you are my baby [rebirth]

When I left, the rain became smaller and fell on my face thinly and densely, like a lover's gentle kiss.

Lu Xiye held up his umbrella again, and kept the shortest distance with people by using an above-board reason.

He put his hands on Jiang Suifeng's shoulders, half embraced him, and the umbrella leaned forward slightly to cover his upper body. From the outside, he could only see two pairs of long legs, with an intimate posture.

There is a soft touch in the palm, and when you cross the puddle with a little force, you can feel the hard bones.

Even the hardness is sweet...

Lu Xiye couldn't help looking sideways at Jiang Suifeng, but the tip of his nose inadvertently rubbed into his cold and soft hair.

The hair was soft and smelled a little of the fragrance of cheap shampoo, but it still made the tip of his nose itch.

The itching was like lightning, all the way straight to the apex of his heart, with sparks, unstoppable, and finally turned into a fine grid, enclosing his whole heart in it, loose and tight, numb with electricity.

"There are a lot of delicious food in City A," he said, with a smile in his voice, indulging in the ambiguity of this moment: "When you are free, we can go eat together."

The footsteps of the person in the arms stopped, Lu Xiye was unguarded, and the tip of the umbrella moved forward a little.

The raindrops instantly fell on Jiang Suifeng's cheeks, hair and eyelashes, crystal clear, and the fine rain mist enveloped him, as if they were in two completely different worlds.

The ambiguous atmosphere instantly dissipated.

"Let's talk when we have time." Jiang Suifeng raised his head politely: "If there is another time, I should invite you."

The tip of the umbrella moved again, bringing the person back around.

"Okay," the refusal that anyone could hear, but Lu Xiye didn't understand, he nodded with a smile, and said, "It's a deal."

Jiang Suifeng looked up at him, with a half-smile, not understanding how the excuse of refusal could become a new agreement?

But he didn't speak, just smiled like that, put his toes into the water again, and walked forward.

Lu Xiye's smile still disappeared, and his eyes became dark and heavy, looking bottomless under the black umbrella.

For the rest of the way, he still held Jiang Suifeng's shoulder, but didn't speak any more.

It wasn't until the two of them got into the car that he asked, "Go home or go to the bar?"

"The bar." Jiang Suifeng said, and then said, "Thank you."

Lu Xiye cocked his lips, casually fiddled with the phone between his fingers for a moment, and pressed the power button.

Almost at the same time as it was turned on, the ringtone cut in. He stared at the screen for a while with a worried expression before answering it.

His tone was very light, without any warmth, but Jiang Suifeng found a little familiar smell.

It was very quiet in the carriage, and the voice on the phone could occasionally overflow with a sentence or two.

The man called him Xiaoye, and asked him to help promote his medical equipment. Jiang Suifeng speculated that the opposite person should be Lu Xiye's cousin, Lu Kun, the son of his uncle Lu Chenjin.

In his previous life, he also met Lu Kun at some receptions, he was a very flamboyant person.

But at that time, their family was almost eliminated by the market. Fortunately, the previous generation did a good job of word-of-mouth for the blood glucose meter, so they could barely maintain it.

Every time Lu Kun got drunk, he would yell at Lu Xiye in public, scolding Lu Xiye for making trouble, not only refused to help them, but stepped on their deadliest foot.

At that time, he couldn't listen to people scolding Lu Xiye, others just listened to a joke, but he had to drink a few more glasses of wine, until Lu Kun was too drunk to say a word before he could rest assured.

Jiang Suifeng looked away from the window and glanced at Lu Xiye.

Lu Xiye's eyebrows were lowered, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and his expression was full of casual ridicule.

He finished the phone call quickly, cherishing words like gold, and his words were full of rejection and perfunctory.

After hanging up, he threw the phone aside, knocked out a cigarette, and lowered his head to light it.

The drizzle fell on the car window, pierced by the lights of various colors outside the window, and reflected on the face of the person with fine light and shadow, mysterious and mottled...

In the flickering light and darkness of cigarette butts, it is full of texture and charm.

Then the black and white silhouette suddenly raised its eyes and met his eyes.

The corners of Jiang Suifeng's lips flattened unconsciously, so Lu Xiye smiled at him and raised his eyebrows, as if asking.

Jiang Suifeng didn't know what to ask.

His heart beat heavily in that raised eyebrow, and he couldn't help asking: "Can you give me one?"

Lu Xiye flicked the cigarette case, half a cigarette popped out.

He tilted his head, and smiled as if remembering something, his smile was a bit nasty, but his eyes seemed to have hooks: "Are you still underage?"

"You lit the fire for me that day when I was not an adult?" Jiang Suifeng asked back.

"I didn't know you were underage when I lit the fire," Lu Xiye said, "I lit the fire by myself, why did you smoke it?"

Jiang Suifeng stared at him angrily, and his already big eyes immediately became even bigger.

Lu Xiye's smile brightened: "You are not allowed to smoke if you are not an adult, you know?"

As he spoke, he threw the cigarette case in front of Jiang Suifeng again, like a fishing bait, trying to attract people to grab it.

Once people start hands-on, the relationship and distance will be very close.

Jiang Suifeng's eyes were burning, and he seemed to be able to move immediately, but in the end he didn't move at all, and lowered his eyes again.

Lu Xiye narrowed his eyes.

In his previous life, when he was around, he always liked to look at him quietly, but in this life, he seemed to especially like to lower his eyes, as if he wanted to hide them.

He was a little disappointed: "It's all in front of you, why don't you reach out?"

"That's yours." Jiang Suifeng said.

"Huh?" Lu Xiye was startled.

"It's yours." Jiang Suifeng said, "No one can touch it without your consent."

The phone rang again, but Lu Xiye didn't answer it.

He knocked out the cigarette and handed it to his lips, Jiang Suifeng took it with his lips, and with a click, Lu Xiye held the fire and brought it to his lips again.

The cigarette butt was lit, and Lu Xiye smiled: "If you want it, I will give it to you, don't be afraid to ask for it."

Jiang Suifeng looked at him sideways, and he picked up the phone under his gaze.

He spoke English, and there were many professional terms. Jiang Suifeng only knew that he was discussing the monitoring data of a new drug in the laboratory with someone.

The phone call was long, and his tone was completely different from the last one.

Jiang Suifeng listened quietly until a cigarette burned to the end, and he subconsciously raised his hand.

Lu Xiye's breathing was stagnant, and countless scenes from his previous life flashed through his mind, each of which was the hand that crushed the fiery red cigarette butt between its fingers.

This used to be one of the components of his countless nightmares, but then it became his habit at some point.

He has inherited his habits.

He wanted to reach out to stop him, but Jiang Suifeng's movements were so natural and smooth that the cigarette butt was crushed between his fingers.

He let out a breath, only then realizing he was wearing gloves.

The black leather gloves on his hands smelled of scorching, and the gray lining was exposed through the small holes.

Jiang Suifeng also seemed a little surprised, his eyebrows frowned slightly, he looked at his gloves with some distress and pity, and curled his fingers slightly.

The car stopped in front of the bar, and the rain just stopped.

Jiang Suifeng made a gesture, meaning to get out of the car first.

Lu Xiye grabbed his sleeve, he quickly said a few words, and then hung up the phone.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I have temporary work today, so I can't watch your performance."

"It's okay," Jiang Suifeng said, "You do your work first."

He said goodbye and walked up the stairs to the bar.

But soon, Lu Xiye caught up again, standing at the door of the bar, he stuffed a bag into his hand.

"A foreign friend gave it to me a few days ago, but the size was one size too small. I wanted to lose it, but I felt it was a pity." He smiled casually and felt a little embarrassed: "You don't think it's disgusting, do you?"

The paper bag is a very ordinary dark brown color, without any logo, the packaging should have been changed.

Jiang Suifeng opened the paper bag and saw that it was a cotton jacket inside. Even though the logo was deliberately hidden, he still recognized that it was a foreign clothing brand that was best at winter clothing.

After all, the Qin family is a clothing maker. In his last life, he did a lot of research on clothing from various brands at home and abroad.

Such a padded jacket would cost five figures.

He pursed his lips, a little at a loss: "I... don't need it."

Added: "You can return or change the size."

People coming and going were looking at them, and he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, as if he was really disgusted.

"They bought them abroad. There is no such style in China, so it's not easy to change. Besides," he smiled: "You may not know that my mother is a fashion designer, and I can only wear her clothes."

Lu Xiye's tone gradually became a little cramped: "You...don't really dislike it, do you?"

Jiang Suifeng clenched his hands a little bit, and when he still wanted to say something, Lu Xiye quickly interrupted him: "Actually, I still have something to ask for your help."

Jiang Suifeng didn't refuse anymore, he smiled: "You say."

"Lu's will conduct a survey on the campus next week. Your school's questionnaire will be troublesome for you to bring to the bar. I will take it back when I come over."

What kind of help is this?Jiang Suifeng smiled, but did not speak.

He didn't take the cotton jacket out of the paper bag until he entered the bar lounge.

The padded jacket was heavy, and inside it was a small glass airtight jar, which was full of snowflake crisps.

He opened the lid, took one out and put it in his mouth. It was soft and sweet, so sweet that people were overwhelmed.