Blame him for being too pretty

It's not uncommon to be able to directly attack the boss like this, but Sheng Lin didn't change his face and was confident, which was completely different from Bao Qiao who couldn't reply and could only resume the game afterwards.

Song Guanxing looked at him quietly: "Do you know why you can be my only friend?"

Sheng Lin smiled, "How can I be your friend?"

"Heh." Song Guanxing said, "Because you look like a superficially tall flower who actually catches someone to swear, so I don't feel guilty when we get along."

Sheng Lin didn't feel honored by this honor, and said indifferently: "What about Bo Qiao, do you feel guilty every time you stun him speechless?"

Song Guanxing sneered: "It was there before, but not now."

From the moment his precious brother got down from the bed surnamed Bo, Song Guanxing announced that his friendship with Bo Qiao was over.

——Even Bo Qiao himself didn't know that he was Song Guanxing's friend.

While the two were chatting, the door of the medical room on the side was opened, and a doctor in protective clothing came out and said to Song Guanxing, "The examination is almost done, and there is no major problem. Fortunately, there is not much silver in his body, only a few Drop, it doesn’t have much impact on the body, just take it out.”

Song Guanxing's face turned pale.

Just a few drops...

The weather was only a little bit colder, and those few drops of flowing silver made it difficult for Song Yuhe to walk.

Song Guanxing didn't dare to think about how Song Yuhe spent those ten years in Mofenfen.

The doctor looked through the data and said, "Other than that, there are some malnutrition and anemia, and nothing else."

Song Guanxing forced a smile: "Thank you doctor."

"It's okay." The doctor said, "The next step is the operation, Mr. Song can sign it."

Song Guanxing took the light screen over and saw the ID on it and his hand trembled slightly.

He took a little care, relying on Song Yuhe's ignorance, he used Song Liuzhi's ID.

Looking at the familiar ID number 152365, Song Guanxing was stunned for a long time before signing his name with lowered eyes.

It was the first time that even Fur'enli Hospital had seen Liuyin enter the body's flesh and blood for many years. The operation lasted from noon to dusk before it finally ended.

Song Yuhe had already fallen asleep and was sent to the ward in a daze.

There is a faint woody fragrance in the nostrils, which is the tail note of Song Guanxing's coquettish perfume, which inexplicably gives Song Yuhe a sense of security.

His mind was in chaos, he stretched out his hand in a daze, but he didn't touch anything, but before he fell onto the bed, he was caught by a warm hand, and the wide palm wrapped around the back of his hand.

Song Guanxing's soft voice seemed to come from another world: "Huh? What's the matter?"

Song Yuhe's consciousness became more and more sinking. Before he was about to fall into darkness, he suddenly opened his lips slightly and murmured, "Brother."

The five fingers holding his hand tightened suddenly, Song Guanxing's stunned voice gradually faded away, and finally returned to nothingness.

When Bo Qiao rushed to Fu'enli Hospital after class, he happened to meet Sheng Lin standing at the door, secretly taking pictures inside with an optical brain.

How can the upright Mr. Bo tolerate things like "secret filming".

He stepped forward expressionlessly, and was about to stop him, when he heard Sheng Lin turn off his light brain, turned his head and said indifferently: "#宋氏权权人抱头冻哪形弹, the reason is that I was just called brother#, Boss, what do you think?"

Bo Qiao swallowed the words as soon as they came to his lips, expressionless: "Send me a copy of the video."

Sheng Lin: "..."

It seems that this person also has a lot of resentment towards Song Guanxing.

Bo Qiao had been in class all day, and the whole time he was in a daze. His mind was full of the stupid things he did last night. He even wrote the formula wrong several times. In private, the students were spreading rumors about whether he had lost his love.

However, he also took this time to sort out the memory of last night.

The good news is that he is a very gentleman, he just sleeps with Song Yuhechun in his arms all night, and he is not dirty.

The bad news is that in a bewilderment, I told Song Yuhe personally about #乔MR.

Bo Qiao pretended to be calm, tried hard to recall Song Yuhe's reaction, and wanted to know his attitude towards his horrible acting skills.

But after thinking about it for a day, I only remembered that after he said "yes", he hugged Song Yuhe directly in his arms, without seeing his expression at all.

All he knew was that Song Yuhe was very obedient and his body was very warm.

Song Guan Guild arranged everything in Song Yuhe very well, Bo Qiao didn't want to go there because of shame, but he still drove here after struggling for a long time.

He really wanted to know Song Yuhe's reaction to the fact that he was Mr. Qiao.

Will Song Yuhe take this matter as something to make fun of him like others did?

Will he laugh at him, alienate him, feel that other people are more addicted to cooking, and his terrible acting skills have poisoned his eyes?

Even outside the ward, Bo Qiao was still thinking wildly.

After a while, Song Guanxing, who had cried enough, came out of the ward humming a song. His eyes were slightly red, and there were still tears on his face, but his posture was still arrogant.

"Yo, you're here." Song Guanxing sauntered and sat next to Bao Qiao, and said with a half-smile, "I thought you did something unspeakable, so you dare not come to see Yuhe."

Bo Qiao said indifferently: "I thought you wouldn't want me to appear here."

Song Guanxing said sourly: "I really want to, but I can't help it, who made Yuhe trust you so much—tsk, seriously, what kind of ecstasy soup did you pour on him?"

Bo Qiao didn't want to talk to him, got up and wanted to go to the ward to see Song Yuhe, but the door couldn't be opened no matter what.

Song Guanxing shook his head triumphantly at him: "The password is with me."

Bo Qiao: "..."

childish!

"Just look through the glass door." Song Guanxing leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and said with a smile, "Yuhe can only wake up at night, even if you go in, he won't know."

Bo Qiao endured it again and again, but still couldn't hold it back, and said, "I have a video of you crying in your arms."

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing was stunned for a moment, then turned his dark eyes to Sheng Lin.

Sheng Lin nodded and admitted without changing his face: "Well, yes, I filmed it. How could such a good scene not be recorded? If you want it, I'll send you a copy."

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing let Bo Qiao in with a sullen face, then turned his head to look at Sheng Lin seriously.

Sheng Lin raised his eyebrows slightly, this was the first time that the shameless Song Guanxing was so serious, so did he have some scruples about his own image?

But unexpectedly, Song Guanxing said: "You can give the video to whoever you want, as long as you don't let Yuhe see it."

Sheng Lin: "..."

Sheng Lin said quietly: "Are you still Song Guanxing?"

"Yuhe's mental state is not very good." Song Guanxing frowned, "You can't stimulate him with this."

Sheng Lin glanced at him, and said calmly, "I don't have a bad taste like you. I take this kind of video as a pleasure to attack others."

Song Guanxing was not angry when he turned a corner and scolded him, he just laughed and said, "You better be."

In the huge ward separated by a wall, Song Guanxing placed the roses sent by Sheng Lin in a vase on the table, and the faint fragrance of roses permeated the room.

Song Yuhe fell into a deep sleep, and his operated leg was fixed on the bed, saving him from turning around and messing with the painful wound while sleeping.

Bo Qiao sat lightly on the stool beside the bed, his gaze fell on Song Yuhe's face.

Song Yuhe's face has always been pale, and it is still the kind of morbid paleness that has not seen the sun for a long time, even the color of his lips is very pale. When he was lying quietly, Bo Qiao unconsciously remembered that he was sleeping on the soft quilt this morning. Scenes.

He wondered if he had been single for a long time, otherwise why in his eyes, even Song Yuhe, who was sick and lying on the bed, was so dazzling.

Like sunshine.

Bo Qiao shivered suddenly, and after recovering, he cursed himself for being dirty, and walked out of the ward almost in a state of embarrassment.

***

Song Yuhe didn't know what was happening outside, he seemed to be stuck in a pile of mud, only the faint scent of roses in his nose was like a thread, guiding him slowly to the place of light.

But just as he was about to escape from the darkness, a cold hand suddenly grabbed his ankle and dragged him down.

Hysterical laughter and questioning and mournful screams resounded in my ears.

"Why am I the one who died?!"

"I want you all to be buried with me!"

"Little Stop—"

Song Yuhe seemed to have stepped on the ground, and there was a heavy and sharp pain from the ankle that was grabbed in the nightmare, which made him groan and struggled to wake up.

The effect of the anesthetic had already worn off, and after only a moment of sobriety, the pain from his ankle made him break out in a cold sweat.

"57..." Song Yuhe stretched out his hand and scratched randomly, and said with a sob, "57, I'm in so much pain, hug me."

57 coaxed him: "It's okay, it's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore, it won't hurt after you sleep."

Song Yuhe shook his head lightly, his pale face was covered with sweat.

At this moment, a hand lightly placed a sticker on his forehead, with a faint woody fragrance, calling back Song Yuhe's mind.

Song Yuhe opened his eyes in bewilderment, and focused his gaze for a long time before finally seeing the person in front of him clearly.

Song Guanxing sat beside him and looked at him nervously: "Where does it hurt?"

Song Yuhe stared at him blankly for a long time, then murmured with a little grievance: "In the dream someone grabbed, grabbed my ankle."

Song Guanxing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had to lie to him with the way of coaxing children: "It's okay, this is the ankle that is recovering, which means it will heal faster."

Song Yuhe said in confusion, "Really?"

"Yeah." Song Guanxing wiped the cold sweat off Song Yuhe's forehead with a wet towel, saw that his face was whiter than a pillow, breathed in distressedly, and asked softly, "Does your ankle hurt? Do you want some painkillers?" medicine?"

Song Yuhe shook his head: "I'm used to it."

Song Guanxing felt that Song Yuhe was really disgusting, a casual word could shoot towards his heart like a cannonball, making him feel like he had a heart attack.

"I can't get used to it." Song Guanxing's voice was more gentle, "It won't hurt after taking the medicine."

Song Yuhe didn't insist, and nodded slightly.

After a while, Bo Qiao took the painkiller and pushed the door in. He presumably waited outside for a long time.

As soon as Song Yuhe saw him, his sickly eyes lit up immediately: "Sir!"

Bo Qiao's hand holding the painkiller trembled, and felt an inexplicable itching for the title "Sir", as if he had been hooked lightly by something, and the whole limbs and bones were covered with sunlight.

With a dry cough, he walked over to Song Guanxing's angry stare without changing his expression, and said, "Take the medicine first."

Song Yuhe said obediently: "Okay."

Song Yuhe leaned on the soft pillow, instinctively chewing and swallowing the medicine.

Bo Qiao got used to his rough way of taking medicine, and before he chewed, he gently pinched his chin, brought a glass of water to him, and said in a warm voice, "Drink the water and swallow it directly, don't chew."

Song Yuhe drank water obediently, raised his head and swallowed the medicine.

Bo Qiao complimented him skillfully: "You're so good."

Song Yuhe rolled his eyes: "I'm good."

Song Guanxing at the side: "..."

Song Guanxing was so annoyed by this "old husband and wife" getting along with each other that he gritted his teeth every day. He kept a smile on his face, and planned to expose Bo Qiao's old background.

"Ah." Song Guanxing said eccentrically, "Mr. Bo, the "Heart" you participated in was on the Galaxy hot search list some time ago, and it remained the number one for several days. Have you received your trophy?"

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao looked at him blankly, with "I'm going to kill you" written all over his eyes.

Song Guanxing snorted coldly in his heart, thinking that you are so embarrassing in front of my good boy, so you should stop wandering around here and be an eyesore.

After all, Bo Qiao's acting skills in "Heart" are obvious to all, but everyone must have a psychological shadow of his terrible acting skills.

Although Song Guanxing felt that this deceitful act was too insidious and villainous, but now he didn't know why, and instinctively felt a sense of rejection towards Bo Qiao.

In addition, when he saw Bo Qiao looking at Song Yuhe with that strange look, Song Guanxing's sense of crisis also rose up.

If Bo Qiao is allowed to show up in front of Song Yuhe again, Song Guanxing is worried that something will happen that he can't even control.

such as……

A deadly rival becoming a sister-in-law is such a terrifying thing that it seems like a nightmare.

Song Guanxing's nature was bad, and he was almost rebellious, otherwise he wouldn't be so hated.

In his opinion, it is better to be a despicable villain than to be an incompetent person who just watched his cabbage being eaten.

He would rather be a bad guy who appreciates the incompetence and rage of others and still enjoys it, and can be regarded as a medal of merit if he is abused by others, than a "weak person" who is kind and gentle and admired by others, but is easily bullied.

Words like kindness are naturally not close to him.

Just when Song Guanxing was complacent and thought that Bo Qiao would definitely have no face to stay here, Song Yuhe, who was sickly eating an apple, suddenly let out an "ah", and finally figured out the details that were puzzling before.

He said happily: "So it's a game where Mr. is, and you really played it very well."

Song Guanxing: "..."

Bo Qiao: "..."

This was the first time Bo Qiao was praised, and it wasn't the kind of flattery that closed his eyes because of his status.

Song Yuhe really felt that Bo Qiao played well.

Bo Qiao's lips moved slightly, and he looked at Song Yuhe in a daze for a long time before he murmured, "Where...how about it?"

Even if Bo Qiao is good again, he is still self-aware of his acting skills.

Half of Song Yuhe's body was in the sunlight, his eyes were like beautiful glass under the light, full of purity and sincerity.

"Anywhere is good." Song Yuhe praised, "Kind and gentle, I like Mr. Qiao, and I also like Mr."

Bo Qiao's eyes widened slightly.

Song Guanxing's face turned green, and he vaguely saw that the boomerang he threw out was stabbing towards him again.

After Song Yuhe finished boasting, he looked at Song Guanxing again, intending to become a Duan Shui master.

"You also sent the trophy to Mr.?"

In Song Yuhe's mind, the trophy represents "excellence", so Bo Qiao, who has "good" acting skills, deserves the trophy.

Song Yuhe boasted sincerely, and said to Song Guanxing: "You are also kind."

The "kind" Song Guanxing: "..."