Blame him for being too pretty

Song Guanxing turned on his light brain at the speed of light to send a message to Song Yuhe.

【Song Guanxing: I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong!I'm not trying to fix you by default, I'm just joking to make you happy. 】

Fortunately, Song Yuhe hasn't figured out how to use the blocking function, so the message can still be sent out for the time being.

Song Guanxing didn't wait for an answer, and timidly sent another one.

【Song Guanxing: Are you happy? 】

This Song Yuhe replied.

[If you do this again, I will call the police: What do you think? 】

Song Guanxing didn't dare to say any more.

Bo Qiao knocked on the table impatiently: "Can you hurry up?"

If it wasn't for Song Yuhe, it would be impossible for him to sit at the same table with people like Song Guanxing in his life.

Song Guanxing said "Oh" twice, and reluctantly crossed out Song Yuhe's dialog box, opened another communication number, and started to broadcast the holographic video.

Bo Qiao was extremely irritable, and said coldly: "It's just a psychiatrist, there are plenty in Fuenli, why do you need to find it from Nanhuai Star?"

Normally, Song Guanxing would have stabbed Bo Qiao in the heart with a big knife, making him suspicious of his life, but he was pierced by the boomerang several times, and he didn't dare to provoke Bo Qiao again, so he swallowed his anger and said nothing.

The two are in a spacious private room, suitable for a holographic video.

Soon, the communication is connected.

At this time, Bo Qiao realized why Song Guanxing had to ask for a psychiatrist from Nanhuai Star.

The person on the other side of the communication has an elegant demeanor, with a gentle smile like a spring breeze on the corner of his lips, which makes people can't help but let go of their guards.

Before Bo Qiao recognized who this person was, he heard Song Guanxing say softly, "Dad."

Bo Qiao: "..."

dad?

Song Yan smiled softly, and said, "This is Mr. Bo, and Guan Xing has often heard about you."

Bo Qiao put away her arrogant arrogance immediately, put down her crossed legs, and sat upright: "Hello."

"you are welcome."

Song Yan looks very young, with a gentle and elegant temperament that has been accumulated for many years.

Taking a closer look, Song Yuhe doesn't look much like him, on the contrary, Song Guanxing followed him a little bit, but it's just that Song Guanxing's refined and easy-going appearance is simply reckless.

"I'm on the flying boat going to Fu'enli now, and I will probably arrive the day after tomorrow." Song Yan Wensheng and Song Guanxing said.

Song Guanxing was still looking at Guangnao with a sad face, waiting for Song Yuhe's reply, he frowned and nodded.

Song Yan knew his son's bad temper, so he didn't say much to him, and asked Bo Qiao gently about Song Yuhe's situation.

Bo Qiao answered his questions one by one.

When the Song family in Fuenli was mentioned, everyone's first reaction was Song Guanxing who carried the entire Song family at a young age. Few people had heard of Song Yan's name.

After all, the Song family started with bionics. Seeing Song Yan's professional psychiatrist posture, Bo Qiao couldn't hold back, and asked softly, "You seem to be very proficient in psychology?"

Song Yan smiled warmly: "Xiang Jiu's family has a genetic history of mental illness. Ten years ago... I have been studying psychology since she became ill, and now I can barely understand it."

Bo Qiao thought to himself that he asked the wrong question.

For a hated rival like Song Guanxing, Bo Qiao didn't have that bad taste in using this incident as a weapon to attack him, let alone someone like Song Yan who was like spring wind turning into rain.

Bo Qiao said, "Sorry."

Song Yan smiled and said, "It's okay."

While the two were talking, Song Yuhe, who had been "harassing" Song Guanxing, couldn't hold back and sent him a message.

[If you do this again, I will call the police:. 】

Meaning, fuck off.

Song Guanxing burst into ecstasy, his face was full of "he returned to me, he returned to me, I will die without regret".

Bo Qiao couldn't see it.

Song Yan put away the recorded situation, and after being polite with Bo Qiao, he hung up the communication.

Once the elders were gone, Bo Qiao raised his legs again, sneering: "Are you really your own?"

So how could such an elegant and graceful person give birth to such an inhuman thing as Song Guanxing?

Song Guanxing was still immersed in the joy of Song Yuhe's reply to him, and he didn't have the same knowledge as Bo Qiao.

Bo Qiao didn't bother to eat with him, so she looked at the time: "I'm leaving first."

After he finished speaking, he got up without hesitation and was about to leave.

Song Guanxing was still replying to his younger brother, without looking up, he said absently: "Thank you, I will call you for the appearance fee later."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao kindly fed the dog, and left quickly angrily, making up his mind to ignore Song Guanxing's crap.

Song Guanxing was used to running on Bo Qiao, and immediately regretted it after saying this casually, and was about to make up a few words, but Bo Qiao had already left only a shadow of his back.

Song Guanxing: "..."

Oh wow.

It’s over.

He originally wanted Bo Qiao to tell Song Yuhe to receive psychological treatment.

Song Guanxing unconsciously threw another boomerang.

***

In Boqiao's villa, Lu Jing looked at Song Guanxing's pre-determined first prize to Song Yuhe, and remembered that Song Guanxing asked him to copy "fair and just", and immediately fell down on the sofa laughing.

Song Yuhe sat on the carpet, very angry: "It's too much! This...how can this block him?"

Lu Jing was too frightened to laugh anymore, met Song Yuhe's eyes for help, and said against his will, "I...I don't know either."

Seeing that Lu Jing couldn't count on him, Song Yuhe could only frown and look for Bao Qiao.

Bo Qiao quickly returned to him.

[Bo Sanqiao: Be good. 】

Then there was no news.

Song Yuhe tasted it carefully, and felt that this was the meaning of the husband not to let him blacken Song Guanxing, so he pinched his nose and reluctantly stopped the claws of "blackening".

But within an hour, Bo Qiao sent another message.

[Bo Sanqiao: The specific process of blacklisting is like this, [picture] [picture], will it work? 】

Song Yuhe looked at it seriously, and replied: [Yes! 】

Lu Jing watched with trepidation, fearing that Song Yuhe would go black Song Guanxing after he learned it.

Fortunately, Song Yuhe didn't understand Bo Sanqiao's sinister intentions, so after the meeting, he happily shared with Bo Qiao the meal he ate today, and said that the small octopus sausage was delicious, and he wanted to eat it next time.

Only then did Lu Jing feel relieved.

At this time, Song Guanxing sent him a message.

[Brother: Take some pictures of Xiaozhi for me. 】

Lu Jing now has PTSD for taking pictures, and when he saw the news, his face was horrified, and he replied in pain: [Brother, please forgive me, last time I wanted to secretly take pictures of Xiaozhi's ankles, but Mr. Bo found out, he almost took me for a pervert Twist to the Star Police Station.Now I'm still at his house, so I don't dare to take photos carelessly anymore. 】

【Brother: What about your future? !What are you afraid of him doing? ! 】

[Mirror: I dare not, he is so scary. 】

Song Guanxing: "..."

No prospects.

Lu Jing is just worthless.

After a while, Song Yuhe probably was really too weak, curled up on the carpet and fell asleep after playing, his face was pale and sick from not seeing the sun all year round.

The constant temperature is turned on in the villa, and the carpet is thick, so it won't freeze him.

Lu Jing sat beside him, staring at that face non-stop.

He looked at it, and a bold idea suddenly flashed in his mind.

Looking around, there was no one, and there was no surveillance system installed in the villa. Lu Jing became more and more courageous, and quietly turned on the video recording system of the optical brain, and slowly faced Song Yuhe's face, intending to take a picture. Zhang saturates his poor brother's hunger.

It's just that before his hand clicked the video button, the door suddenly opened.

Bo Qiao walked in with a sullen face, and stared at Lu Jing who was about to make a video.

Lu Jing: "..."

Lu Jing was so frightened that he immediately hid Guangnao behind his back, his little face was pale, full of guilty conscience.

Bo Qiao looked at him coldly.

Lu Jing was about to cry, and raised his hand to prove his innocence: "I... I haven't taken any photos yet."

The sound of his talking woke up Song Yuhe who was in a light sleep, he turned over on the carpet in a daze, and when he saw Bao Qiao coming back, he showed a dazed smile.

"Sir is back."

"Yeah." Bo Qiao didn't have the same knowledge as Lu Jing, and said, "I brought you a small cake."

Song Yuhe let out a "Wow", propped up his body limply, because he just woke up with a nasal sound, trying to sit upright, with his hands on the small coffee table, like a primary school student waiting for candies.

Bo Qiao stepped forward to take apart the small cake, and Song Yuhe took the spoon and ate it obediently and peacefully.

Lu Jing watched with horror, wondering if this domineering president raised his younger brother as his son, this relationship is not right.

But he finally knew why Song Yuhe was so dependent on Bo Qiao.

Dare to love is to rely on father.

Lu Jing sent a message to his brother.

[Mirror: Brother, don't worry, Mr. Bo doesn't care much about Xiao Zhi, he is purely because of his father's love for his son. 】

Song Guanxing was expressionless: 【Thank you, my dad will be there the day after tomorrow. 】

Lu Jing: "..."

Lu Jing withdrew his words in a desperate manner.

Bo Qiao took off his coat and put it on the sofa, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and looked at Lu Jing with a smirk: "It's getting late, do you want to stay here for the night?"

Lu Jing shook his head like a rattle, seeing Bo Qiao's posture of destroying the corpse, he quickly got up and said goodbye.

For some reason, he was very afraid of this man with a cold face.

As soon as Lu Jing left, Bo Qiao's expression finally eased a lot.

He sat on the sofa, looked down at Song Yuhe who was eating the sweet cake, and couldn't help but patted his head from behind.

Song Yuhe still had the spoon in his mouth, turned around to look at him in doubt, and hummed "Huh?"

Bo Qiao liked the feel of Song Yuhe's fluffy hair very much, and continued to caress casually, asking him, "Do you want to go find your relatives?"

Song Yuhe swallowed the cake and said obediently, "No."

Bo Qiao: "Why?"

A trace of bewilderment appeared on Song Yuhe's face.

He is used to being lonely in this world, and he has long been used to living with a cold bionic person, and he is ready to return to Mofenfen to fend for himself after getting the Liuyin stabilizer.

He didn't remember his relatives or anything, so even if he wanted to find them, he couldn't start.

Song Yuhe thought for a long time before saying, "I'm afraid."

Bo Qiao said softly, "What are you afraid of?"

"I don't know." Song Yuhe said truthfully, "I'm just afraid."

Relatives have always been elusive to him.

Family affection is so precious, even more precious than hugs.

He has no idea what his relatives are like, and even his memories are just fragments of his dream, which can't be connected together at all.

He doesn't have any memory, even if he is recognized by others, he will always wonder if he is a liar who stole other people's identities.

So he is afraid.

Bo Qiao exhaled lightly, thinking that Song Guanxing had a showdown with Song Yuhe before he came up, otherwise he might be more repulsive.

After Song Yuhe finished eating the small cake, his sanity became even more confused. He instinctively climbed onto the sofa, curled himself up into a small ball like a cat, buried his head in Bo Qiao's coat, and smelled the faint scent of mint , more sleepy.

Bo Qiao raised his eyebrows slightly.

He had long wanted to correct Song Yuhe's habit of always sitting or lying on the ground, but no matter how he corrected it, Song Yuhe's first reaction was to feel comfortable sitting on the ground.

This was the first time he had climbed onto the sofa and lay down.

Seeing that Song Yuhe kept digging into the coat, after such a long time, the coat was completely covered on his head, and he was so comfortable that he groaned. Bo Qiao thought he liked the smell of mint, so he put Song Yuhe's clothes in it too. In the cloakroom, let the perfume inhale.

After finishing, Song Yuhe had already slept on all fours.

Bo Qiao skillfully carried him back to her room.

It was only after putting him down that Bo Qiao realized that his actions...

Will it be too easy?

Apart from his work and his family, he rarely interacts with outsiders. In recent years, there have always been some unsightly men and women trying to climb into his bed. Avoid things like floods and beasts.

Mr. Bo, who is about to turn 30, has never even held his little hand.

It sounds pitiful.

He was a little unsure about the scale of his communication with Song Yuhe, did he really feel a little too close?

Mr. Bo fell into deep thought.

Even if Song Yuhe was picked up from the sofa, his paws instinctively hooked onto the peppermint-scented coat, holding on tightly and refusing to let go.

The mint fragrance is the same as the rose fragrance, giving Song Yuhe a strange sense of security.

In the dream, he was always haunted by the scent of mint, and it was a rare dream.

The next day, Song Yuhe went to the research room to tinker with the bionic man, and to watch the surveillance video at that time. Song Guanxing passed by the research room several times quietly, but finally he didn't dare to go in.

Song Yan was about to arrive soon, and Song Guanxing was still thinking hard about how to get Song Yuhe to receive psychological treatment.

After much deliberation, he could only pinch his nose and look for Bao Qiao.

[Song Guanxing: Mr. Bo Qiao, I heard that you were going to acquire a company under the Song family before. Do you still have any intention? I will give it to you. 】

Bo Qiao sneered.

[Bo Sanqiao: Why do I want that company, do you have no idea? 】

Song Guanxing choked for a moment.

He almost forgot that the reason why Bo Qiao wanted that airline company was because he wanted to check the list of passengers on the flying boat back then to find out which company Song Yuhe was a child of.

However, Song Guanxing had a cheeky face and said with a smile: [The airline is still making a profit, with billions of dollars a year. Give it to you, really don’t want it? 】

[Bo Sanqiao: Get out. 】

Bo Qiao told him with practical actions that I am not short of money.

Song Guanxing was still soft-spoken, and Bo Qiao was so annoyed that he almost blackmailed him.

In the end, Song Guanxing directly stated the demand.

[Song Guanxing: My dad will arrive tomorrow, can you persuade Xiao Zhi to meet him? 】

He paused, and then added: [My dad just wants to see him as a psychiatrist, so as not to irritate him. 】

[Bo Sanqiao: Isn't it enough to just create a chance encounter, is it so troublesome? 】

[Song Guanxing: The chance encounter was too deliberate, and Xiao Zhi's temperament may not be able to open his heart for a while. 】

Although Song Guanxing didn't want to admit it, for Song Yuhe, the only person he trusted the most was Bo Qiao.

Bo Qiao sneered, originally wanted to tell Song Guanxing to leave, but then remembered Song Yuhe's expression of "I'm afraid" full of worries, and his heart softened again.

[Bo Sanqiao: Tomorrow at [-] o'clock in the afternoon, the research room on the third floor of Building B of the Griffin Research Institute. 】

【Song Guanxing: Okay! ! !I heard that you are currently researching a targeted drug for Hera syndrome, if it is really produced, it will be a blessing for the entire universe!Does Mr. Bo Qiao still need research funding?How many billion?How about I give you the airline? ! 】

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao blacked him out with a blank face.

Song Yuhe came back humming, looking in a good mood.

Bo Qiao turned off the optical brain, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why are you so happy?"

"I found out the abnormality in the monitor."

Song Yuhe threw himself on the sofa happily, and put his head on the clean coat that Bao Qiao had prepared in advance.

But halfway through, he realized that the coat only smelled of shampoo instead of the familiar mint scent, so he frowned and sat up straight.

Bo Qiao asked, "What's abnormal? Did you give it to the Star Police Department?"

Song Yuhe said vaguely: "Not yet, just wait."

Bo Qiao wanted to ask what he was waiting for, but Song Yuhe said with bright eyes: "Next week, the mechanical competition will start, sir, will you go back to watch my competition then?"

When Bo Qiao was interrupted by him, she also forgot to pursue it, and shook her head: "No."

He was afraid that he would spit it out in a place full of androids.

Song Yuhe lowered his head in disappointment.

Bo Qiao touched his black hair and said, "Do you have time tomorrow?"

"Yes! All day long."

"My laboratory is almost ready, do you want to go and have a look?"

"Okay, okay." Song Yuhe nodded, and said curiously, "What are you studying, sir?"

"medicine."

Song Yuhe didn't know anything about medicine, so he didn't ask any more questions.

After taking a bath at night, Song Yuhe came out of the bathroom wearing a fluffy sock, covered with damp. Bo Qiao saw his small snow-white calf, and asked with a frown, "Are your feet still cold?"

Song Yuhe wouldn't lie: "It's still cold."

Bo Qiao said, "The game will start next Tuesday, right?"

"Uh-huh."

Bo Qiao nodded and poked twice on the optical brain: "I made an appointment with the hospital for surgery on Wednesday, is that okay?"

Song Yuhe asked suspiciously, "Is it so fast?"

Bo Qiao couldn't think about it any longer, your brother wished he could carry you to the operation right now.

However, it is very rare for money to flow into the body, and Fuenli Hospital still needs special medical tools, and even if it is treated now, it may take a few days.

"It doesn't have to be so fast." Song Yuhe shook his feet, "I don't feel cold as long as I wear socks, and I'm used to it."

Bo Qiao didn't want to reason with him, so he shook his head: "I've already made an appointment, and I can't cancel it."

He sat on the sofa and calculated the production time of the silver stabilizer. The special one would take about half a month to be ready and delivered. By then, he would be able to exchange the silver stabilizer for the bionics just after he was discharged from the hospital.

Only then did Song Yuhe nod his head: "Alright then."

That's how it was settled.

Song Yuhe's pajamas smelled of fresh mint perfume. He originally thought that this smell would make him fall asleep quickly, but for some reason, he lay on the bed tossing and turning for a long time, unable to fall asleep.

Song Yuhe tugged at the corner of the quilt, stared blankly at the tree shadow on the ceiling, and said aggrievedly, "I really want to find Mr."

57 said impatiently: "Why are you looking for him? Go to bed quickly."

Song Yuhe: "I can't sleep, why is this smell wrong, why isn't it the same as the one on Mr.'s body?"

57 quietly said: "Do you know what you look like now?"

"what?"

"A pervert who is gluttonous."

Song Yuhe sat up abruptly, and defended himself: "I don't have any."

57: "Then why don't you go to bed quickly?"

Song Yuhe had no choice but to lie back aggrieved.

57 couldn't see it, so he could only hold back his anger and said, "Shall I read the lines to you?"

Song Yuhe nodded: "Okay."

57 began to think about it.

Fortunately, this method of sleep aid is still useful for the time being. It sounds like Song Yuhe is like Pavlov's dog, and even if he doesn't want to sleep, the drowsiness still hits him one after another, and he is forced to fall asleep.

I went to bed too late at night, and when I woke up the next day, I had already started eating lunch.

Bo Qiao had already finished his morning class and was sitting in the living room reading psychology books.

Song Yuhe rubbed his eyes: "Sir, I got up late."

"It's okay." Bo Qiao said, "It's not too late to go to the research institute after dinner."

Song Yuhe nodded, washed up and ate, and went to the cloakroom to change clothes before going out.

Autumn is coming too fast, it has rained a lot these past two days, and the wind outside has started to feel a little chilly.

He didn’t need to go to school or graduate school today, and he didn’t wear the white shirt that was about to be worn out, so he found a warm-colored thin sweater that Qin Xian bought for him and put it on. The rope on the hoodie was still hanging. The metal buckle holding the little rose allows Song Yuhe to play with the rose around his finger when he is free.

Bo Qiao was bored talking about specific matters with Song Guanxing, when he heard the sound of slippers, he raised his head slightly and was taken aback.

Song Yuhe liked this dress very much, it looked like an immature child, and it was even whiter against the small face.

He ran up to Bo Qiao and turned around, saying, "Sir, is this big?"

Bo Qiao came back to his senses, and was rarely caught by Song Yuhe's youthful attire. He coughed dryly and said, "It's not big, it's okay."

Song Yuhe happily wrapped his hands around the rose pendant, followed Bao Qiao out the door.

Song Yuhe, Griffin's research institute, had never been here before. He followed Bo Qiao and looked left and right, and everything he saw was novel.

Song Guanxing, who had just walked to the Research Institute in Building B and had already bought more than a dozen bottles of mineral water at the vending place, finally saw the two coming, and immediately pretended to buy water, and glanced at the side of the road from the corner of his eye.

As long as one of the two casts their eyes over, Song Guanxing can go down the slope and pretend to meet by chance.

Song Guanxing secretly looked forward to it.

then……

Bo Qiao and Song Yuhe didn't look sideways, ignored him by coincidence, and passed him by.

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing gritted his teeth silently, even if no one played for him, he still had to be strong to finish this one-man show.

He pretended to be surprised, and quickly stepped forward with water: "What a coincidence, Bo Qiao, I just happened to come to Griffin to do something."

Bo Qiao looked at him singing alone with a half-smile, but didn't talk to him at all.

Song Yuhe still remembered that he was a crybaby who was "determined first prize", and looked at him vigilantly while holding Bao Qiao's arm.

Song Guanxing didn't mind his alienation at all, and said with a smile: "Yuhe, your clothes are so beautiful."

Song Yuhe also thought it was pretty, but when he heard Song Guanxing boasting, he snorted and dragged Bao Qiao into the research room, as if he didn't want to talk to him.

After entering Building B, Song Yuhe glanced back instinctively from the corner of his eye. As expected, Song Guanxing immediately caught up with him, and he seemed to be happy and continued to be self-willed.

The three of them went to the research room on the third floor. Because it was for medical research, the surroundings were completely white, and there was a strong smell of disinfectant.

Song Yuhe sneezed.

The automatic glass door slowly opened from the middle, and Bao Qiao walked in with Song Yuhe.

Among all kinds of sophisticated medical instruments, a tall man in a white coat was arranging medicines with his back to them.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned his head slightly, his eyes fell on Song Yuhe, and he froze immediately.

Song Yuhe saw that everything was new, and was chasing after Bo Qiao to ask questions, when he noticed a strange and hot gaze, and looked over suspiciously.

Even though he was fully prepared, when Song Yan saw Song Yuhe's unfamiliar yet familiar face, his hand still trembled slightly, almost spilling the medicine in his hand.

Bo Qiao said lightly: "This is my... assistant in the laboratory, I'm going to record the data later, let him walk around with you, okay?"