Blame him for being too pretty

After Bo Qiao finished his class, he heard that the film emperor Sheng Lin was coming to film in Fuenli, so he rushed to Fuenli without even having time to put the courseware back in the office.

Sheng Lin became famous in the entertainment circle at a young age, and even though there was a lot of noise about coming out of the closet some time ago, it didn't affect his popularity in the slightest.

When Bo Qiao rushed over, there was already a circle of people around the filming area, many people took pictures with optical computers, and there were a bunch of people holding colored paper to sign.

Sheng Lin was doing business in the middle with a cold expression, and from time to time he curled his lips into a smile, and he could see the screams of both men and women around him.

Bo Qiao invested in Shenglin's studio. Although he added Shenglin's communication ID, he never bothered Shenglin - after all, Mr. Bo only enjoys the happiness of chasing stars with a group of people. It's too boring to eat melons and chase stars in private. .

Looking at a bunch of people lined up to sign with excitement, Bo Qiao was very satisfied with the star-chasing atmosphere. He also lined up wearing a mask, planning to ask for an autograph.

It's just that he hadn't queued for a while, and there was a louder scream from the Bionic Machinery Research Institute not far away, attracting all the people in the queue to look back in doubt.

Mr. Bo Qiao was at the end of the line, very close to the door, and looked at the word "bionic" with distaste, not wanting to join in the excitement of silver.

It's just that the sound became louder and louder, and even the security guards outside the door panicked and ran in with guns.

Only then did Bo Qiao get excited, put on another layer of mask, and rushed over to watch the excitement.

What kind of melon-eating spirit is this?

then……

Facts tell him that joining in the fun can easily affect the innocent.

Bo Qiao only felt a buzzing in his ears, as if he had been stunned by a bomb, and there was a burning pain in his back.

The white feathers after the silver explosion were dreamy and beautiful, but they splashed on people like concentrated sulfuric acid. Bao Qiao had never been injured like this since he was a child, his face was pale, and cold sweat broke out in an instant.

Qin Xian rushed up quickly, and said sharply, "Go and prepare the medical cabin!"

Only then did the people around react, and hurried to the second floor to open the medical cabin.

It seems that the white feathers of the river have been quickly wiped away by the security machine, but the aura of hot and cold temperatures still permeates the corridor.

Bo Qiao got up and took off the silver-stained jacket, but the shirt inside was still corroded with several holes, and a stream of blood even overflowed from the elbow.

Song Yuhe was still sitting on the ground blankly, looking up at him.

Qin Xian dragged him to the medical cabin. A bloody wound like this would heal after lying in the medical cabin for 10 to [-] minutes, but no one can guarantee whether something like Liuyin will really emit radiation after it explodes. left aftereffects on his wounds.

Bo Qiao didn't know whether it was the pain or the nausea from the silvery smell that could be seen everywhere. His face was so ugly that he tore off the mask, ignoring Qin Xian's tugging, squatting down and wiping off Song Yuhe's face which was already covered at some point. tears.

"Why are you crying?" Bo Qiao frowned, "It's worthless."

Song Yuhe didn't even realize that he was crying, he looked at the blood slowly flowing down Bo Qiao's forearm, and mumbled: "Blood..."

Only then did Bao Qiao feel the pain in his arm. He lowered his head and glanced at it, and said indifferently, "It's not a serious injury..."

It was only after he finished speaking that he looked at the blood red in front of him in surprise.

Blood……

Bo Qiao was impulsive just now, and almost forgot.

He fainted.

Qin Xian saw Mr. Bao Qiao, who was still acting brave just now, fall back and fainted.

Qin Xian: "..."

Song Yuhe: "..."

Qin Xian couldn't laugh or cry, he hurriedly supported him and found someone to move Bao Qiao to the medical cabin on the second floor.

Song Yuhe's legs were weak, and he struggled to get up, but fell back again. It was Lu Jing who hurried over to help him up.

"How is it?" Lu Jing anxiously checked whether Liu Yin had blown him up, "Where does it hurt?!"

Song Yuhe shook his head with a pale face, the wires that tied his hair had fallen out, the long hair in the shawl was scattered on his shoulders, and there were still a few locks on the side of his face that were soaked in cold sweat, tightly sticking to his snow-white skin.

This appearance is a little weaker than the seriously injured Bao Qiao.

Lu Jing looked carefully for a long time but did not find any marks on Liuyin's splash, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Yuhe had already recovered, and walked towards the medical cabin on the second floor with his feet fluttering.

The medical cabin of the Fu Enli Research Institute has been modified, and it works faster than ordinary medical cabins. When Song Yuhe passed by, Bo Qiao was lying in it with his eyes closed, and saw his pale face through the glass cabin door. and pale lips.

Song Yuhe and the bionics have been living together for so many years. In his life, there are not only bionics but bionics. Even in his cognition, the value of a bionic is much higher than a human life.

He never regarded bionics as enemies, even if they were abnormal bionics implanted with a self-destruct program, he dared to raise his hand and catch them.

But when the "people" he thought exploded directly, it was human beings who saved him.

Song Yuhe sat by the cabin door, staring blankly at Bao Qiao's face.

The bionic program on the wrist was out of order again, and it uttered a sentence in the empty medical room.

"Want to hug you."

Song Yuhe stretched out his hand like a ghost, and slowly caressed Bao Qiao's face through the glass hatch.

57 was silent for a long time before trying to speak: "Yuhe, what are you doing?"

Song Yuhe's bony fingers were still sticking to the cabin door, he stared at Bo Qiao's face, and replied unconsciously: "I want him to hug me."

57 was taken aback.

Song Yuhe only said "want to hug" to 57.

But the android can no longer turn into a human and give him a hug.

While Song Yuhe was watching intently, it was time for the medical cabin. After the glass door slowly opened, a "beep" sounded, indicating that the treatment was completed.

Because of the explosion just now, Song Yuhe was a little wary of this "drop", and immediately rushed forward, bumping his head into Bao Qiao's arms.

Poor Bo Qiao was still a weak patient suffering from haemorrhage and severe injuries, he choked out of breath immediately after being bumped, and woke up slowly.

Lying on Bo Qiao's chest, Song Yuhe nervously grabbed the hem of his shirt, raised his head and said, "It...it's dripping."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao was stunned for a long time before he understood the situation. He raised his hand in pain and rubbed the center of his brows, and cursed in a low voice: "We are really at odds with each other."

Song Yuhe was still pulling him to get him out of the medical cabin, lest this thing explode too.

Under the treatment of Bao Qiao in the medical cabin, the wound on his back has healed, but he is slightly cold, as if the wind is leaking from his back.

This is second to none, what worries Bo Qiao the most is that there seems to be something wrong with his elbow.

The elbow was splashed with a few drops of silver when it hit the wall, and the injury had already healed in the medical cabin, but the bones ached intermittently, as if a needle had been stabbed in and stirred.

Bo Qiao was taken aback, and quickly came out of the medical cabin, and by the way, held Song Yuhe who was lying on him by the back collar to make him stand still, with a rare dignified expression.

He hurt his right hand.

Bo Qiao's business is a pharmaceutical company, and since Bo Qiao took over the company, he has been researching targeted drugs for the treatment of Hera syndrome.

Before he came to Fuenli, INC-647 was already in the process of research and development. A few days ago, the special assistant sent a piece of problematic data. Bo Qiao was too lazy to go back, so he asked Griffin University to help him build a laboratory for drug research.

In the past few days, he has been buying tools and instruments one after another. If his hands...

Bo Qiao didn't dare to think too much, and dragged Song Yuhe outside.

At this time, Qin Xian was one head and two older, and he didn't dare to say a word when faced with the dean's scolding. After all, it was true that he didn't think carefully at this time, and even hurt a teacher from a foreign school.

He was dizzy from being scolded, and after coming out of the dean's office, he wanted to go to the medical cabin to see the situation, but when he got off the stairs, he saw Bao Qiao walking over with his face sinking.

Song Yuhe trotted behind him, still saying, "Sir, your hand...sir."

Qin Xian frowned: "What happened to your hand?"

Bo Qiao said coldly, "It's useless."

Qin Xian's face turned pale with fright.

He also heard in the dean's office just now that Griffin University has been buying instruments around because of this man named Bo Qiao, and the Furnley Research Institute has also received a bunch of customized instruments. sky-high price.

The teacher who can make Griffin University attach so much importance is definitely not an ordinary person.

Seeing that his right hand was hanging stiffly, and his fingers were still trembling slightly, Qin Xian hurriedly said, "Is the medical cabin useless? Let's go to the hospital for an examination first."

"No need, I will send the medical expenses to Fu Enli Research Institute in a while." Bo Qiao said indifferently, "As well as this matter, please give me an explanation from your hospital."

After finishing speaking, without saying another word of nonsense, he left with Song Yuhe in his left hand.

Compared with Bo Qiao, Song Yuhe's legs were a bit shorter, and he could only keep up with him by staggering and trotting.

Bo Qiao cherished his hands, took Song Yuhe into the car, set the car to the hospital with automatic navigation, and closed his eyes in the driver's seat to rest.

Song Yuhe didn't know how to speak, and the optical brain on his wrist sent out a news push pop-up window.

[Furnley University Research Institute suspects that anti-social personnel have used bionics to retaliate against society, and no one has died yet]

Song Yuhe watched it for a long time, and because he hadn't operated for a long time, the page automatically switched to the comments below.

[Looking back at the reunion: It's a bit scary, I think back to the time when terminally ill patients retaliated against society and hijacked airships. 】

[Love Song 1551: Tong recalled that incident, I heard that a child was blown up...]

[Close hold: Has that person been found?Grab it now! 】

[sfkhewu: Don't be a "Hurt syndrome" patient again, laugh]

[Misunderstanding 3902: What are you shooting at the map upstairs?The terminally ill patient provoked you? 】

[sfkhewu: Where is the map shot? Didn’t the anti-social personality back then want to drag the person in the airship to be buried with him because he was about to die?That kid is only seven or eight years old, and it's hard to do anything for him, it's disgusting]

[Save your ninth uncle: Don't be so vicious.This syndrome is the only terminal disease that cannot be cured by medical technology now. I heard that Pu Cun is developing targeted drugs, and it may have been developed in the past few years. 】

【Full of Mistakes: Busi, the Gospel for Terminally Ill Patients (bushi)】

[Xuanxuan Wang: But the person in charge of Pucun is a top-notch man, but he never shows up, tsk, I hope one day he can heal his face]

The comments below became more and more incomprehensible, Song Yuhe closed the page, and looked at the silent Baoqiao timidly: "Sir, are your hands cold?"

Bo Qiao froze for a moment, and opened his eyes.

He thought Song Yuhe would ask if his hands hurt, but he didn't expect him to ask "Is it cold?"

He took a closer look, and found that the place where the flowing silver splashed was really cold.

Bo Qiao raised his eyebrows: "Have you ever been hurt by flowing silver?"

"Uh-huh."

Song Yuhe nodded, stretched out his foot and was about to put it on the seat, when Bao Qiao, who was a bit of a clean freak, gave him a sideways glance, he put it down immediately, and replied obediently: "When I have the impression, the left foot is very Cold, 57 said that I was splashed by the silver explosion."

Bo Qiao thought about it thoughtfully: "Is there a scar?"

"Have."

"Let me see."

Seeing that Bo Qiao didn't dislike him for putting his feet on the seat anymore, Song Yuhe took off his shoes, and pulled down the little bear's socks, revealing an old scar on his ankle.

There is a little red mole on the scar, like a bloody eye from a needle.

After just exposing his ankles for a short while, Song Yuhe's toes were already shaking.

Bo Qiao said, "You put it on first."

Song Yuhe hurriedly put on his socks.

Bo Qiao thought for a while, and then said: "This time, when you go to the hospital, you should check it out as well."

It's not a solution to be afraid of the cold all the time.

Song Yuhe shook his head: "No, I heard that the hospital is very expensive, I want to save money to buy bionic human parts."

Bo Qiao glanced at him: "It won't cost much to check together."

At this time, Bao Qiao's communication suddenly rang.

It was Song Guanxing calling.

Bo Qiao thought he was here to get angry, so he hung up.

But Song Guanxing quickly called a few more times, and Bo Qiao was so noisy that he had no choice but to answer.

"If you have any nonsense, talk about it quickly."

Song Guanxing came up and asked, "How is your hand?"

The pain and chills in his hands made Bo Qiao extremely impatient, and he said indifferently: "Thanks to you, there is barely half of it left. You have nothing to do, if you have nothing to do, hurry up and get out."

"Tsk." Seeing him so alive and kicking, Song Guanxing felt relieved, and said with a half-smile, "Come to Fu'enli Hospital, I just happened to be here to discuss the business of the medical cabin."

Bo Qiao looked at the automatic navigation to "Fur'enli Hospital", and clicked "Change destination address" blankly.

Song Guanxing probably guessed what he was doing, and said lazily: "Mr. Bo, hands are priceless treasures. In the whole of Fuenli, only Fuenli Hospital has the best medical equipment. You can't act like a child just because you are angry with me." Bar."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Song Guanxing choked him speechless, and he was even more proud: "Good boy, I'll wait for you in the underground parking lot of Fuenli Hospital."

Bo Qiao was so angry that he forgot his words again.

Song Yuhe on the side still remembered that Bo Qiao said that this Song Guanxing was a bad person, and heard the triumphant laughter over there with a frown, he couldn't hold it back, and started to help Bo Qiao and scold others.

"You get out!"

The young man's Qingyue voice, even if he was swearing, was soft and clean.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Song Guanxing: "..."