had his back to the light, and Lu Xiye couldn't see his expression clearly, but could only see the large expanse of falling snow behind him, covered with a layer of warm light from the street lamps.

Like special effects on stage.

And he stood there, panting slightly, like a prince staring at a princess after defeating a demon in a fairy tale.

He is a soft-hearted prince, Lu Xiye thought.

He was amused by his rambling thoughts, lowered his head through the alcohol, and wanted to kiss the wrist he was holding.

But the prince became hard-hearted again.

He broke free from his hand coldly, and in turn grasped his wrist with his own.

"Let's go." He said, bent down, and asked, "Is your leg numb? Can you stand up?"

Lu Xiye shook his head and looked up at him.

The snow all over the sky reflected in his deep eyes, making those phoenix eyes no longer as noble as they used to be, but rather... extremely greedy.

Jiang Suifeng looked at him for a moment, then moved his eyes away.

He tore off his gloves, crouched down, and wrapped his hands around his ankles.

Those hands were very white, with slender but powerful fingers. The fingertips rubbed along the strong muscles of his legs, moving from the ankles to the knees little by little.

Lu Xiye looked down at him.

The black hair was slowly dyed with a thin layer of white, and a white neck was exposed, exposed to the wind and snow.

Pretty and fragile.

People want to hold him, cage him, cherish him, and make him safe and comfortable in a place where there is no wind, snow or cold.

Lu Xiye resisted the urge to reach out and touch him, and only hung his hand above his neck to block the small patch of wind and snow.

The frozen blood finally circulated, and the feet gradually became conscious.

He said, "Okay."

Jiang Suifeng stopped what he was doing, got up and took off the padded jacket, and put it on Lu Xiye's shoulder.

Lu Xiye raised his hand to block his movement: "You wear it."

Before he finished speaking, he was stuffed under the padded jacket, because Jiang Suifeng let go of his fingers holding the padded jacket, and the padded jacket fell straight down, covering his head in it.

Warmth descends from the sky, with the breath of Jiang Suifeng.

The breath was very strange, different from the cold and hard he usually felt, it was soft and soft.

With a faint, indescribable aroma, it is gentle and comfortable, but it makes people feel sour from the bottom of their hearts.

"Hello." Lu Xiye's voice came out muffled, and he hurriedly struggled outside.

Jiang Suifeng looked down at him.

He had never seen him in such a mess, and he couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth for a moment.

His cotton clothes are very big, because he is still growing, so every year his new clothes will be one or two sizes bigger, so that he can wear them for an extra year or two.

Even if Lu Xiye wears it on his body, he won't feel particularly small.

When Lu Xiye poked his head out of the padded jacket, Jiang Suifeng was already lowering his head to dial the phone.

The black gloves were put back on his hands, and he was holding the phone, waiting for the other party to connect.

The phone was amplified, and the ringtone came back one by one. Jiang Suifeng explained to him: "Have someone bring your things over."

Lu Xiye nodded, he stood up, grabbed the padded jacket in his hand and shook it: "Let's wear it together."

The padded jacket was draped over the head, enveloping the two people who were standing face to face.

The wind and snow seemed to go far away, leaving only the body temperature and breathing of both parties in the small space.

Lu Xiye covered the back of Jiang Suifeng's head with his hands, and with a little effort, he pressed him into his arms: "You have to get closer to cover it."

Jiang Suifeng's cheek was pressed against the side of his neck, it was cold and soft, and even his breathing seemed to be stopped, and it took a long time for a ray of warmth to pass by.

The phone was connected at this moment, and the fluorescent light flashed between the two of them, and Lin Fang's voice came from the microphone: "Hello, Xiaofeng."

Lu Xiye tilted his head and spoke almost out of breath: "Answer the phone."

Also called his name: "Jiang Suifeng."

Jiang Suifeng didn't know how he finished talking on the phone.

I don't know if I made it clear.

He was held in Lu Xiye's arms, and he couldn't move no matter what.

The small space was soon filled with the wine on Lu Xiye's body. The wine was a little sweet, and entered the blood through breathing, exuding its aftermath.

No one noticed when the snow particles began to slowly turn into tiny snowflakes.

They all sink in the March-like spring.

Both cold and warm.

The bar is not far from the station, about 10 minutes walk.

Within three to five minutes of hanging up the phone, a taxi stopped beside them.

It was a waiter in the bar who came to deliver the food.

He opened the car door, and at a glance, he saw two pairs of long legs close together, toes pointing to toes, and his upper body was covered in a small tent made of cotton clothes, which made people imagine.

He scratched his hair and couldn't help coughing lightly.

The quiet padded jacket moved violently like a hibernating animal being disturbed.

The first one to come out was Lu Xiye, who smiled at him and said politely, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

The waiter took a look at Lu Xiye. He had only seen this mysterious guest in Box [-] from a distance before.

Now that I got closer, I realized that this person was so good-looking that people dared not look directly at him.

His behavior and demeanor are very normal. If it is not for the strong smell of alcohol on his body and the half-beat slow speed of his speech, it is almost impossible to tell that he is drunk.

The waiter hurriedly stammered: "No...it's okay, can you check your things?"

The things were carefully sealed in plastic bags, Lu Xiye took a look at them, and thanked them with a smile.

Then he looked at Jiang Suifeng again and said, "Let's go."

Hearing the words, the waiter looked at the two with a suppressed smile, and secretly made a cheering gesture to Jiang Suifeng.

Jiang Suifeng knew where the 22-year-old Lu Xiye lived, and also knew where the 27-year-old Lu Xiye lived, but he didn't know where the 19-year-old and 20-year-old Lu Xiye lived.

It's a piece of history they've been missing from each other.

At that time, even if you could occasionally see him on TV, it was nothing more than that.

During that time, he had not returned to the Qin family, nor had he thought about returning to the Qin family, so he always thought that he would never have anything to do with Lu Xiye again in his life.

Until he was 20 years old, because of Jiang Ying's illness, fate once again drew them into a circle, but they were still only two parallel lines.

This is the first time he has come to Lu Xiye's house.

When the door opened, he looked at his phone, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

At this time, it is snowing again, so it should be very difficult to take a taxi.

He regretted a little, he should have left the driver waiting outside when he got off the car, but when Lu Xiye interrupted him, the driver kicked the accelerator and drove away.

"Will you take care of patients?" Lu Xiye asked.

"Huh?" Jiang Suifeng raised his eyes to look at him, and asked hesitantly, "Do you have any patients at home?"

"No," Lu Xiye smiled, stretched out his hand to hold his wrist, and pulled him into the room: "But I feel like I'm about to have a fever."

Then he said to him very rudely: "If I am sick, I will trouble you to take care of me."

After staying in the car for 10 minutes, his hand was no longer cold and stiff, but dry and warm. It was placed on his wrist in an extremely intimate posture, as if holding his life.

In contrast, Jiang Suifeng's wrist was much cooler.

Lu Xiye said softly, as if talking drunk: "Look, my hands are getting hot."

Jiang Suifeng lowered his eyes and smiled, thinking that this kind of Lu Xiye really looked like a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old.

But in the next second, his face was held up.

Lu Xiye's palm was big, hot, with thin calluses, rubbing against his cold cheek.

At that moment, he almost thought he really had a fever.

He held his face, his eyes were gloomy and focused, so deep that people were drowned in it, his heartbeat and movements couldn't help but slow down.

Jiang Suifeng was so nervous that he couldn't breathe. He wanted to avoid it, but he couldn't do it because of the gaze.

He pursed his lips tightly, and watched Lu Xiye press down.

In the next second, he knew that he was thinking too much, because Lu Xiye just pressed his forehead against his forehead, rubbed it softly and affectionately, and said, "It doesn't seem to be burned yet."

Jiang Suifeng turned his head away, and his tone became a little unnatural: "I'm going back."

"Why?" Lu Xiye was a little surprised.

"I was going home." Jiang Suifeng said, "If I hadn't sent you off, I would be home now."

"Don't go," Lu Xiye coaxed people in a low voice, "It's too late now, and I have a guest room at home, so it won't affect your rest."

"No," Jiang Suifeng insisted, and explained to him: "My mother came back today, she is not at home usually."

Lu Xiye was silent for a moment. For some reason, his brows became gloomy, as if he was depressed, forbearing, and unhappy.

After a while, he said: "Parents love their children very much, and she certainly doesn't want you to rush home on a snowy night."

Then said: "You stay, I'll talk to her on the phone."

Jiang Suifeng didn't speak, his eyes drooped, not knowing what he was thinking.

It wasn't until Lu Xiye held his shoulder with his hand that he shook his head: "No, I'll tell her."

Jiang Ying did come back, but Jiang Suifeng didn't know exactly what she was doing.

Maybe it's because he's not as obedient as before, so he wants to come and see more, maybe it's because of other reasons.

He really wanted to go back and check Jiang Ying's tone, but suddenly changed his mind.

Because, if he took this opportunity to put a little pressure on Jiang Ying, he might be able to find out the owner of the car as soon as possible.

Lu Xiye's house is big and tidy, unlike ordinary boys' rooms, which are somewhat messy and messy.

The house has two floors, the master bedroom and guest bedroom are on the second floor.

Lu Xiye gave him a brand new set of pajamas, the size was just right, and he couldn't help being a little surprised.

Lu Xiye laughed, saying that when he moved, he might have accidentally brought a set or two of his pajamas from the previous two years.

Jiang Suifeng didn't pay much attention.

After taking a shower and changing into pajamas, he leaned against the bed and sent Jiang Ying a message.

"Mom," he typed on the screen: "I have something to do tonight, I won't go back, you go to bed first, don't wait for me."

Unsurprisingly, Jiang Ying called soon.

"Why didn't you come back?" Her voice was very gentle: "Where are you sleeping?"

"Mom," Jiang Suifeng said with some hesitation in his tone, but he still said, "I'm in a relationship, and I'm going to sleep with my boyfriend tonight."

"What?" Jiang Ying was obviously very surprised: "With whom?"

"His name is Lu Xiye," Jiang Suifeng said, with a little joy that could not be concealed in his tone: "I wonder if you have heard of Lu's Pharmaceutical, he is the young master of Lu's."

Jiang Ying's breathing was low, and Jiang Suifeng continued: "The Lu family is much stronger than the Qin family. If I can be with him in the future, I can use the resources of the Lu family and take all the things of the Qin family. Come here and make them pay for what you suffered before."

He asked, "Do you think it's okay?"