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

Xu Jiaping's Adam's apple twitched and asked, "How long have you been waiting?"

Song Jiqiu said, "Not long."

Xu Jiaping's eyes fell on the other's hand holding the umbrella handle, the joints were frozen red, and the fingertips were bloodless, and he knew he was lying at a glance.

Xu Jiaping said: "The person in charge of the West City team has changed to a new person, who is an old acquaintance with me. The original man who did the tricks was fired."

Song Jiqiu was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect Xu Jiaping to speak first.

Or explain.

So it's not for the sake of money and regardless of your own safety, it's not that there is no bottom line.

Although Song Jiqiu didn't care about these.

He gently touched Xu Jiaping's hand with the back of his hand, and he left immediately: "Does it hurt?"

He put the umbrella on Xu Jiaping's side and was more impressed: "I didn't question you, but I'm angry that you always do dangerous things."

Of course Xu Jiaping could tell from Song Jiqiu's words and deeds that he didn't have any intention of looking down on him.

But human beings are always a creature that pushes forward. He just wants to test Song Jiqiu's bottom line despicably.

Obviously the other party responded as he wished, but he was secretly delighted while feeling guilty.

Of course, the latter is only a few points, almost negligible.

They should be counted as reconciled now, Song Jiqiu was a little happy, took out a candy from his pocket, and stroked the dog: "Good friend, treat you to a candy."

When Xu Jiaping heard the word "good friend", the secret joy in his heart gradually dissipated. He lowered his eyes, took Song Jiqiu's candy, tore open the package and stuffed it into his mouth.

The cool taste of mint is both sweet and spicy, with a hint of bitterness at the end.

"Shall we go to the hospital?" Song Jiqiu worried about Xu Jiaping's wound.

"It's okay." Xu Jiaping took the umbrella in his hand, and turned half of his shoulders in front of Song Jiqiu to help him block some wind, so the distance between the two became closer.

The shower gel on his body smelled faintly, which made people dazzled for a moment.

"You haven't lost your hands yet." Xu Jiaping said, "Go to my house."

"Ah?" The topic changed so quickly that Song Jiqiu couldn't turn his head around.

Xu Jiaping explained patiently: "Change some clothes and ask your driver to pick me up, so as not to catch a cold."

Song Jiqiu bowed his head, his T-shirt sticking to his skin, he couldn't help shivering when the wind blew, he agreed after thinking for a moment, "Okay."

Rongcheng is secretly divided into the East District and the West District by the public. The No. [-] Middle School happens to be located in the central circle. After school, there are two groups of people when they leave the alleys around the No. [-] Middle School. Most of the people who go to the East District are either rich or expensive, and there are many luxury cars. Most of the students living in the West District are not so well off.

Song Jiqiu crossed from the West District to the East District three years ago. Since then, the Song family will intentionally or unintentionally avoid the possibility of his contact with the West District. When they meet again suddenly, he is inevitably a little curious and looks around slightly.

It seems that Xu Xiong changed his place of accommodation later. Song Jiqiu's original house was left by the older generation of Xu's family, and the neighbors in the neighborhood are all left-behind elderly people.

There are many alleys in the West District, and each family is hidden deep in the alleys. Some alleys are messy and some are clean, which distinguishes different housing prices.The place where Xu Jiaping lives now is considered clean, but several alleys intersect each other. Song Jiqiu is surprised to find that there are many massage parlors or barbershops with small curtains on the two alleys next door. Heavy makeup, winking at him.

Song Jiqiu had never seen such a battle before, he was so frightened that he stood still and walked silently into the shadows, Xu Jiaping noticed it, raised his eyes clearly, and pulled him to his side to block it.

The elder sister giggled when she saw this, and said softly in dialect: "My younger brother has grown up, so it's no wonder he doesn't like my elder sister. That's right, men and men are also fine."

Song Jiqiu didn't hear clearly, and when the elder sister was far behind, he followed Xu Jiaping up the low stairwell, and asked in a low voice, "What did that elder sister tell us just now?"

Xu Jiaping stopped turning the key, and opened the door nonchalantly after a while: "I didn't hear either."

Fortunately, Song Jiqiu was easy to be fooled, and no longer cared about the answer to the question.

Xu Jiaping's home is about 70 square meters, and the interior decoration is simple to cold, which is in line with his temperament, but it is cold, without the fireworks of ordinary families.

Song Jiqiu urged Xu Jiaping to sit on the sofa: "Hurry up, I'll help you apply the medicine."

Xu Jiaping's reluctance to go to the hospital has lasted from the past to the present and has never changed, so he didn't force it, and bought medicine and cotton swabs when passing by the pharmacy.

Xu Jiaping said, "Go and change your clothes first."

His wound was ugly, he didn't want Song Jiqiu to see it.

Song Jiqiu didn't listen: "You sit down and take the medicine and it will be fine soon. I'll change it when it's over."

The meaning inside and outside the words is nothing more than asking Xu Jiaping to cooperate with him. Of course, if the other party refuses to agree, he will have to stay wet for a long time.

It's a simple thought, but Xu Jiaping seems to acquiesce.

Xu Jiaping sat down and held out his hand.

He was also a boy, but his hands were different from Song Jiqiu's, with slender joints and a sense of strength, and a thin layer of calluses on his fingertips.

"It didn't hurt the bone." Song Jiqiu controlled his strength and pinched it, making sure it was just a superficial scratch, and lowered his head to disinfect Xu Jiaping.

"Maybe it hurts a little." His tone was like coaxing a child, his movements were probably unskilled, and his hands were shaking a little, and he wiped it with a cotton swab very slowly.

In fact, the feeling of slow knife sharpening is more painful than that of faster speed.

"Does it hurt?" Song Jiqiu asked, without raising his head, he concentrated on dealing with the bloody wound.

Xu Jiaping stared at him for a while, paused for a few seconds with his fingers in the void, and finally gently brushed away his somewhat glaring bangs.

"It doesn't hurt."

Song Jiqiu blinked his eyes subconsciously, and for some reason, his heart paused.Before he could figure out the reason, his heart seemed to be functioning normally.

So his head seemed to be a little lower, and the movements of his hands accelerated instead.

Song Jiqiu began to look for something to say.

"Have you always been alone at home?"

--"Ok."

"Then you can cook by yourself?"

--"Um"

"It's amazing." Song Jiqiu praised sincerely.

Xu Jiaping threw him a long white towel and wrapped it from head to toe, interrupting his meaningless question: "Wipe it quickly."

"The clothes are in the room. After changing, ask the driver to pick you up." After Xu Jiaping finished speaking, he walked towards the kitchen.

Song Jiqiu said "Oh".

Xu Jiaping's room and the living room are in the same style of depression, and the bookshelves full of books in the corner are the only thing that can be called lively. In addition to financial books, there are also some foreign masterpieces such as "The Count of Monte Cristo" and "Romeo and Juliet".

So Xu Jiaping obviously has a good foundation, but he didn't study hard.

Teacher Xiao Song is very sensitive now, but anything related to his studies can cause him to be incompetent and furious.

After studying for a long time, he didn't think of business, and hurriedly changed his clothes.

Xu Jiaping brought a cup of freshly boiled hot water and cold water together to adjust the temperature before sending them into the room. The door was only half-closed, and the situation inside was clear. The shape of the pair of butterfly bones is clear, the clothes are randomly rolled up around the waist, and the skin where the spine is exposed is dazzlingly white in the evening.

"Where is the wind blowing?"

Song Jiqiu turned around and put the towel on his hair. The tiny drops of water flowed from his skin through his neck and into his collar. In the dim light, his lips were red and his eyes were bright.

Why is Song Jiqiu different?

Chen Wen's question echoed in his ears.

Darkness is suitable for breeding all kinds of thoughts, and countless flickering moments seemed to give him the answer to this question.

Song Jiqiu was still staring at him without blinking.

He stepped forward and pulled down the towel, just enough to cover Song Jiqiu's eyes.

"What's the matter?" Under the towel, Song Jiqiu was a little surprised, but he still stood there obediently and asked him.

He was afraid that Song Jiqiu would run away when he saw the uncontrollable desire in his eyes.