Blame him for being too pretty

Bo Qiao frowned and turned off the communication, looking at Song Yuhe who was still angry: "Where did you learn it?"

Song Yuhe's appearance is completely unsuitable for scolding.

No matter how vicious and vicious words came out of his mouth, they seemed to be acting like a baby.

Song Yuhe recalled the first time he heard this: "I learned from Mr. Qiao."

Mr. Qiao Benqiao: "..."

Seeing that Bo Qiao suddenly fell silent, Song Yuhe asked worriedly, "Did I... just say something wrong?"

"Well said." Bo Qiao said, "Don't say it next time."

Bringing a well-behaved child to swear, Bo Qiao inexplicably felt guilty for stepping on the snow.

Song Yuhe nodded, and said "ah" again, and opened the [Star] entry on the search page to show Bo Qiao, his face seemed to have discovered some new world: "Sir, I have seen this Mr. Qiao, he used to be Is it a star?! Where can I see him again?"

Bo Qiao: "..."

The entry that Bo Qiao had avoided for so many days caught his eyes unexpectedly, and he thought numbly that you would see it now.

#乔先生# The name below has the star value released by Xinghe, and the higher the number, the more popular it is.

The movie emperor Sheng Lin's star value was only about one billion when it was the highest, but Bo Qiao took a quick glance and found that #李先生# even faintly surpassed Sheng Lin.

Bo Qiao: "..."

I don't understand what's wrong with those netizens? !

Bo Qiao was so angry that he was half dead, and sat there with a wooden face and didn't say a word.

Song Yuhe could see that he was not interested in this topic, so he could only put down his light brain, and sat back on the seat obediently, without talking to him.

Being interrupted by Song Yuhe, Bo Qiao didn't bother to change hospitals. Half an hour later, the car stopped in the underground garage of Fu'enli Hospital.

After getting out of the car, Song Guanxing was waiting at the entrance of the elevator. When he saw them coming, he raised his hand to say hello.

Bo Qiao didn't want to talk to him, and after parking the car, he took Song Yuhe to the elevator next door.

Song Guanxing gave a "tsk", walked over quickly, and said with a smile, "Heroes save the beauty, Boss."

Bo Qiao kept silent with a cold face, and Song Yuhe, who was obediently following behind, took a step forward, stopped Song Guanxing who was about to move forward, and said, "You..."

Song Yuhe's swearing vocabulary is too poor, he can only say "you get out", but when he was about to blurt out, he remembered that Bao Qiao didn't let him say it, so he changed the word and said, "you get up."

Song Guan was having fun, and looked at him with a smile: "You were the one who scolded me just now, right? Do you know who I am?"

Seeing him approaching him, Song Yuhe took half a step back and said vigilantly, "You are a bad person."

Even the best friends of Song Guanxing couldn't stand this kind of beating, they always scolded him. He has been annoying by teasing cats and dogs all these years, but it was the first time someone called him a "bad guy" so bluntly.

like a child.

Song Guanxing is the kind of person who gets more energetic when other people's emotions fluctuate. He smiled and leaned in front of Song Yuhe: "Then I'm really a bad person, what do you want to do?"

It was probably the first time that Song Yuhe encountered this kind of "criminal" who took the initiative to admit that he was a bad person, and looked at him in surprise.

Song Guanxing was still teasing him with a smile, intending to see how he planned to answer.

Song Yuhe looked him up and down, carefully distinguishing whether this person was really a bad guy or a fool with a brain problem, but he couldn't tell after looking for a long time, so he could only look at Bao Qiao.

Bao Qiao was waiting for the elevator, and when he noticed the sight, he curled his lips coldly, indicating that he was.

Song Yuhe suddenly realized.

No wonder Bo Qiao had a headache when he saw this person.

He got it.

Song Guanxing waited for the good boy to scold him with that immature voice, but the coquettish scolding did not arrive, instead he suddenly felt the world spinning, his back hit a cold and hard object, and a burst of pain rushed out to the mind.

When Song Guanxing came back to his senses, he was already lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment.

That obedient child, Song Yuhe, looked like a vigorous leopard cat, condescendingly pressing down on him, with his knee pressed against his lower abdomen and exerting great force, one hand restraining his hand with great strength, the other was empty. His hand quickly dialed the communication of the Star Police Station.

Song Guanxing: "???"

Bo Qiao: "???"

The two steady adults were confused by this sudden situation.

Until the communication of the Star Police Station was connected, a female voice came, resounding through the entire elevator corridor.

"Hello, this is the Star Police Department. Have you encountered any danger?"

Before Song Yuhe's loose hair could be tied up, it hung on his cheeks to cover half of his face, making that beautiful face appear inexplicably indifferent.

"I met a bad guy, this is Fu Enli... um!"

Bo Qiao finally came to his senses, rushed forward and covered Song Yuhe's mouth, gritted his teeth and took over the communication, and said embarrassingly: "Sorry, the kids at home are messing around."

After finishing speaking, I hung up the communication.

Song Yuhe looked at him puzzled: "Huh?"

Bo Qiao pinched his waist and lifted him up, saving poor Song Guanxing.

Song Guanxing got up from the ground silently pressing his belly.

At this moment, the elevator finally arrived, the door slowly opened, and a ray of light from inside leaked out, shining on the three of them.

None of the three moved, and there was an eerie silence.

There was only the sound of the wind coming from the elevator vents.

Soon, the elevator door closed automatically, and the red light screen on the side showed that the elevator stopped at the -5 floor and did not move.

Song Yuhe didn't know what he did wrong, he looked at this and then at that, couldn't help it for a while, and said softly: "Yes, I'm sorry."

This sound seemed to break a barrier, and both Bo Qiao and Song Guanxing responded at the same time.

A big laugh—referring to Bo Qiao;

A fury - referring to Song Guanxing.

Bo Qiao's family has been a scholarly family for generations, and he has been taught to speak and behave gracefully since he was a child. Even though Bo Qiao's nature is a jumping up and down love to eat melons, his temperament has always been tightly controlled.

This was the first time Bo Qiao laughed so disregarding his image since he was a child.

The laughter floated out in the wandering and empty underground garage, which seemed strangely strange.

And Song Guanxing's nature has always been savage growth. Cats hate dogs and are very annoying, but he clearly knows it, but it seems to have unique evil tastes. Every time he sees others who are so angry that he can't speak, he will There is a strange sense of satisfaction.

——Even Ma Baonan, who is personally shameless, doesn't feel ashamed at all, one can imagine how thick-skinned he is.

This was also the first time in Song Guanxing's life that he was so furious.

Pointing at Song Yuhe, he said angrily, "You... you you you you!"

He was too angry to speak.

Bo Qiao laughed even harder, her hands didn't even hurt anymore.

Song Yuhe didn't know why they were laughing angrily, fiddling with their fingers uneasily.

57 couldn't say a word: "Why...you hit him as soon as you said you wanted to? And you called the police?"

Song Yuhe didn't know how many twists and turns: "Teacher Qin said, if you encounter danger, call the police, and the Star Police will protect me. My husband also called the police before."

57:"……"

Even the always irritable 57 can't stand it, one can imagine how reckless Song Yuhe's behavior is.

Song Guanxing was so angry that he lost his mind, "You you you" for a long time, finally let out a sigh of relief, and said with a livid face: "Child, didn't your parents tell you what is the truth and what is a joke?"

Song Yuhe was still fiddling with his fingers, he was stunned for a long time when he heard this sentence, his eyes suddenly turned red.

Song Guanxing's back hurts, his lower abdomen hurts, and his clasped wrist also hurts. Where did the pampered young master experience this, and his anger soared upwards.

He seemed to want to reprimand him a few more words, but when he caught sight of Song Yuhe's red eyes, his heart skipped a beat for some reason, and he thought to himself, "Oops, I'm going to make him cry."

Song Guanxing started from "No! I have to find something to say to him! No, I'm going to teach him a lesson!", suddenly turned into "What to do, what to do, what to do, what to do, he's going to cry, why is he going to cry? Where did I say something wrong, sorry, sorry."

Song Guanxing's anger, which had just soared to the top, dropped instantly, and he looked at Song Yuhe helplessly.

"I... I, I, I... You..."

Seeing Song Yuhe like this, Bo Qiao didn't bother to laugh anymore. He pressed the elevator parked on this floor, grabbed Song Yuhe and entered, and changed back to the elegant and domineering aura of Kaolin Flower in a second.

He gave Song Guanxing a cold look: "Do you have anything to say? No one will treat you as dumb if you can't speak."

This can almost be regarded as a slap in the face, after all, it was Song Yuhe who made the first move in the beginning.

But Song Guanxing was rarely in the mood to hate others. He set his sights on Song Yuhe, frowned tightly, as if he wanted to apologize but didn't know what he said wrong.

Song Yuhe lowered his head, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, he tightly grabbed the corner of Baoqiao's clothes, not wanting to look at him at all.

Bo Qiao pressed the number of floors expressionlessly, and Song Guanxing hurried in.

As soon as Song Yuhe saw him coming in, he vigilantly hid his whole body behind Bao Qiao, only seeing his hand holding Bao Qiao's sleeve.

Song Guanxing coughed dryly, looking for something to say: "You... how are your hands?"

Bo Qiao said impatiently, "It can't be destroyed."

"Oh."

Song Guanxing responded dryly, and couldn't help looking behind him again.

He thought for a while, but still couldn't hold back, he turned on the optical brain and typed a few lines in the memo for Bo Qiao to read.

[I'm the one who was beaten, right? If I want to be wronged, I'm wronged. Why does he act like I bullied him?Is this reasonable, Boss?What did I say wrong just now? 】

Bo Qiao glanced at him coolly, and expressed "Don't you know everything?"

Song Guanxing typed.

[Is it because I mentioned my parents? 】

He only heard that Song Yuhe came from the countryside, and he didn't know anything else.

Bo Qiao looked at him in surprise.

After all, he and Song Guanxing have known each other for so many years, and this is the first time he has seen him look so cowardly.

Bo Qiao took his optical brain and stamped a few words on it.

【You know him? 】

Song Guanxing shook his head: [I just feel that it's not good to bully other people's children and make them cry]

Bo Qiao sneered, she didn't know that Song had a conscience.

After the two had chatted for a few words, the elevator had already arrived.

Because Song Guanxing had greeted the people in the hospital, there was no need to queue up when he arrived, and he went directly to the medical room for examination.

Song Yuhe also wanted to go in, but only one person could go in for the test, so he had to obediently sit on the chair outside, holding the rose pendant that Bao Qiao gave him with both hands.

Song Guanxing sat opposite him, and there was a corridor between them.

There was still a dull pain in the waist and abdomen, Song Guanxing murmured in his heart: "This child looks very good, why is he so ruthless?"

Moreover, the posture of holding him down is so skillful, it can be seen that he often beats people.

Song Guanxing could vaguely see that this violent and good boy had some brain problems, so he waited for a while, and spoke to him dryly: "Your surname is Song?"

Song Yuhe looked up at him in surprise, "Is this person a fool?" written all over his face.

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing silently swallowed a mouthful of old blood, and said with a dry smile, "Oh, what a coincidence, my surname is also Song, what a coincidence."

Song Yuhe's mind also turned around slowly, and asked in a low voice: "Are you really not a bad person?"

"No!" Song Guanxing was afraid that he would get him down again, and immediately denied, "I am a good person! I don't have a single criminal record in my ID! I will donate money every month!"

Song Yuhe looked at him suspiciously.

Song Guanxing took the opportunity to sit down on the chair next to Song Yuhe, turned on the light brain to show Song Yuhe his dense donation records, and tried his best to prove that he was a good person.

Song Guanxing's optical brain is the latest model, and it is also specially made. Its functions and pages are much cooler than Song Yuhe's old model. ah."

Seeing that Song Guan Xing finally coaxed him well, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The two were very close, and after reading the donation records, Song Guanxing instinctively wanted to talk to him, so he reached out to hook the mechanical rose pendant hanging on Song Yuhe's wrist optical brain, as well as the The bionic man smiled and said, "You carry a bionic man with you? It's pretty nice..."

As soon as the words were finished, Song Yuhe jumped up from the chair and pushed him down again.

Song Guanxing: "???"

why? !

I'm obviously praising you!

How could Song Guanxing have suffered such grievances before, but before he had time to get angry, he felt Song Yuhe's tears falling down and hitting the smooth ground.

Song Guanxing was taken aback.

Song Yuhe's whole body was trembling, he firmly clasped Song Guanxing's hand touching his bionic man, and asked dully while shedding tears, "You...are you going to steal my bionic man?"

Song Guanxing couldn't argue: "I didn't..."

Song Yuhe couldn't listen to what he said, and still refused to let go.

He was afraid that 57 would be stolen by someone again, so he could only restrain this person with force, so that he would not touch his bionic person with these hands.

This is his android, his 57.

At this time, Bo Qiao came out after checking, and raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw the posture of the two of them.

Song Guanxing immediately cast him a look of asking for help.

Bo Qiao acted as if he hadn't seen it, and didn't stop him. He sat slowly on a chair beside him, crossing his long legs, and looked at Song Guanxing who was being pushed down on the ground with a half-smile.

The light came down from the top of the head, and it looked thin and inexplicably sickly and dark.

Bo Qiao said flatly, "Why did you provoke others?"

Song Guanxing gritted his teeth and scolded him: "Your mother."

Bo Qiao finally understood Song Guanxing's evil taste, and it was indeed very pleasant to see a person who was forced to become angry from embarrassment.

Seeing Bo Qiao coming out, Song Yuhe hurriedly said, "Sir, he wants to snatch my bionic man!"

Bo Qiao said "Oh?", and said with a half-smile, "That should be beaten."

Song Yuhe: "That's right."

Song Guanxing: "..."

However, Bo Qiao was not as conscientious as Song Guanxing, and quickly hugged Song Yuhe, who was thumping like a kitten, and rescued this poor and innocent man again.

Song Guanxing was so angry that he was incoherent again: "You...you you you you..."

Bo Qiao ignored him, hugged Song Yuhe and whispered to him, "Don't cry, he won't rush, let the doctor look at your feet first."

He finally realized that Song Yuhe was Song Guanxing's lifelong enemy.

As long as he is there, Song Guanxing, who has suffered thousands of knives, will only suffer, and he will not be so speechless in the future that he will resume the game afterwards.

Bo Qiao's rejection of Song Yuhe's last bit due to his death completely disappeared, and his favorability even increased steadily.

Song Yuhe was very obedient, wiped away his tears, held the bionic man tightly, and obediently followed Bao Qiao into the medical room.

The doctor in the medical room was examining the scanned image of Bo Qiao's elbow, and when he saw Song Yuhe coming in, he said to Bo Qiao, "If you have nothing to do, go out and wait."

Bo Qiao pressed Song Yuhe on the chair, and was about to leave, but Song Yuhe hugged his hand and refused to let him go.

Bo Qiao let out a "tsk", and seemed a little impatient with Song Yuhe's dependence, but he felt a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart, and he explained a few words to the doctor.

Seeing that Song Yuhe was still young, the doctor reluctantly agreed.

Song Yuhe took off his sock, and put his injured left foot on a chair beside him.

The doctor took a look and frowned: "I've been looking at this injury for a long time, don't you want to come to the hospital to have a look?"

Song Yuhe was so cold that his toes were curled up all the time, and his voice was a little weak: "I... there is no hospital there."

Mo Fenfen's medical facilities are limited, not even a medical cabin, and Song Yuhe's place of residence is too far away, even eating is a problem, let alone going to treat his feet.

The doctor looked at him with a frown, and his cold voice obviously became gentle: "This is the radiation of the silver, I suspect that there is still residue in your ankle when the silver splashed in, it can't be cured immediately, it will take a long time treat."

Bo Qiao asked: "Do I need to use a knife to lure Liuyin out?"

The doctor scanned with an instrument, and as expected, found fine silver particles left on the ankle: "Although there is only this point, the silver is still poisonous when ingested, so it is best to take it out as soon as possible."

Bo Qiao stared at the bright red mole that seemed to bleed at any time, and asked Song Yuhe: "Is this mole yours, or was it splashed by silver?"

Song Yuhe looked at it, and said uncertainly: "It's already there? I don't know."

The doctor scanned the mole again: "This may be a small unhealed wound after the silver splashed in. Does it hurt?"

Song Yuhe shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

Doctor: "Then let's see if it's a wound after the treatment is complete."

Bo Qiao was about to ask more details, Song Yuhe pursed his lips and asked, "How long will it take?"

"Probably in the hospital for about a month."

Song Yuhe said without thinking, "I'll die first."

Both Bo Qiao and the doctor looked at him dissatisfied.

"If you are short of money, I can first..." Bo Qiao wanted to say "give", but he didn't want to take this as a charity, so he changed the word, "I will lend it to you first, and then you can return it to me later. "

The doctor also nodded: "Autumn is coming soon. Autumn in Furnli is very short, and it will go directly to winter next month. When the weather is cold, your feet will feel more uncomfortable."

Song Yuhe lowered his head and did not speak.

Seeing that he was young, the doctor coaxed him patiently: "You are also afraid of pain, aren't you? It won't hurt after it's cured."

Song Yuhe said softly, "I still want to participate in the competition."

Bo Qiao was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that it was a mechanical competition.

The first prize in the mechanical competition is a special stabilizer that can repair Song Yuhe's bionic person.

Bo Qiao fell silent, and for a moment didn't know how to persuade him.

Song Yuhe has a very docile temperament, but only when it comes to bionics, he is so stubborn that no amount of persuasion will help.

The doctor had no choice but to prescribe medicine for him to take, and repeatedly told him to come for surgery after the game.

Song Yuhe nodded in agreement.

The two walked out of the medical room. Song Guanxing was sitting on a chair, frowning and rubbing his waist, thinking about whether to go to the medical cabin to lie down.

Seeing Song Yuhe, Song Guanxing had a conditioned reflex, got up from the chair and jumped all the way, pointed to the schoolbag on the chair and looked at him vigilantly: "I didn't even touch your things."

Song Yuhe looked at him inexplicably, there was nothing to move in his schoolbag except books and homework.

Bo Qiao looked at Song Guanxing's cowardly expression of seeing a cat almost enjoying himself, snorted coldly, and shouted in a good mood: "Yuhe, go home."

Song Yuhe picked up his schoolbag and followed him up.

It was the first time that Song Guanxing was so embarrassing at Bo Qiao's place, he stared at the backs of the two without saying a word, and swallowed a mouthful of old blood again.

He was about to go home silently when the optical brain alarm on his wrist rang again.

Song Guanxing, who was still very tired, quickly cheered up, patted his face, and then he smiled and got through the communication with Rose Beauty.

It is already late at night in Nanhuai, and the voice of "Rose Beauty" is vaguely sleepy, as if she just woke up from a dream.

"Shut up." She said in a daze, "I dreamed about Xiaozhi."

Song Guanxing choked.

He walked to the stairs, raised his head slightly against the wall, stared at the snow-white ceiling, and said softly after a while, "What did you dream about him?"

"I dreamed that Xiaozhi said his feet hurt." Her voice seemed to fall asleep at any time, "When will he come back?"

Song Guanxing smiled, and said softly: "Didn't I tell you that Xiaozhi is going to school outside now, won't he be able to go back after a while?"

"Huh? Did you say that? Mom doesn't remember."

"Say it."

"Oh, okay, then I'll wait a little longer and make rose cake for Xiao Zhi when he comes back."

Song Guanxing said, "Okay."

The two said a few words and hung up the communication.

There was a dead silence in his ears, and Song Guanxing stood blankly at the narrow staircase for a long time, then slowly squatted down against the wall.

***

Bo Qiao's hand had to come to Fuenli two or three times before it could be completely cured. He got in the car, set up the automatic navigation for home, and took the initiative to talk to Song Yuhe.

"After the game is over, come for surgery."

Song Yuhe nodded, he was also afraid of pain and cold, and if there was a cure, he would definitely not delay it for too long.

Only then did Bo Qiao remember to ask, "Do you still remember how you were splashed by the flowing silver?"

"It seems that I fell from a very high place." Song Yuhe thought for a while, "57 caught me and hugged me, the flowing silver around me exploded and splashed onto my ankles."

Bo Qiao frowned: "A very high place?"

It is suspected to be 57 of his bionic person back then.

Flow silver explosion.

high place.

Mofenfen's wormhole.

Bo Qiao vaguely felt that he knew something extraordinary, but it didn't make any sense when they were connected together.

Back then, the airship he was on was hijacked by a terminally ill patient retaliating against society, and a child was blown into pieces along with the cabin containing the bionics and scattered in space.

At that time, he watched the cabin explode. In such a violent explosion, even the bionics could not survive.

Not to mention a child of seven or eight years old.

The child's identity was an unsolved mystery back then, and it seemed that someone blocked it. It may take some time to find out now.

Bo Qiao stared at Song Yuhe's face thoughtfully, as if trying to get something out of his face.

He turned on the optical brain and sent a message to the special assistant.

[Bo Sanqiao: Look up what happened to NF65484A ten years ago, and see if you can find out the information about the child who died at that time. 】

The special assistant quickly replied [OK].

Song Yuhe looked at Baoqiao's right elbow wrapped in gauze, said "ah", and said in a low voice, "Sir, thank you for saving me today."

Bo Qiao turned off the optical brain: "It's okay."

If Liuyin exploded directly towards Song Yuhe's face, he might lose his life.

Song Yuhe felt embarrassed, and when he got home, he hurriedly brought him shoes, pulled chairs, cleaned the table, and did all the trivial things. He patted his chest and assured him: "If you have anything to do, just ask, I will do everything." Do."

Seeing that he looked guilty and wanted to make up, Bo Qiao nodded, planning to find something for him to do: "Can you cook?"

Song Yuhe thought for a while: "If there is a recipe, I should know it."

Bo Qiao asked him to make a simple supper.

Half an hour later, Song Yuhe asked expectantly, "How is it?"

Bo Qiao said lightly while eating the noodles with egg shells: "It's well done, let's order takeaway next time."

Song Yuhe: "..."

Song Yuhe immediately withered.

Bo Qiao gave a dry cough and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him: "It's okay, although you are not good at cooking, you are good at..."

... good at dealing with Song Guanxing.

For this one bright spot, Bo Qiao wished to bring him with him every day, and hang out in front of Song Guanxing every day.

Song Yuhe looked at him blankly.

It's hard for Bo Qiao to say that he only uses people as "secret weapons" against Song Guanxing, like a wolf with a big tail, he said inscrutably: "Recently, if you have time, I'll be here whenever I call you."

Song Yuhe hurriedly assured: "Okay, I will definitely be there whenever I am called."

Bo Qiao was satisfied and happy, and felt that life was bright.

The two of them tossed and tossed until now, it was past 0 o'clock, and after washing up tiredly, they went back to their respective rooms to sleep.

Song Yuhe's hair-tying wire disappeared, and he was looking for something to tie his hair with loose hair. At this moment, the optical computer on the table suddenly sent a message.

Song Yuhe didn't know that there was a message function, and it took him a long time to find out that it was a message from an unfamiliar ID.

[Mirror: Good boy, I'm Lu Jing, I just asked Teacher Qin for your ID number.Are you better now?have you slept? 】

Song Yuhe typed very slowly, poking slowly with his two fingers.

[ID549141: I'm fine and haven't slept yet, what's wrong]

Lu Jing replied quickly.

[Mirror: I just want to ask a very offensive question. 】

[ID549141: What?]

[Mirror: Your left foot...well, cough, do you have a mole on your left ankle...? 】