Blame him for being too pretty

[System prompt: Your message has been sent for more than 2 minutes and cannot be withdrawn. 】

Bo Qiao took a deep breath and pressed the optical brain, and took the colored paper with a blank expression.

Song Yuhe still expected him to praise himself.

Bo Qiao's voice squeezed out a word of praise from between his teeth: "There are so many words...others only have two, and you asked for four lines."

Song Yuhe didn't understand this, and thought it would be better to have more words: "I'll give you more next time!"

Bo Qiao: "..."

"No need." Bo Qiao gritted his steel teeth and said reluctantly, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard."

Song Yuhe was depressed for a day, but finally he was happy.

Bo Qiao was depressed.

As a domineering president, Bo Qiao has a good cooking skill that doesn't fit his status, even Song Yuhe, who doesn't care much about food, is so fragrant that he looks in through the kitchen door.

"Sir." Song Yuhe whispered, "Do you need my help?"

Bo Qiao replied to the message from the principal of Furnley University while cooking the noodles, and casually said, "You help me..."

Before he could finish speaking, the doorbell rang outside.

Bo Qiao: "First open the door for me to see who it is."

Song Yuhe let out an "ah", and ran over to open the door while pulling on his slippers.

Soon, he said, "Sir, it's a courier."

"Let's sign for it."

Song Yuhe signed for it, and walked to the door of the kitchen with a box in his arms: "Where do you want to put this?"

Bo Qiao bought some things that Song Yuhe lacked a few days ago, and he thought they had arrived, so he didn't think much about it: "The things for you, just take them apart."

Song Yuhe liked the novelty of unpacking the courier, so he happily went to unpack the courier with a knife.

Bo Qiao had already made an agreement with the principal of Furnley University about funding the mechanical competition, and of course they agreed.

Because Bo Qiao can't smell the silvery smell of bionic people, he has never cooperated with bionic machines. This is the first time in history, how dare the principal push him out.

Although bionic machinery and Pucun's pharmaceutical company have never had any intersection or conflict, after all, Bo Qiao's status is there. Even if he goes to fund an entertainment company that has nothing to do with pharmaceuticals, everyone will praise "Boss Boss is really discerning. Know how to invest."

During a meal, Mr. Bo discussed the sponsorship in the kitchen.

In the end, Bo Qiao got straight to the point.

[Bo Sanqiao: The sponsor can recommend a place to participate in the mechanical competition, right? 】

The other party replied quickly: [Yes, but you must be a student of bionic machinery. 】

[Bo Sanqiao: It's a student of your school. 】

There was silence for a long time, probably shocked that Bo Sanqiao would automatically recommend students from Furnley University to participate in the competition when he had nothing to do - after all, the host of this competition is their school.

The principal reminded him tactfully: [If he is a student of our school, we will definitely let him participate if he has the strength to participate in the competition. There is no need to waste your special quota. 】

Bo Qiao could see what the principal meant, which was to remind him vaguely that it would be useless for students with little ability to use their places.

[Bo Sanqiao: He has this ability. 】

The principal was silent for a while, and then tentatively asked: 【Which student can win Boss's favor? 】

[Bo Sanqiao: Song Yuhe. 】

After sending this message, he took the pasta out of the living room.

Just as he was about to call Song Yuhe over to eat noodles, Bo Qiao glanced over and saw him holding a crystal clear trophy in his hand, looking around curiously.

On the trophy was written "Xinghe's 39th Hot Entry #李先生#".

Bo Qiao: "..."

Is the message more than 2 minutes old, can it be withdrawn?

Seeing him coming out, Song Yuhe asked him to explain his doubts: "Sir, is this for me?"

Bo Qiao tried his best to maintain his composure, and didn't let the noodles in his hand fall to the ground. He put the noodles on the table with a sinking face, strode up to Song Yuhe, and snatched the trophy away.

"It's okay, this is... mine." When she said this, Bo Qiao gritted her teeth so hard that she wished she could directly use it on Song Guanxing, and bite him to death with a thousand knives.

"Oh." Song Yuhe was still very puzzled, "But the #乔先生# on it..."

"You must have read it wrong." Bo Qiao pretended to be calm, and argued for himself, "Then it says #白賤先生#."

Song Yuhe frowned and thought for a while, probably because Bo Qiao's expression was too serious, he suddenly felt that he had really misread, so he nodded in bewilderment: "Then I was wrong."

Bo Qiao breathed a sigh of relief quietly, walked quickly back to the room, and turned the mattress directly, revealing a hidden compartment underneath.

——Bo Qiao brought this bed with him when he moved here. He had originally scoffed at this tasteless hidden compartment, but he didn't expect to use it now.

Putting the mattress back, Bo Qiao stared silently at the messy bed for a long time before walking out rubbing his brows.

Song Yuhe was already sitting at the dining table and kneading the fork. His stomach was growling with hunger, so he didn't eat first, but patiently waited for Bo Qiao to come back.

Bo Qiao choked in his throat with a sense of aggrieved breath, unable to go up or down.

He reluctantly walked to the dining table and sat down, saying, "Let's eat first."

Song Yuhe nodded while holding the fork, but he still waited for Bo Qiao to eat first before obediently eating the noodles.

Bo Qiao didn't pay much attention to him when he was eating a few times before, but this time he took a closer look and found that Song Yuhe's table manners didn't look like he came from the countryside at all. , Etiquette and tutoring are immersed in the bones.

In the three galaxies of Fuenli Nanhuai Star and the Ninth Line, those with a good family background and the surname Song are very rare.

Bo Qiao ate a few mouthfuls and asked him, "How do you know your surname is Song?"

Song Yuhe quietly ate the pasta full of meat sauce. He tilted his head and thought for a while: "At that time, I remembered that my surname was Song, and I don't know anything else."

Bo Qiao asked again: "Do you have an older brother?"

Song Yuhe: "It seems so, I'm going to find my brother."

Bo Qiao frowned and thought for a long time, but he didn't expect that there was a family with the surname Song and two brothers in these three galaxies.

He lowered his head and took a few mouthfuls absently.

With these vague conditions, Bo Qiao's first reaction was Song Guanxing.

The surname is Song, and the family background is well-cultivated. Song Guanxing is still two brothers.

However, the most important point is that Song Liuzhi did not lose it.

I heard that he seems to be attending university in Fuenli now, but no one knows the specific university.

Bo Qiao had no choice but to give up his thoughts. Seeing that Song Yuhe seemed to be having a headache again, he hurriedly changed the subject: "What kind of bionics do you want to be themed for in the Mechanical Contest?"

The themes of bionics produced by everyone in the Mechanical Competition are different, and the emphasis is on novelty and specialness.

When it came to the "mechanical competition", Song Yuhe was stupefied again. Even though the warm lamp above his head was pouring down, he looked at the small black clouds on his head, and it was raining sporadically.

"Lu Jing said I can't participate in the competition."

Bo Qiao looked down at the news on the optical brain.

Principal: [Okay, here we will arrange your funding quota for Xiao Song. 】

Satisfied, he turned off the optical brain, and pretended to be reserved: "It's okay, you can participate."

A question mark appeared in Song Yuhe's head.

Lu Jing said: He cannot participate.

Bo Qiao said: He can participate.

Song Yuhe didn't ask why at all, and weighed Lu Jing and Bo Qiao on his own balance in a flash.

——Bo Qiao defeated Lu Jing with overwhelming force.

"Okay." Song Yuhe said happily, "Then I'll go to participate, and I'm going to be a very, very powerful bionic, as powerful as 57."

Bo Qiao: "..."

He was still waiting for Song Yuhe to ask "Why can I participate", and then Bo Qiao took advantage of the situation and said that he sponsored the competition and got him a special spot by the way, this kid must be crazy happy.

But I didn't expect that Song Yuhe didn't play cards according to common sense at all, and just nodded to put an end to this topic.

Bo Qiao rubbed her heart silently, so as not to choke to death with the breath that could not come and go.

The two began to eat in silence again.

At the end of the meal, Bao Qiao, who was scratching his lungs, still couldn't hold back, and asked him, "Why don't you ask why you can participate in the competition?"

Song Yuhe was carrying the dishes and was about to go into the kitchen to wash the dishes, and looked at him suspiciously: "Didn't the sir say that he could participate?"

Bo Qiao was taken aback.

Song Yuhe said earnestly: "I believe everything the master says."

After speaking, I went into the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Sitting at the dining table, Bo Qiao thought about Song Yuhe's unconditional trust in him for a long time, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt a headache.

Thinking about it carefully, he and Song Yuhe haven't known each other for long, and he didn't do anything to make the child trust him regardless.

Could it be because she bought him roses and took him in under the covetousness of her wretched roommate?

Bo Qiao sighed silently.

It's so easy to believe in people's nature, if you meet a bad person, you will definitely be deceived and dizzy.

Bo Qiao even began to wonder if Song Yuhe was abducted when he was a child.

Otherwise, such a well-behaved child, which family would cruelly throw him away.

Song Yuhe washed the dishes while humming an out-of-tune song, and when he came out of the kitchen, Bao Qiao had already gone to the study to deal with work.

He didn't dare to trouble Bo Qiao, so he went back to the room quietly.

"57." Song Yuhe lay happily on the soft bed, looking at the reflection of the branches on the ceiling, "He is so kind to me."

57 said vigilantly: "Be careful, that kind of old man will use sweet words to deceive people, maybe he has some dirty thoughts about you, otherwise why would you bring you to live in his house?"

Song Yuhe: "Huh?"

57 urged him: "Go and lock the door, go quickly."

Song Yuhe turned over reluctantly, and muttered softly, "He's not a bad person."

57: "What if he is?"

Song Yuhe: "What if he is not?"

57:"……"

57 said quietly: "My son has grown up, and he doesn't listen to me anymore."

Song Yuhe muttered: "He is really a good person, and he even bought me roses. That Song Guanxing... is good or bad, he not only touches my roses, but also wants to steal bionics. You didn't even call him a bad person."

57 said angrily, "Did he abduct you to his own home?"

Song Yuhe didn't want to say anything.

57: "Speak, don't pretend to be a quail. He also said that you can participate in the mechanical competition, and you have been personally punished by the director of the research institute. How can you still participate? What supernatural powers does he have? You are stupid, just forget it .”

Song Yuhe groaned and held his head, not listening at all.

57: "If he really has any plans for you, I don't care about you!"

Song Yuhe pretended to be asleep, "Hoo hoo hoo".

57:"……"

57 was too angry to speak.

Song Yuhe was still stubborn, thinking that if Bo Qiao said he could participate, he could.

I got up early the next morning and received a repair order, and like a spinning top, I ran over to repair things to earn money for participating in a mechanical competition.

The weather was still hot, and Song Yuhe's toolbox had added a lot of things, and he was carrying a little heavy. When he arrived at the place on the list, he was already drenched in sweat.

He wiped his sweat, looked up and found that this place seemed to be a playground for filming, surrounded by a group of people in a large circle in the middle, and everyone was extremely busy.

A barrier line was drawn outside the playground. When Song Yuhe walked over, a man in security clothes stopped him: "Students can't just go in and play."

Song Yuhe showed the certificate from the research institute: "I'm here to fix things."

Seeing this, the security guard hurriedly took him there, and sighed on the way: "It's a hot day, the holographic camera for shooting suddenly broke down, and the director is angry. The little classmate looks so young, so he can repair such complicated machinery?"

Song Yuhe said, "Yes."

The security guard sighed and said, "It's amazing."

Song Yuhe wasn't shy either, and said, "Yes, I'm amazing."

security guard:"……"

This kid is quite confident.

The security guy took him to the filming location. The director was wearing a hat with an irritable face, swearing a few words impatiently from time to time.

"Has the person who repaired the machine arrived yet?!"

"Drawling is so annoying."

"I have no professionalism at all. How long have I been applying for repairs?"

The staff on the side murmured in their hearts: "It's only half an hour since I reported for repairs, so it won't arrive so soon."

At this moment, the little security guard came over with Song Yuhe, raised his hand and said, "Director, the people from the research institute have arrived."

The director was very irritable, and immediately looked over with a murderous look, probably intending to curse someone.

But as soon as his eyes fell on Song Yuhe who was carrying the toolbox, his ferocious expression immediately froze.

The people next to him looked at the director suspiciously, thinking that he was planning to curse the [-]th generation of his ancestors, but he didn't expect him to get up and rush to the machine repairer, and patted his face without saying a word.

Song Yuhe was still looking at which machine he wanted to repair, but he didn't expect a crazy person to rush in front of him and touch his face.

He immediately got goosebumps all over his body and stepped back desperately.

57: "Wretched! Nasty! Fuck him!"

Song Yuhe "fucked" him without saying a word.

In the next second, everyone watched helplessly as the director, who was well-known in the entertainment industry, was thrown to the ground by a child with a "bang".

Everyone: "..."

There was a dead silence around, only the sound of the machine malfunctioning.

While everyone was staring at each other, the film emperor Sheng Lin, who was sitting under the parasol drinking an iced drink, took off his sunglasses and let out a "puchi" laugh without showing any face.

Everyone looked at him silently.

The others were not as high-ranking as Sheng Lin, and they were all holding back their laughter at the rare embarrassment of the director.

But the director, who always cares about face, didn't feel ashamed. Instead, he sat up and asked Song Yuhe anxiously: "Child, are you a star?"

Song Yuhe stepped back and looked at him with fear, probably thinking that this person seemed to have a problem with his mind.

"I'm here to fix things."

The director said: "I don't want to fix it—are you a star?"

"Then cancel the list."

Song Yuhe wasn't angry either, even if the order was withdrawn, he still had money to take it, so he kindly gave the director the Guangnao's order and asked him to sign the cancellation.

The director is the ultimate Yangou, with Song Yuhe's face all over his eyes, and his mouth is like a machine gun: "I just need a male supporting role for this movie, femme fatale, do you want to give it a try? Guaranteed you This drama became popular in three galaxies!"

Song Yuhe couldn't understand what he was saying, and urged him: "Please cancel the order."

director:"……"

Everyone else was stunned by the incongruous conversation, but Sheng Lin, the actor with a calm demeanor, finally had enough of the show, walked forward lazily, and said: "We are still repairing, and the broken machine is here. There."

He pointed in a direction.

Song Yuhe let out an "oh" and walked over carrying the toolbox.

The director's eyes were bright and he wanted to rush up to see his "femme fatale", but Sheng Lin raised his hand to stop him.

"He's not interested in being a star, so don't bother him."

"But his face..."

Speaking of this, the director suddenly took a breath, and finally recovered from the crazy state of fever.

He finally understood why that face was so familiar. It turned out that that person was the genius Song Wuqi who had been rumored a while ago.

He is so outstanding in the field of bionic machinery, sooner or later he will become famous because of bionic machinery, there is no need to be a star at all.

Thinking of this, the director couldn't help but reluctantly gave up "Female Beauty".

The "femme fatale" was earnestly repairing things, Sheng Lin walked up to him with an iced drink in his hands, saw that his forehead was covered with sweat, and asked someone to bring over a glass of iced water.

Song Yuhe took it over, thanked him, sighed, and was shocked by the ice that closed his eyes tightly.

Sheng Lin smiled.

Some time ago, his coming out was revealed by someone, and he wanted to take this opportunity to come out directly, so as not to cover up and make his lover unhappy.

But the bastard boss of Song Guanxing insisted on suppressing this matter for the promotion of the next movie, and bought a bunch of trending searches of #乔先生# to forcibly suppress the matter of coming out.

Although it perfectly solved the black material generated during the coming out incident, Sheng Lin still inevitably became "killing" towards the bastard boss.

Seeing that the arrogant Song Guanxing was finally cured yesterday, Sheng Lin paid extra attention to Song Yuhe.

"Don't you have a lot of research on bionic machines?" Sheng Lin has also watched the video of "Heart", and he knows how amazing it is to be able to repair the Liuyin stabilizer. "Why do you want to repair this kind of machine?"

Shouldn't the research institute cultivate talents like this kind of genius?

Song Yuhe put the ice water aside, continued to repair things, and replied casually: "Make money."

Sheng Lin raised his eyebrows: "Are you short of money?"

"Uh-huh."

"Didn't the research institute give you a separate research room?" Sheng Lin asked.

Song Yuhe thought for a while: "It's worth it, but I don't like to stay there for too long, so I came out to fix things."

Sheng Lin: "..."

Sheng Lin couldn't explain it and asked again: "Then your school didn't apply for you... a patent for Liuyin stabilizer repair or something?"

Song Yuhe: "I don't know, my teacher asked me to write a paper on how to fix the stabilizer, but I don't know how to fix it, so I can't write it."

Sheng Lin: "..."

Sheng Lin finally figured out that this child probably has a very serious genius disease, he only knows about bionic machines, and knows nothing about other things.

It's like some geniuses can get the answer at a glance when they see the question, but they can't write the process at all.

Sheng Lin had no choice but to stop asking.

Song Yuhe quickly repaired the things, thought about it before leaving, took out a notebook and handed it to Sheng Lin: "Can you sign me again?"

Sheng Lin: "?"

Sheng Lin was a little annoyed with Song Guanxing's reason for writing the to signature before, and he should have refused now, but he nodded in agreement when he met Song Yuhe's eyes that looked like glass beads.

Song Yuhe rolled his eyes, and discussed with him: "Then can you sign a little more and a little longer this time?"

He brought back four lines of characters yesterday. Although Bo Qiao spoke very well, his facial expression was very stiff. Song Yuhe used his poor eyesight to distinguish carefully for a long time, and came up with a "maybe there are too few words, sir." do not like" conclusion.

It just so happened that I met Sheng Lin again today, so he took advantage of the opportunity and asked for another autograph.

Guaranteed to satisfy Mr.

Sheng Lin said, "Did you go back to watch my movie yesterday?"

"No."

"The song?"

"I don't listen to music."

Sheng Lin: "..."

Sheng Lin's temper was also good enough, so he didn't get angry like that, and signed him a To sign again, and the words of blessing filled a page.

Song Yuhe thanked him again and again.

Sheng Lin thought for a while and said, "How about we add a communication number?"

He always felt that if Song Guanxing did something wrong again, at least this kid would help him vent his anger—it would be best if he could beat that bastard again.

Song Yuhe hadn't added a communication number with anyone yet, so he asked doubtfully, "How do I add this?"

Sheng Lin taught him step by step and added his communication number.

Song Yuhe just left.

Song Yuhe was dizzy with the money for participating in the mechanical competition. Normally, he only had to accept three repair orders a day, which was already the limit, but he ran around and received more than a dozen orders at most.

After the last order was repaired in the evening, Song Yuhe returned home feeling dizzy with his schoolbag on his back.

The light in the living room was on, and Bao Qiao had already returned.

After Song Yuhe changed his shoes, he was about to put down his things when he saw Bo Qiao lying on the sofa with his coat on.

Song Yuhe stepped forward suspiciously: "Sir?"

Bo Qiao's slender legs were resting on the armrest of the sofa, and he seemed to be sleeping with the back of his hands covering his eyes. When he heard the voice, he said "Huh?" in a daze, with a hoarse voice.

Song Yuhe felt a little strange, stepped forward to have a look, and found that Bo Qiao's body was burning hot, his face was pale, he was sick.

Song Yuhe knew how hard it was to be sick, so he was taken aback, and hurriedly called him: "Sir? Take medicine, sir!"

Bo Qiao was exhausted all over, moved the back of his hand away, glanced at him with slack eyes, it took him a long time to react, and said vaguely: "Song Yuhe..."

"Medicine, take medicine!"

Bo Qiao closed his eyes again, and muttered, "I've eaten, just sleep on it."

He was in a coma, and his speech lost his usual indifference and coldness.

"Oh oh oh!" Song Yuhe finally felt relieved, he helped Bao Qiao up, "I'll help you to sleep on the bed."

Bo Qiao's legs were weakening, and he followed Song Yuhe's posture and stood up. His whole body was pressed on Song Yuhe's shoulders, almost crushing the little Song Yuhe to the ground.

Fortunately, Song Yuhe was so strong that he almost carried Bo Qiao back to the room.

As soon as Bao Qiao returned to the familiar bed, he kicked off his shoes skillfully, and crawled sleepily under the quilt.

Song Yuhe drew the curtains and covered him with a quilt.

Bo Qiao was lying on the soft pillow, her cold and stern eyebrows were no longer indifferent, and she was so handsome that people looked sideways.

Song Yuhe looked at him for a while, as if he remembered something, got up and went back to the living room, tore off Shenglin's signature paper from the book, and put it on the table in Bo Qiao's room.

"Sir." Song Yuhe whispered, "I'll put down Sheng Lin's signature."

He originally thought that Bo Qiao had fallen into a deep sleep or was in a coma, but he didn't expect that when the word "Sheng Lin" came out, Bo Qiao, who was so tired that he couldn't even stand up, suddenly sat up from the bed.

Song Yuhe was taken aback, and said cautiously: "Sir?"

Bo Qiao's eyes were distracted, staring straight at Song Yuhe's direction, and it took him a long time to spit out two words in a daze.

"Is there a melon?"