Idols are duplicity every day [Entertainment]

Bian Xinghuo carried Lu Jiaxi all the way into the lounge in the shed.

Because of the big commotion just now, all the people in the lounge ran out, and now the lounge is empty, with no one in sight.

He found a recliner and wanted to put the person in his arms down, but the person in his arms was grabbing his collar.

Without any hesitation, Bian Xinghuo sat on the recliner by himself, put Lu Jiaxi on his lap and hugged him.

He didn't speak, neither did Lu Jiaxi, there was a moment of silence in the lounge.

It seems that Ren Jiaying's voice came from outside the house: "Everyone spread out, find a place to rest, and I will pay for lost work and venue fees."

After an unknown amount of time, the person in his arms finally moved.

The closed eyes opened two slits, and the amber pupils gradually regained clarity.

Ever since Cui Yudan was forced to look down from a height of more than a dozen floors until just now, Lu Jiaxi's mind has been in chaos.

Miscellaneous images kept flashing in his mind, including the serial car accident on the viaduct from the perspective of the rooftop, and the image of falling tall buildings that appeared in his dreams countless times later and shocked him.

There are many more, the sound of abuse, the camera on the face, dozens of people's feet stepping around him...

All the pictures forced him to the verge of suffocation, until a familiar voice smashed through the air and pulled him out of the ice cellar.

There is a familiar smell in front of his nose, and he has always felt like he has lost his mind after smelling it for more than half a month, but this moment made him so relieved that he didn't want to leave.

He knew that he was in Bian Xinghuo's arms now, he had come to his senses, and he should leave, but he didn't want to move at all.

Not only didn't want to move, but even wanted to be closer.

Such thoughts were quickly disrupted by the bloody teeth marks on the arms that could be seen.

When Lu Jiaxi saw the teeth marks on the arm around him, he didn't react for two seconds. The memory of biting people crowded up in his mind, and he suddenly came back to his senses, stretched out his hand and carefully held Bian Xinghuo Injured arm.

"Does it hurt?" He gently touched the wound on his arm that was still bleeding. The wound was so deep that those who didn't know it thought it was a big hatred.

Bian Xinghuo didn't answer his question, but asked: "Mr. Lu is better?"

Lu Jiaxi looked up at Bian Xinghuo a little angrily, and touched the gentle and concerned eyes of the other party, and all the messy atmosphere in his heart disappeared instantly.

He blinked, and with his hand still on Bian Xinghuo's arm, he explained subconsciously: "I... am a little afraid of heights."

Bian Xinghuo hugged his hand tightly, and responded softly.

Lu Jiaxi continued: "It's not born with it, and it's actually not that serious. It's okay to stay in a high-rise building, but you can't look down from upstairs, and the rooftops are not very good. Watching... makes you prone to stress. reaction."

As he spoke, his eyes stared at Bian Xinghuo for a moment.

These years, Lu Jiaxi has often suffered from illnesses, but he has never explained the reason to anyone, but if Bian Xinghuo asks, he thinks he will.

But Bian Xinghuo didn't ask, he just tightened his grip a little more, his eyes darkened: "Mr. Lu...how do you want to deal with Cui Yudan?"

Lu Jiaxi was stunned by Bian Xinghuo's words for two seconds, and suddenly laughed: "Your expression and words, those who don't know think I'm the emperor, you ask me to deal with criminals."

Bian Xinghuo followed Lu Jiaxi and smiled lightly, but it didn't reach his eyes.

Lu Jiaxi seemed to feel the low breath on the other person, he rubbed the hand on Bian Xinghuo's arm lightly, and said: "I really don't want to talk to him, he just has a brain hole, forget it, let's not talk about it, Why does your hand keep bleeding, I remember there is a medicine box in the lounge, I'll go find your wound and treat it, you shouldn't be infected with any virus after being bitten..."

As he said, he got up from Bian Xinghuo's arms with some reluctance.

As soon as he stood up, his hand was suddenly grabbed.

Bian Xinghuo sat on the chair, gently pulled his wrist with his hand and looked up at him.

That expression was unfamiliar to Lu Jiaxi.

For a moment, Lu Jiaxi couldn't understand the emotion of the person in front of him.

The expression on that always gentle face was gone at this moment, as if a face was covered up, covering all the emotions of the owner under the face.

However, this feeling lasted only for a moment, and in the next second, Bian Xinghuo resumed his usual gentle expression, got up and said, "I know where it is, I'll go get it, Mr. Lu is sitting."

Lu Jiaxi was a little confused by Bian Xinghuo's face change just now, and subconsciously sat on the recliner according to the other party's words.

Not long after, Bian Xinghuo came back with the medicine box, he opened the medicine box, took out the alcohol, and picked up a small piece of cotton ball with tweezers, but instead of treating the wound on his hand, he said to Lu Jia: "Open your mouth, If it hurts, grab my hand."

Lu Jiaxi followed the action subconsciously, and in the next second he was trembling with pain from the tingling sensation from his lips. The words Bian Xinghuo just said flashed through his mind, and he grabbed the other's uninjured arm.

He liked the warm touch under his palm very much, and he suddenly realized that he liked this kind of touch a little bit.

It was the same when he was hugged by Bian Xinghuo just now, and it is the same now.

In fact, I don't know when it started, but he himself has always been a little reluctant to admit it.

Bian Xinghuo squatted in front of Lu Jiaxi, treating the wound gently, but with a serious and serious expression.

Lu Jiaxi looked at him, and unconsciously said, "Are you... angry?"

Bian Xinghuo didn't show obvious signs of anger, and Lu Jiaxi had never seen Bian Xinghuo angry before, but looking at the person in front of him with a different aura than usual, he subconsciously had such a guess.

Bian Xinghuo didn't deny or admit it, he just dealt with Lu Jiaxi's wound silently, and then changed hands to deal with his own.

Lu Jiaxi immediately grabbed the job, dragged someone to sit next to him, picked up a cotton ball and poured alcohol again.

He is often injured when filming, and dealing with wounds is almost a routine.

When the cotton ball touched Xinghuo's arm, the man didn't even shake.

Lu Jiaxi looked up at him, and found that his expression didn't change at all.

Lu Jiaxi lowered his eyes and dealt with the wound seriously, his mouth was not idle: "Because Cui Yudan hurt me, so you are angry?"

At first he thought he still couldn't get an answer, but the man responded softly, and then the arm with the teeth marks under his eyes seemed to tighten, and another voice came from above his head.

"He shouldn't hurt Mr. Lu, he's not qualified."

Lu Jiaxi paused, and his heart suddenly surged because of this sentence.

He has forgotten how many years he has never heard someone completely stand in his position and say something that is completely partial and caring about him.

Grandpa and grandma were very kind to him, but they often cared more about his mother's feelings. The few friends who cared about him were mostly polite inquiries, and others... let alone others.

Lu Jiaxi unconsciously relaxed the movements of his hands, took a long time to treat the wound, wrap it up for others, and put the utensils back into the medicine box.

He looked up, looked at Bian Xinghuo and smiled.

"Don't be angry with that kind of person, I'll show you a lesson in a while and go back."

When he said this, his eyes were bright, and there was a bit of tenderness in his eyes that he didn't realize.

Bian Xinghuo was stunned, and almost unconsciously echoed: "Mr. Lu... how do you plan to teach him a lesson?"

Lu Jiaxi raised his eyebrows, smiled at him and said nothing.

After a long while, he sighed regretfully: "It means that the scene just now was the rooftop, otherwise I would have knocked out his two front teeth and let him know the dangers of society."

There was regret in the voice, but the corner of the mouth was clenched into a smile.

Bian Xinghuo was soaked by that smile, his eyes gradually softened.

He stretched out his hand, as if wanting to grab Lu Jiaxi's wrist, but in the end he turned around, gently smoothed the wrinkled corner of his clothes, and whispered connivingly, "There will always be a chance in the future."

Lu Jiaxi didn't react for a moment: "What opportunity?"

Bian Xinghuo looked at him and smiled softly: "The chance of destroying his two front teeth."

Lu Jiaxi was stunned for two seconds, then laughed: "It's you who are ruthless, Bian Xinghuo, you have a clear goal and a firm will, you can't see it, you must have been a school bully in the past, right?"

Bian Xinghuo followed his words: "He deserves it, interrupt, just spend money with him to inlay porcelain teeth, if he likes, you can also inlay two gold ones for him."

As soon as these words came out, a picture instantly formed in Lu Jiaxi's mind.

Thinking of the appearance of Cui Yu standing on top of the two golden front teeth, he couldn't stop laughing at all, and the wound on his lower lip didn't stop. Finally, the wound bled again, so Bian Xinghuo covered his mouth and stopped laughing abruptly.

Ren Jiaying at the door was lowering his head and playing with his mobile phone boredly, when he heard a laugh, he almost missed calling 120.

Is this people being stimulated to be stupid?

Is it too late to send this to the hospital?Can it be cured?

It's impossible to cure a fool, but it takes two fools.

The author has something to say:

Cui, do you know how painful it is to have no front teeth, stop now!

Thank you for the white liquid that irrigates, muamua