Blame him for being too pretty

Bao Qiao lifted the quilt expressionlessly.

His face was as steady as an old dog's, but his fingers were trembling in panic, and his mind was in a mess.

"Why is he in my bed?"

"What did I do last night?"

"Drunken sex?"

"Is Song Guanxing outside?"

Bo Qiao already had a splitting headache, and it was even more uncomfortable to be disturbed like this.

Before he could understand the current situation, there was a knock on the door of the room, and then Song Guanxing opened the door to reveal half of his body, and said with a smile: "If the house I live in is even slightly uncomfortable, you will die." .”

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao was completely awake, and he broke out in cold sweat instantly. He was about to send Song Guanxing away first, when there was a sudden movement under the quilt.

Song Yuhe was woken up by Song Guanxing's voice, he let out a "huh", and wanted to pull back the quilt to look in a daze.

Bo Qiao was so frightened that his soul would spit out of his mouth, he quickly reached into the quilt and covered Song Yuhe's mouth.

Song Yuhe: "???"

Song Yuhe was very obedient, he barely opened his eyes and looked at the snow-white quilt covering his face, his head seemed to be bubbling, and he was a little dazed for a while.

He pressed the hand covering his mouth and raised his head slightly, and saw Bao Qiao's pretendingly calm face through the gap in the quilt.

Song Guanxing asked suspiciously, "What's the sound?"

"It's nothing." Bo Qiao said without thinking, "Yuhe lives on the second floor, the room on the left."

Song Guanxing looked at him with a fake smile: "You know that Yuhe's feet are not good, and you still let him climb up and down the stairs?"

Bo Qiao said blankly, "I'll send someone to install the elevator tomorrow."

"Come on." Song Guanxing snorted, "I'll pick him up after he's cured, so there's no need to trouble Boss anymore."

After finishing speaking, he closed the door, hummed a song and went to the second floor to find his brother.

Hearing the sound of footsteps going upstairs, Bo Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like he had narrowly escaped death.

At this moment, he felt his hand being pulled off, and the sound of Song Yuhe's breathing sprayed on the back of his hand, making Bao Qiao's skin goosebumps immediately.

"Sir." Song Yuhe lifted the quilt covering his head, murmured with a nasal sound of just waking up, "Are you sober yet? I don't live on the second floor."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao looked at him blankly.

Song Yuhe has been calling him "Sir" since the first meeting. This word is very common, but in this atmosphere where the two of them are lying on the same bed or even under the same quilt, there is an inexplicably ambiguous meaning in it. in.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Thinking of this, Bo Qiao blushed and jumped out of bed.

He coughed dryly and tried to stay calm, but it was too difficult, even more difficult than when he played Mr. Joe by suppressing his nausea.

Bo Qiao couldn't control the expression that was about to collapse, and hurriedly left a sentence "You get up and go back to your room first", and rushed directly to the bathroom that came with the master bedroom, and slammed the door.

Song Yuhe didn't know why.

Bo Qiao rushed to the sink and splashed cold water on his face, propped his hands on the table and looked at his slightly red face in the mirror.

He and himself in the mirror looked at each other for a long time, probably feeling ashamed of the ambiguous thoughts triggered by the phrase "Sir", and cursed at himself in the mirror.

"Beasts."

Just because he thought the title "Sir" was a bit ambiguous, Mr. Bo scolded himself bloody.

He is also very strict with himself.

A man like Bo Qiao, who has been single for nearly 30 years, the more he thinks about it, the more he feels that his mind is not pure. While brushing his teeth with a sullen face, he calls himself a beast, and even the "he-tui" when he brushes his teeth and spits foam is a sound to himself. Shout out.

Just as he had just finished brushing his teeth, Song Guanxing's voice suddenly came from the living room outside.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao didn't even have time to wash off the toothpaste on the corner of his mouth, so he rushed out.

What made him creepy was that Song Yuhe hadn't returned to his room yet, and he was slowly leaning on the wall, with his feet on the slippers unnaturally, as if he had some difficulty walking.

He stood at the door of Bo Qiao's room, seemingly frightened, and looked in the direction of the living room in surprise.

Bo Qiao was determined to die.

According to the extent of Song Guanxing's brother's control, seeing his own brother walking out of other men's rooms in a daze, it would be strange if he didn't blow up.

Song Guanxing is indeed about to explode.

He turned around on the second floor but couldn't find Song Yuhe, so he went downstairs suspiciously to ask Bo Qiao, when he saw his younger brother staggering out of Bo Qiao's room, pulling on his slippers and rubbing his eyes, still wearing yesterday's clothes.

The snow-white shirt was crumpled, and two buttons at the collar were undone, revealing his fair neck and collarbone.

What made Song Guanxing's eyes dark the most was that there was a red mark on his younger brother's neck.

Song Guanxing couldn't affect his younger brother even if he wanted to blow it up. He tried his best to suppress the anger that was about to rush into his head, forced a smile, and said, "Yuhe, is this your room?"

Song Yuhe didn't know, so he said, "No, this is Mr.'s room."

Song Guanxing silently covered his little heart, and after a long silence he said with difficulty: "Then why... came out of his room?"

When Bo Qiao heard this, the ominous premonition in his heart became more and more serious. He immediately stepped forward to stop Song Yuhe, but it was still a step too late.

Song Yuhe explained the facts of last night: "Because my husband said that I smell good, he wanted to hug me to sleep."

Bo Qiao: "????"

Song Guanxing: "..."

As soon as this sentence was said, not only Song Guanxing's eyes darkened, but Bo Qiao also had the urge to faint.

He drank too much and didn't remember what nonsense he said and what stupid thing he did last night, but Song Yuhe's temperament would never lie, since he said such a thing, then Bo Qiao must have done it.

Moreover, being excited by Song Yuhe's words, several fragments seemed to flash in his mind. Last night, he seemed to really hold his thin and warm body in his arms, and rubbed his forehead against the crook of someone's neck.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Just let me die.

Mr. Bo once again ushered in a more serious social death than #乔先生#.

Song Guanxing was probably taken aback, and it took him a while to speak with trembling voice: "He... what else did he do to you?"

Song Yuhe said truthfully: "It's gone, just sleep."

Song Guanxing covered his mouth and whimpered, probably shocked by his brother's innocence, but Song Yuhe's wholehearted trust in Bo Qiao made Song Guanxing hold back his fury, and said weakly: "My dear boy, you... you Go wash up, let's go to the hospital to see your feet."

Song Yuhe nodded obediently, yawned and went back to his room.

Song Guanxing stood in the living room and watched the door close. After a long silence, he turned his head expressionlessly and met Bao Qiao at the door.

It was the first time that Bo Qiao and Song Guanxing had been fighting against each other for so many years, and it was the first time he felt guilty in front of him. He wanted to explain hesitantly: "I... I didn't do anything."

"Oh." Uncharacteristically, Song Guanxing didn't explode, and he even raised the corners of his lips, showing a polite and gentle smile, "I know."

Bo Qiao looked at him in surprise.

It would be normal for Song Guanxing to scold Bo Qiao angrily at him, but now this unexpectedly gentle reaction as if nothing happened, makes Bo Qiao a little creepy.

Bo Qiao dryly explained a few more words: "I drank a drink last night, I don't remember what I did, but I definitely didn't do anything out of line."

Song Guanxing silently covered his heart, feeling that the boomerang he had thrown hit his heart hard again.

The blood column was about to splash three meters high.

Song Guanxing forcibly maintained a business smile: "I believe in you."

Bo Qiao was a little overwhelmed by flattery, he didn't expect to hear a single word from Song Guanxing's mouth.

In the next second, Song Guanxing maintained a gentle smile, and said softly: "After all, all the stars in Nanhuai are spreading rumors that Mr. Bo has some kind of dysfunction."

Bo Qiao: "???"

How can a normal man tolerate this, Bao Qiao's face turned green.

"You are the obstacle!"

"I do not have!"

"I'll show you my medical report!"

At this moment, three retorting words flashed in Bo Qiao's mind, but he felt that the first one seemed to have a feeling of impotence and rage, the second one was unconvincing, and the third one seemed to be more cover-up and less lethal.

Only at this time did Bo Qiao realize that he had been single for so many years, had Nanhuai Xing's circle spread like this?

He just eats too much melon, and has an instinctive resistance to the relationship between men and women.

Just because you don't want to be in a relationship doesn't mean you're dysfunctional!

Bo Qiao thought hard to see if he could find the fourth perfect answer, but Song Guanxing turned around after mocking him, and the false smile on his face was immediately full of sincerity.

"Hane, hello."

Song Yuhe had already washed and changed his clothes and came out.

It was raining outside, and the temperature dropped a lot overnight. Yesterday, he was hugged by Bo Qiao to sleep, and he forgot to change into the thick socks he wore while sleeping. When he woke up, his feet were even colder, and he even had some problems walking.

If there is no surgery, he may still be unable to walk this winter like in Mofenfen.

"Yeah." Song Yuhe nodded, looking at Bao Qiao.

Song Guan stepped forward, took Song Yuhe's schoolbag, and said softly, "Mr. Bo is full today, I will take you to the hospital."

Bo Qiao was choked to death, and missed the chance to reply again.

If it was before, Song Yuhe would definitely not want to go with Song Guanxing, but now he only hesitated for a moment before nodding, and obediently waved to Bao Qiao: "Goodbye, sir."

Bo Qiao nodded aggrievedly: "Goodbye."

Song Guanxing carefully helped Song Yuhe out of the villa, got into the car and drove away.

Bo Qiao went to wash his face again, his eyes were full of lovelessness.

He didn't remember much of last night, but the bits and pieces reminded him that he must have done something out of his control when he was drunk.

For example, brazenly hugging someone to sleep, and shamelessly saying that he smells good...

Thinking of this, Bo Qiao pressed his forehead in pain, wishing he could die directly.

There is surveillance in the video doorbell, and it will be kept for fifteen days. Bo Qiao wanted to be a fool, so he suppressed his shame and opened the surveillance video.

In the video, the car was parked in the garage, and Song Yuhe helped him out of the garage after a while.

Well, it's normal.

He wasn't drunk himself, he was still a gentleman, and he never touched a position that he couldn't touch.

Bo Qiao looked at it patiently again, and fast-forwarded twice. He thought that there would be no more records in the yard, but he didn't expect Song Yuhe to go out in his coat in the middle of the night.

Bo Qiao was taken aback, thinking that he was drunk and wanted to eat melons, and this silly boy went out to buy melons in the middle of the night again.

But fortunately, after ten minutes, Song Yuhe came back with a toolbox in his hand.

Bo Qiao frowned and looked at it for a long time, only to realize that it was the toolbox of Song Yuhe's laboratory specializing in bionics.

The ominous premonition in Bo Qiao's heart was getting heavier and heavier, he didn't continue to watch the video, but seemed to remember something, and quickly went to the basement.

After seeing the scene in the basement clearly, Bo Qiao's eyes went dark.

The "Russian matryoshka" boxes, large and small, were placed in the open space, the smallest box was empty, and the bionic wristwatch inside was gone.

Bo Qiao's heart was beating rapidly, and a bunch of blurry images flashed in his mind.

Song Yuhe is so obedient, it is impossible for him to take the initiative to move his bionic man. The only explanation is that he drank a drink and took the initiative to pull Song Yuhe over to repair the bionic man.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao felt that his blood pressure seemed to be a little high, leaning on the wall and staggeringly sitting on the steps, his head seemed to have been beaten violently, and the pain made him suck in air-conditioning all the time.

Following the scene in the basement, the intermittent fragments in Bo Qiao's mind finally flashed more and more, and finally finally connected with difficulty.

He finally remembered the stupid thing he did last night.

"I am useless."

"Well, I think so too."

"So you are Mr. Joe?"

"Correct."

"You smell like sunshine."

"Really? I can't smell it, is it fragrant?"

"Ah."

"Can I hug you?"

"Okay, okay."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao was terrified, it turned out that Song Yuhe didn't add any fuel to it, he really said that he smelled good, and even hugged him to sleep all night.

Ahhh.

Bo Qiao is about to collapse.

At this moment, a voice came from the side.

"Mr. Qiao, are you unwell?"

Bao Qiao glanced to the side expressionlessly, and found that the android in "Heart" was intact, wearing an ill-fitting coat, looking at him gently.

Bo Qiao: "..."

***

Compared with Bo Qiao's collapse, Song Guanxing looked beaming.

Finally able to be alone with his younger brother, Song Guan Xing happily set the car to automatic navigation, squeezed into the back seat and talked to Song Yuhe.

It's only less than seven o'clock now, and Song Yuhe took care of the drunk to sleep too late yesterday, lack of sleep, and his head wanted to sleep bit by bit.

Song Guanxing said warmly: "Yuhe, yesterday you received a thousand knives... Did Bo Qiao do anything else to you?"

Song Yuhe was smoked by the heat in the car and became even more drowsy. He swayed left and right and finally let himself fall on Song Guanxing's shoulder, muttering, "No more, what can he do to me? Why is your question so strange?"

Song Guanxing's mind went blank, and he thought, "Ahhh, he's leaning on my shoulder, woo woo woo."

In this regard, 57 was on the same front as Song Guanxing, and said angrily, "I was still rubbing against your shoulders last night! I must be taking advantage of you. Look, your neck is red. "

Song Yuhe said patiently: "He didn't, my neck turns red easily when I touch it."

57: "He has it, old pervert!"

57 dared to choke with Song Yuhe, but Song Guanxing didn't dare at all, he could only insinuate: "I went to ask the doctor, if I have an operation today, I will stay in the hospital for about two weeks, and there will be a series of follow-up examinations."

It means that Song Yuhe can't go back to live in Boqiao.

Song Yuhe was so sleepy that he didn't bother to open his eyes, and didn't understand the meaning of Song Guan's jargon, so he asked vaguely, "It's been so long? What about my class? And my prize."

Song Guanxing looked at Song Yuhe's attendance records, and found that he seldom went to class for more than a month, and the teachers at Furnley University also gave preferential treatment to geniuses, not to mention that Song Yuhe's skipping class was not for fun, or to go out to repair things, Either stay in the laboratory and study the bionic man, so no one cares about him.

"I asked you for leave." Song Guanxing said, "Your prize will probably be delivered next week."

Song Yuhe was startled, and looked up at him in confusion: "So fast? But didn't the teacher say that it would take a long time to customize? I just handed in the customized model and requirements yesterday."

Song Guanxing used all of a department of the headquarters production parts company to customize the bionic man for Song Yuhe. Song Guanxing was very dissatisfied that the development could only be completed next week, but seeing that Song Yuhe was so surprised, he also gave up the idea of ​​urging him again. .

"This year should be special." Song Guanxing said ambiguously, "Isn't it coming soon?"

Song Yuhe nodded vigorously: "Well, yes!"

Song Guanxing was happy to see him, and he smiled unconsciously as if he had eaten candy.

After a while, the two arrived at the hospital.

The doctor who examined Song Yuhe had already prepared the instruments, took Song Yuhe in and began to check his body in an orderly manner.

Song Yuhe was manipulated in various ways, checking his head for a while, and checking his heart for a while, so that Song Yuhe's face was full of confusion.

Isn't it just checking the feet?

Because of the flowing silver that entered his body, Song Guanxing was worried about Song Yuhe's body, so he gave him a full body checkup, which lasted from 07:30 to [-]:[-].

Song Guanxing waited anxiously outside, fearing that something might go wrong.

It was rare for Sheng Lin not to have a role today. Hearing that Song Yuhe was having an inspection, he bought a bouquet and came to see him.

Song Guanxing was still yelling at Bo Qiao, that old pervert in his heart, and when he saw Sheng Lin approaching, he couldn't wait to find his approval: "What do you think of Bo Qiao?"

Sheng Lin put the bouquet on the chair, sat down gracefully, and said lightly: "It's not bad, at least it's better than you."

Song Guanxing was unhappy: "Tell me, how is he better than me? Where is he better than me? Why is he better than me?"

"Personality." Sheng Lin said, "No matter how much he hates someone, he will force himself to be decent and elegant because of his demeanor, unlike you, even if he likes someone, he can still act annoyingly."

Song Guanxing: "..."

Sheng Lin said lightly: "I kind of like the way he pretends to be handsome even though he obviously doesn't like me."

Song Guanxing: "..."

He suddenly felt that his cash cow was like a glutinous rice ball stuffed with sesame seeds. On the surface, he was gentle and gentle, but he was starting to get dark inside.

Song Guanxing sat on the chair and saw Sheng Lin's big bouquet of roses, and remembered his younger brother waking up in another man's bed, and said angrily, "Giving someone roses, you are not afraid that your little wolf dog will get angry? "

"Didn't Yuhe like roses? I gave him the things he likes to express my gratitude, and I didn't mean that dirty. If I know what flowers he likes but I send him other flowers, is that polite?"

Sheng Lin said with a half-smile, and then lightly added a sentence.

"Only people with dirty minds will feel dirty when they see everything."

Song Guanxing: "..."