Blame him for being too pretty

Half an hour later, Song Yuhe looked at the three-story villa in front of him with a flower in his arms, trotted forward and asked, "Sir, is this your home?"

Bo Qiao opened the door: "Yes."

Song Yuhe let out a "Wow", looking very amazed.

During the time he came to Fuenli, he lived in a dormitory full of people, and he had never seen a whole building where only one person lived.

Seeing that Bo Qiao had already entered the house, Song Yuhe hurriedly ran in, and asked while changing his shoes, "Is it true that Teacher Qin will not come back tomorrow morning?"

Bo Qiao was leaning against the entrance and watching him change his shoes indifferently, feeling a little upset upon hearing this.

Originally, he didn't want to replace the straight steel man surnamed Qin at all, and brought Song Yuhe, whom he disliked the most, to buy the bionic person he hated the most, and he tried every means to refuse along the way, but when he heard Song Yuhe's words, he said lightly. : "Why, is there any problem if I take you there?"

Song Yuhe couldn't tell lies, and nodded upon hearing the words: "Teacher Qin is very proficient in bionics, sir can't compare to him."

Mr. Bo: "..."

Bo Qiao was so angry at this blunt sentence that he didn't know how to answer. After he thought up the words to retort, Song Yuhe had already changed the subject.

"Sir, I live here, will I disturb you?" Song Yuhe looked at the man's house who lived alone, and said politely.

Bo Qiao was choked into dead fish eyes, "It's bothering me to death" was written all over her face.

Bo Qiao hates the smell of silver, and he doesn't even have bionics at home. The most advanced robot in the living room is the sweeping robot.

After Song Yuhe changed his shoes, he ran forward and pointed at the sweeping robot with glowing eyes: "Sir, I know this one."

Bo Qiao thought to himself how rare it is, there is no interstellar person who doesn't know this.

Bo Qiao's indifference did not affect Song Yuhe's enthusiasm in the slightest, and he talked more than before, boo boo boo, always trying to attract Bo Qiao's attention.

Song Yuhe didn't treat Qin Xian like this, Qin Xian is warm-hearted, sometimes Song Yuhe can talk for a long time with just one sentence, there is no need for Song Yuhe to enliven the atmosphere.

But Bo Qiao is different.

Bo Qiao wished to have "stay away from me" written all over his face, but Song Yuhe's passer-by label of "he is a slow-warming good guy" has been upgraded to "the one who will teach me my homework and buy me roses" in one fell swoop. The self-identity label of "good guy".

Bo Qiao is still upgrading.

There was a child living in the house, so Bo Qiao didn't make do with ordering takeaway like before, and specially cooked a table of dishes by himself.

Song Yuhe slapped, and labeled him as a chef who would "feed me delicious food".

After eating, Bo Qiao took Song Yuhe to the guest room, brought him a new set of clothes, turned on the lighting device, the collected sunlight shone on the quilt, and after a while, the new quilt was warmed up.

Song Yuhe slapped, and then posted a heart-warming label of "I will wear clothes and sleep in a comfortable bed" for him.

It's only been half a day, and the corners of Bo Qiao's lips twitched after being labeled. Seeing Song Yuhe's eyes that looked like galaxies, he had a bad feeling.

"He won't...will depend on me in the future?"

Bo Qiao was terrified, forced to remain calm, and said, "I've been wanting to talk about it ever since I came back, aren't you tired of holding that flower?"

Song Yuhe was sitting on the bed bouncing back and forth with his feet in the air, still holding the rose in his arms and not letting go, even when he was eating, he shook his head: "I'm not tired."

Bo Qiao had a headache: "You don't want to hug it to sleep, do you?"

Song Yuhe looked at him strangely: "Can't you?"

"Some of the thorns on the rose branches have not been trimmed clean, and they will be pricked." Bo Qiao said, "Besides, the petals squeeze out juice, which will stain the bed sheets."

Song Yuhe was startled, and quickly got off the bed, shook his head and said, "Then, I won't sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the floor."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao was completely convinced by him, went out to find a big glass vase, filled it with nutrient solution water, took a pair of scissors, and said to Song Yuhe, "Come here, I'll cut off branches for you and put them in the vase , and put it on the table later, you can see it as soon as you open your eyes."

Song Yuhe was like a vigilant cat, holding the rose and looking at Bo Qiao for a long time before he tentatively stepped forward and handed the rose over.

Bo Qiao was about to pick it up, but Song Yuhe quickly withdrew his paws, holding the flower tightly, and said dully, "You, don't lie to me."

Otherwise he would tear off all those labels.

Bo Qiao met his worried eyes, and he would definitely get angry under normal circumstances, but now he just kept silent and said, "Well, I won't lie to you."

After getting the guarantee, Song Yuhe handed over the roses.

Bo Qiao sat on the chair and cut the long rose branches obliquely. There was a "click", like the sound of a second hand turning, which was very pleasant.

The daylighting device was still releasing sunlight continuously, and Song Yuhe sat cross-legged on the carpet, looking up at Bo Qiao gracefully cutting flower branches with downcast eyes.

He was staring at the roses vigilantly, lest Bao Qiao would damage it, but when he looked at it, his eyes fell on Bao Qiao's face unconsciously.

When Bo Qiao got home, he took off his glasses, revealing a pair of cold eyes, and the sunlight on his face didn't seem to be able to melt the coldness of his face.

Compared with sunshine, he is more suitable for moonlight.

"Sir." Song Yuhe stared at his face, and suddenly murmured, "Where have I seen you?"

Bo Qiao's scissors almost poked his hand, and he gave him a cold look without making a sound.

He cut off the last flower, put it in a vase that was full, picked a place to put it, and then said coldly: "No one told you that such words are only useful when you are provocative?"

Song Yuhe froze for a moment, recalling that Lu Jing seemed to have said similar things to himself before, he nodded with a vague understanding: "Oh, but I didn't intend to tease you, I really feel..."

"Okay." Bo Qiao stood up, sent the robot vacuum over to clean the rose stems, and said calmly, "It's late, go to sleep."

After that, he ran away.

Song Yuhe looked at his back suspiciously, and asked 57, "What happened to him?"

57 sneered: "Probably thinking of ways to hurt you, son, I always feel that this person doesn't like you."

"Impossible." Song Yuhe said categorically, "He doesn't like me giving me clothes, assigning homework, sending me to the hospital, buying me roses, and now he wants me to live in his house?"

57 said: "Is it possible that he was actually unwilling at all, but was forced?"

Song Yuhe shook his head: "It's impossible, why would he do something he doesn't want to do?"

57 choked for a moment, and had no choice but to say, "Anyway, you should be more vigilant, you must be right."

Song Yuhe nodded, took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, sniffing the smell of sunlight, and said, "This bed is so comfortable, when I buy the Liuyin stabilizer and fix you tomorrow, we will make money to buy a small house." Bar."

57 smiled: "Buy this one?"

"It's very expensive at first glance." Song Yuhe muttered, "Just buy a small one."

57 coaxed him: "Sleep."

Song Yuhe didn't untie the bionic man, but hid his hands under the quilt, afraid of being snatched away again, he closed his eyes and brewed for 10 minutes, saying, "I'm scared, I can't sleep."

57 said: "Then shall I read the lines to you?"

Song Yuhe: "Will you read it all night?"

"Okay, read it all night."

Only then did Song Yuhe relax, and gradually fell into a deep sleep as he listened to 57 recite the lines that he had never tired of listening to all these years.

The strong fragrance of roses filled his nostrils, and Song Yuhe returned to the rose garden again in his dream.

The beautiful woman raised her hand to stroke a lock of hair that had fallen down, she tilted her head as if looking at him, and said softly, "Do you miss brother?"

Song Yuhe heard a milky voice saying happily: "Think about it."

The woman smiled and said, "Then let's take advantage of my brother's vacation and go play with him?"

"But isn't my brother in a very, very far place? My father said that I have to take a very big car to get there."

The woman said, "Then let's go to the cart."

"Wow! Great, let's take a cart to find my brother!"

The rose is gone, replaced by a space enclosed all around.

There were faint explosions and screams in the ear, and then a sense of weightlessness suddenly hit.

The sound of machinery running, his small body seemed to be hugged by countless pairs of cold hands.

"The protection program is activated..."

"Protection cabin parts are missing..."

"The flow of silver is missing..."

"The Liuyin stabilizer is automatically damaged, and the Liuyin is replenished..."

Song Yuhe felt as if he had turned countless times, and was suddenly awakened from his dream by the violent weightlessness and impact. He stared at the strange ceiling in a daze, and didn't react for a long time.

57 said: "Wake up, get up quickly."

Song Yuhe's voice was hoarse, and he murmured, "There is no sunshine."

When I usually sleep in the dormitory, I can see the sun when I wake up, but here the curtains are drawn tightly, and no light leaks in.

57 said: "When you get up and go outside, there will be sunshine."

Song Yuhe was very obedient, he didn't wake up and didn't get up, he obediently scratched his messy hair and got up.

In the huge living room, Bo Qiao was already eating breakfast while watching the news in a leisurely manner. Seeing Song Yuhe coming out with disheveled hair, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "What do you like to eat?"

Song Yuhe tied his hair up with an electric wire, and said vaguely, "Anything is fine."

Bo Qiao fried a sandwich for him, and said lightly, "I'll take you to the bionic headquarters in the city center to buy a stabilizer."

Song Yuhe had already washed up and sat in front of the table. He was a little dazed just after waking up. He stared at the sandwich for a while, then raised his head blankly: "Huh? But Teacher Qin said that you can just find a branch."

Bo Qiao said, "Of course the main store has a complete range of categories."

Song Yuhe thought for a while, then nodded his head.

Bo Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Throughout Fuenli, the clerks who sell bionics are all bionics, and only the main store will have a special person to receive them.

After the two finished their meal, Bo Qiao drove Song Yuhe to the main store, thinking in his heart: "After buying that stabilizer, we will part ways with him."

Song Yuhe was still holding the big vase, sitting in the co-pilot and looking left and right, with "I really want to tear it down" written all over his face.

Half an hour later, the two arrived at the main store of Song's bionic man Fenli.

Bo Qiao parked the car, saw that Song Yuhe was still hugging the rose, the corners of his lips twitched, adjusted his glasses, and planned to reason with him.

"No one would go shopping with a rose in their arms."

Song Yuhe said suspiciously: "But there were also many people walking around the shop with flowers in their arms yesterday."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao: "Yesterday was a special day."

Song Yuhe said "oh", and reluctantly put the vase back on the car, looking a little pitiful.

Bo Qiao was ruthless, completely ignoring Song Yuhe's gaze at Qi Yi, seeing that the vase was put back, he closed the car door expressionlessly.

Children are difficult to serve.

Fu Enli's main store selling bionics has five floors up and down. Bo Qiao wore a mask and took Song Yuhe into it, resisting the discomfort.

Song Yuhe still remembered that Bo Qiao had a delicate problem of not being able to smell the smell of silver. He shook his schoolbag and said, "I brought the money, so just go and buy it yourself. Sir, please sit downstairs for a while."

Bo Qiao: "Can you really do it yourself?"

Song Yuhe: "Yes."

Bo Qiao was really uncomfortable, so he had to let him go in by himself.

Song Yuhe stepped up the stairs with his schoolbag on his back.

Feeling relieved, Bo Qiao found a coffee shop on the first floor and sat down.

This building is good at selling all mechanical products. Probably because the Qixi Festival event is not over yet. After buying a cup of coffee, a rose made of mechanical parts will be given as a gift. It can be used as a pendant, which is exquisite and compact.

Bo Qiao stared at the lovely mechanical rose in his palm, and instinctively recalled Song Yuhe's pitiful eyes reluctant to let go of the rose in his mind.

Realizing that he was thinking about that Song Yuhe again, the well-trained Mr. Bo almost swears, the coffee in his mouth doesn't taste good.

After drinking a cup of tasteless coffee, Bo Qiao took a deep breath, hooked his finger on the mechanical rose, and comforted himself.

"It's nothing, at least count the students who have taken my class, I'll go and see him, so that he won't be scammed."

Well, that makes perfect sense.

Thinking of this, Bo Qiao put on two layers of masks, endured the discomfort and went up to the floor where the androids were sold.

In the morning, the business of selling bionics was also booming. Bo Qiao walked two floors before finding Song Yuhe.

He took a deep breath, and was about to go forward to call Song Yuhe, but he heard a man in a shop assistant's uniform talking strangely.

"In these days, people don't even have an optical brain, so they come to buy bionics?"

Song Yuhe had money with him, and he didn't understand why people said that, so he looked at him suspiciously: "I don't have a brain, so I will pay."

The clerk sneered and said, "Do you know the price of the cheapest android in our store? Your bag is full of money and it's not enough to buy a part."

Song Yuhe was startled.

57 was furious: "Cub! Fuck him! Just return to the main store?! Why don't the clerks have any quality at all?!"

Another clerk stood beside him with an embarrassed face, as if he wanted to rescue Song Yuhe, but he was also a little inexplicably afraid of that man, so he didn't dare to approach him.

The man was even more confident: "If you can't afford it, don't move around. If it breaks, you won't be able to pay for it here."

Bo Qiao's face sank when he heard the last sentence just now.