She is Not What They Think Chapter 6

As soon as school was over that afternoon, Dylan asked the driver to take him to the barber shop to get his hair dyed.

Originally, I wanted Ryan Lu to follow.

"Master, I have to work part-time, so I may not be able to accompany you."

Outside the black car, Dylan was sitting in the back seat. He looked sideways at Ryan Lu, who was holding the car door but not about to get in. When he heard that he was going to work part-time, he couldn't help but frown:

"What part-time job are you doing?"

Ryan Lu was a little surprised that Song Ji would ask him. Before, he had ignored him and just got in the car and left. He didn't even ask him if he wanted to get in the car and just let the driver drive away:

"Want to make some money."

Dylan was indeed curious about what part-time job he was doing, but now he was even more curious about what he was doing part-time for. His sister didn't seem to tell him the content of the novel in detail before:

"What do you do to make money? Want to leave me?"

After saying this, he fell silent. Really, why did he say this so strangely?

"My father is sick, and I want to earn some money for medical expenses so that he doesn't have to work so hard." Ryan Lu looked at Dylan and saw him staring at him as if he was worried about him. He couldn't help but get some confirmation of his suspicion: "I don't I will leave the young master."

This idiot probably has a crush on him.

Because I saved him.

Dylan's ears turned red when he saw Ryan Lu suddenly smiled softly at him and said these words. He reached out to close the car door in a panic, but saw Ryan Lu suddenly bent down and approached him.

The heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

...Too close, he doesn't like people being so close to him.

What to do! !

There was a 'click' and the seat belt was fastened.

Ryan Lu then pulled away and stood up holding the car door: "You forgot to fasten your seat belt. I'll fasten it for you. Then I'll leave first."

If Dylan really likes him, will the plan to take everything away from Dylan still be far behind?

Dylan still wanted to speak, but saw Ryan Lu had closed the car door for him, turned around and left.

... Really, I haven't asked him how much a part-time job costs per month.

By the way, Ryan Lu's father is sick? That is to say, "Dylan"'s biological father is sick. That's really bad. He has to step in quickly to find out what's going on.

Now that he had too little information, it was not enough for him to advance the plot quickly. He had to think of ways to make Ryan Lu know his identity faster.

As night falls, the luxurious Song family manor also lights up.

"Hey, Master, your hair has been dyed back to black. You look so good like this."

As soon as Dylan walked into the villa, he saw his aunt walking up. She praised him so much that his ears turned red before he could say anything. He felt a little embarrassed and touched his ears:

"...I just want to come back and study hard."

Oh, it's true. Why do you praise me so directly? People will be embarrassed.

The aunt discovered that her little ancestor's temper has really improved a little bit recently. Let alone chatting before, just a few words when meeting like this is like a bomb, exploding at the first moment.

She looked at Song Qe's face that turned red after he praised him. He looked so well-behaved. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart. If the husband and wife came back, they would be extremely happy. It seems that surfing once was really a blessing in disguise. Now it's not too late to be sensible. ah.

"Are you hungry after doing your hair for so long? Do you want me to get you something to eat now, Master?"

Dylan was actually a little hungry. After all, it took a long time to get his hair done. He was a little embarrassed: "Then I'll bother you, auntie."

When the aunt heard the young master speaking in such a tone, she felt as if he had changed into a different person. She was very surprised in her heart. He had been so polite these days, as if he had been reborn, well-behaved and well-educated.

"No trouble, young master, please go upstairs and take a shower first, and I will bring it up to you later."

"Okay, thank you, auntie, for your hard work." Dylan nodded slightly and smiled.

It's eleven o'clock.

Ryan Lu was carrying a schoolbag in his hand. He was only wearing a short-sleeved black T-shirt. There was a band-aid on the corner of his lips. His hair was slightly damp and drooping on his forehead. His strong arms were taut with muscle lines, showing signs of good training. , there are several traces of broken skin on the joints of his right hand, and his whole body exudes a violent aura that prevents strangers from approaching him.

He walked into the villa expressionlessly, just in time to see his aunt carrying a tray about to enter the elevator, and put away her emotions.

"Hey, Ryan Lu, are you back?" When the aunt saw Ryan Lu's appearance, she couldn't help but frown in distress: "Why are you injured again? Are you hungry? Auntie just cooked noodles for the young master. There is a lot, do you want to eat some?"

"I'll take it up and give it to him." Ryan Lu reached out and took the tray from his aunt's hand.

Seeing that Ryan Lu's arms and hand joints were injured, the aunt's eyes were worried: "You guys, why are you doing a part-time job? Every time you come back, you are all injured. Isn't it a penis?"

Ryan Lu smiled, with a bit of tiredness and laziness, and said in a nonchalant tone: "We are short of money now, and my dad's life is important."

After saying that, he took the tray and headed to the elevator.

The aunt looked at Ryan Lu's back with emotion: "...Lao Lu, you really gave birth to a hard-working son. You have to get through it."

With a 'ding' sound, the elevator door opened.

Ryan Lu walked to Dylan's bedroom.

This man was born with a blessed life. His bedroom occupies an entire floor of the third floor. He can only say that it was his servant's life that took up his life. He was born in the same age and on the same day as Song Che. He was favored by Song Che's parents when he was a child. Ask him to accompany Dylan.

From the age of eight to now, I have followed Dylan for ten years.

Every birthday is spent in the corner of Dylan's birthday party, even his eighteenth birthday. As long as he doesn't get what he wants for a day, he will always stay in Dylan's shadow.

I know I won't be willing to do this.

Nor would I just settle for living in a room with a bathroom that is bigger than my own room.

He stopped in front of the double door of Dylan's bedroom, raised his hand and knocked lightly. When he knocked on the door, he accidentally touched the wound he had just sustained, and his brows just furrowed.

"Please come in."

He opened the door when he heard Dylan's voice.

Dylan's bedroom has a layout of five bedrooms and two living rooms. As soon as you push the door and enter, you will see the large panoramic floor-to-ceiling living room, which is the location with the best view in the entire villa.

I saw the boy who originally played games in the study sitting cross-legged on the carpet in the living room, burying his head in what he was writing.

But his eyes fell on the hair that was dyed back to its original color.

"Eh? You're back." Dylan saw Ryan Lu coming in from the corner of his eye and raised his head to look at him.

The crystal chandelier in the living room casts its angular light and shadow on the young man sitting cross-legged on the carpet with a bright smile.

His dyed hair color is slightly brown, and his hair has obviously been cared for to be soft and smooth. His eyebrows are curved and his bright eyes are smiling. He is wearing white home clothes. He is really clean and beautiful.

Where is the arrogance and domineering look from before, the clothes that are not well worn, and the look of a careless person like a ruffian? He is completely transformed.

The temperaments are completely different.

The difference between clay and jade.

It seemed like she was really deliberately trying to attract him.

When Dylan looked up, he saw the band-aid on Ryan Lu's lips and the bruises on his arms. He couldn't help but frown: "Why did you go? Did you go to fight?"

Ryan Lu took the tray to the coffee table and put it down: "Master, your midnight snack."

At this moment, a cold hand touched the corner of his lips, and his movement to straighten up suddenly stopped.

"Ryan Lu, what kind of part-time job are you doing?" Dylan saw the faint bruises on the edges of Ryan Lu's lips and the bruises on his arms, and made a bold guess: "It can't be... Make money by beating me?"

Ryan Lu wanted to speak, but accidentally pulled the wound on his lip, and he gasped in pain.

Dylan suddenly panicked and raised his hand to fan his lips. He felt that this action was so stupid. He wanted to put down his hand in embarrassment, but when he put it down, his wrist was suddenly held.

...

Ah, I don’t like people touching me like this, I’m so nervous.

This white face with pink ears and red ears was reflected in someone's eyes, confirming a certain guess.

Why do you suddenly have a completely different attitude towards him than before, why do you want to study hard with him, and why do you pay so much attention to image management all of a sudden.

"Master, are you feeling sorry for me?"

Dylan wanted to withdraw his hand, but was held tightly.

He hesitated to speak, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a moment he raised his eyes to look at Ryan Lu: "...No, what else? Can't I feel sorry for you?"

Ryan Lu's heart sank.

Sure enough, this pampered loser really fell in love with him.