Blame him for being too pretty

Song Yuhe looked over suspiciously: "Sir?"

Bo Qiao bent down and said, "The water has fallen, I'll pick it up."

Qin Xian in front said, "My shoelaces are untied."

Song Guanxing's seat was large, and he lay down on it directly, without being noticed by Song Yuhe who turned around.

Song Yuhe didn't think much about it and continued watching the movie.

Since the bloody head started, the seemingly calm but weird plot that had been paved for half an hour finally started to get to the point. Bo Qiao was so frightened by the weird sound effects and ghost shadows that passed by from time to time that he dropped "water" again and again, wishing to bury his head in the Can't get up in the knee.

Qin Xian is probably in the same state, and Bo Huacai has been giving him cold eyes all the time.

Song Guanxing was fine, with his hands clasped on his waist and abdomen, his face was full of Buddha's light, and he never sat up at all.

Outside of the cinema, the three men confidently feel that horror movies are all fiction and nothing to fear.

They didn't watch it before because they didn't like to watch it, not because they were afraid.

But after watching a horror movie in a movie theater for the first time, the three of them unanimously cast aside their superficial and pretentious selves.

——It’s cowardly.

To the surprise of the three, Song Yuhe and Bo Huacai were very keen on horror movies. From the very beginning, they sat in their chairs and stared at the screen intently, fearing not to miss a single scene.

This kind of boldness made Bao Qiao, Qin Xian and Song Guanxing extremely envious.

During this period of time, after Song Yuhe saw his favorite movie, he would always talk to Bo Qiao about the details of the movie, seeing how excited he was staring at the screen, Bo always felt that he could bear it a little longer.

At least you have to understand the plot, so that when Song Yuhe talks about the plot with him in high spirits later, you won't be able to explain it, which will disappoint him.

After Bo Qiaoqiang pretended to be calm and cleaned up the feeling of being scared enough, he quickly revived with full blood—probably because the adrenaline rush of being scared made him have the illusion that he would definitely not be scared again.

It is easy to suppress emotions, but fear is a bit difficult to control for a while.

Bo Qiao was stunned for a while, and in the end even Song Yuhe, who was concentrating on watching the movie, noticed something was wrong with him, so he leaned over and whispered, "Sir, are you scared?"

How could the handsome boss admit that he was afraid of horror movies, Bo Qiao pretended to be calm: "No, I'm not afraid."

Just a little scary.

"But you're sweating." Song Yuhe stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat from Boqiao's forehead, and said worriedly, "Why don't we stop watching?"

Bo Qiao remained expressionless: "It's okay, keep watching."

Song Yuhe had no choice but to continue watching.

In the second half of the movie, there are more shots of surprises and surprises. Bo Qiao didn't want to hide too clearly, so he could only squint his eyes and look through the slits of his eyelashes.

An old rhombic glass is being placed on the movie screen. The protagonist raises his hand and carefully wipes off the dirt on it. Even the lens is a little dusty. You need to open your eyes and look hard to see clearly.

Bo Qiao thought she was crying from fright, so she tried to open her eyes.

Suddenly there was a bang sound in the movie, and before Bo Qiao had time to startle, he felt a warm hand gently cover his eyes.

Bo Qiao was taken aback.

Song Yuhe concentrated on watching the ghost image that suddenly appeared on the screen, his eyes were full of joy, but his hand was covering Bao Qiao's eyes, and he didn't move his hand until the camera passed.

"It's okay." Song Yuhe leaned over and said with bright eyes, "If there is something scary, I will block your eyes in advance."

Bo Qiao stared at him blankly, and then whispered after a while, "How did you know in advance that there would be a scary scene?"

"It's very simple." Song Yuhe whispered casually while watching the screen again and again, "After watching the first half, I know the director's camera and shooting techniques, and I also know how scary he will be."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao was amazed.

Song Yuhe kept his promise, and whenever there was a horrible and bloody scene in the second half, he would reach out his hand in time to cover Bao Qiao's eyes.

Bo Qiao originally came to watch a horror movie, but for some reason, Song Yuhe's little trick made his ears turn red, and those who didn't know thought he was watching a romance movie.

Song Guanxing caught a glimpse of his younger brother's little hand covering Bao Qiao's face that needed a beating from the gap in the back of the chair, and he was so angry that he slapped his chest.

"No, I have to think of a way."

Song Guanxing had a very sense of crisis, and after lying down for a long time, he still felt unbearable—if he was Bao Qiao, whose eyes were covered intimately while watching a horror movie, he would definitely have a deep-rooted love for Song Yuhe.

After all, his younger brother is so beautiful, lovely, warm and caring.

Song Guanxing wears an [-]-degree filter to judge others by himself, and feels that his brother is a heartthrob who everyone loves. If Bao Qiao is still not attracted to him after getting along with him, there must be a certain obstacle in his function.

Song Guanxing sneered, and sneaked up from the chair, trying not to glance at the screen as much as possible, planning to do something bad.

Bo Qiao was covered four or five times in a row, all perfectly avoiding the scary scenes, and gradually began to watch movies openly.

"It's nothing to be afraid of." Bo Qiao thought like a wolf with a big tail.

The movie soon came to the end. The protagonist frantically stumbled and ran out from the tree-lined road in the deep mountains and old forests, and the dark background gradually brightened.

Not far away there is a white spot of light, which seems to be the end of the dark road.

Bo Qiao also couldn't help raising his heart, and clasped the armrest tightly with his hands.

At this moment, the protagonist's body suddenly stopped, and he turned his head in horror, only to find that a scrawny hand was grabbing his wrist, refusing to let him go.

At the same time, Bao Qiao's wrist resting on the armrest was suddenly grabbed by a cold hand and pulled back violently.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao jumped up on the spot, almost throwing himself on Song Yuhe.

"what--"

Qin Xian in front was not frightened by the movie, but was so frightened by Bao Qiao's uncontrollable scream that he threw himself into Bo Huacai's arms, unable to hold on any longer.

"I don't want to watch it! Go home!"

Bo Huacai: "..."

Song Yuhe was stunned by the bump, instinctively hugging him and looking back, he happened to meet Song Guanxing who had not had time to lie down after doing bad things.

Song Yuhe: "..."

Song Guanxing: "..."

The two stared at each other in the dark cinema.

Bo Qiao looked back tremblingly at the "monster" who grabbed his hand, and found out that it was Song Guanxing, he was both angry and happy.

He scolded angrily: "Song Guanxing, you bastard..."

I don't even have the strength to curse.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Song Guanxing smiled flatteringly at Song Yuhe: "What a coincidence, you guys are watching a movie too. I just dropped my brain on the floor and was looking for it in the dark. I didn't expect to bump into Mr. Bo. I'm sorry. .”

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao scolded: "Get out!"

Song Yuhe wasn't in the mood to watch a movie either, and while patting Bo Qiao's back that was terrified enough, he asked Song Guanxing: "Then you found it, do you need me to find it for you?"

Song Guanxing picked up the optical brain: "No need, I have already found it."

Bo Qiao sat on the seat and controlled the urge to roll her eyes.

Only Song Yuhe would believe his nonsense.

Song Guanxing said with a smile: "Mr. Bo, it's just a movie. As for being scared like this, you don't have any masculinity at all."

Bo Qiao looked at him coldly, with an imposing manner.

——If his hands hanging by the side didn't shake, he would definitely have more momentum.

Song Guanxing said this, as if he was not among the people who screamed together at the beginning.

After such a fuss, the end credits started to play, and Bo Qiao was completely relieved, sweat was all over his forehead, and even his lips were a little pale.

It was purely frightened by Song Guanxing.

Song Guanxing was overjoyed seeing Bo Qiao's cowardly appearance, and thought that after seeing Bo Qiao's unpromising side, Song Yuhe must be disappointed in this stinky man.

He waited patiently for Song Yuhe's reaction.

Unexpectedly, Song Yuhe was worried about the "delicate" Mr. Bo, and he didn't feel the slightest disgust because Bo Qiao was frightened to jump up. He even took out a tissue, leaned forward and gently gave Bo Qiao Qiao wiped his sweat.

"It's okay." Song Yuhe comforted him, "It's all fake, don't be scared."

Bo Qiao pursed her lips uncomfortably, her body froze for a long time, but she still didn't push away Song Yuhe's warm hand.

A strong man who rarely shows his vulnerable side hits the bull's-eye.

Song Yuhe's favorability increased instead of falling, and he liked Mr. Bo even more.

Song Guanxing: "..."

At the end of the movie, the five people left the movie hall with different thoughts.

Qin Xian and Bo Huacai still had arrangements behind them, and after saying hello to each other, they left side by side.

You can still hear Qin now chattering from a long distance: "I'm afraid it's human nature? Is it not bad for me? Yes, right? Your brother is also afraid of being like that. You really don't think I'm useless, do you? "

Bo Huacai sneered: "My brother is useless in the first place."

Qin Xian: "..."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao pretended not to hear, turned his head to Song Yuhe and said, "Go home?"

Song Yuhe was so engrossed in watching that he didn't eat much popcorn, but he didn't want to waste it, so he stuffed a handful into his mouth and said vaguely, "Yeah, go home."

Song Guanxing disturbed the "date" between Bo Qiao and Song Yuhe, and he didn't bother anymore, watching them leave reluctantly.

It was past ten o'clock when the two returned home, and Song Yuhe also knew that Bo Qiao was afraid of horror movies, so he thoughtfully did not talk to him about the details, and obediently went to bed after washing up.

But before he fell asleep, there was a light knock on the door.

Song Yuhe got out of bed rubbing his eyes in a daze, opened the door and found Bo Qiao standing at the door, hesitant to speak all over his face.

"What's the matter?" Song Yuhe yawned and asked with strength.

Bo Qiao's idol burden is too heavy, normally even his sister would find it hard to see his fragile side, but I don't know if it was because of his jumping into Song Yuhe's arms in the movie theater today that made him completely give up on himself. After hesitating at the door for a long time, he said coldly with that strong and indifferent bossy face, "I... the light in my room is broken, can I make do with you for a night?"

After he finished speaking, the roots of his ears turned red, and he cursed himself for being useless.

Useless useless!

Song Yuhe didn't think much of it at all, and said in a daze, "Huh? The light is broken, shall I fix it for you?"

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao was a little embarrassed, before he thought of how to respond, Song Yuhe yawned again, reached out and grabbed Bao Qiao's pajama sleeve, and said in a daze, "But I'm so sleepy now, sir, let's make do for the night first."

After speaking, Wei Wei exerted some force, and dragged Bao Qiao into the room.

Bo Qiao: "..."

It wasn't until he was dragged into the warm quilt by Song Yuhe that Bo Qiao suddenly came back to his senses, leaning against the edge of the bed uncomfortably so as not to touch him.

But as soon as Bao Qiao got close to the edge of the bed, he vaguely felt that there seemed to be a hand at the bottom of the bed scratching upwards, as if he would be dragged down by that cold hand if he got closer.

Bo Qiao closed his eyes and thought about it for a long time, and finally decided to rub it in.

He originally wanted to find someone brave enough to be by his side because of the sequelae of horror movies, so he couldn't sleep because of his own brain power.

Thinking of this, Bao Qiao moved in and then moved again.

Finally, he finally fell asleep in the middle of the bed, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Song Yuhe, who had already fallen asleep, turned over slightly, threw himself into his arms in a daze, tugged at the hem of his pajamas, sniffed the familiar mint fragrance, and continued to sleep contentedly .

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao almost jumped up.

At this moment, the optical brain on his wrist vibrated, and it was Song Guanxing who sent him a message.

[Song Guanxing: Hey hey, I wish you a good night's sleep tonight, the dream is full of ghosts who grabbed your hands and feet. 】

Bo Qiao: "..."

childish.

But according to Song Guanxing's cowardly behavior, maybe he won't be able to sleep well tonight.

Fifty steps with a hundred steps.

Bo Qiao didn't want to talk to him, but Song Guanxing deserved a beating too much. He was woken up by the nightmare and didn't want to make Bo Qiao feel better. He kept sending him some detailed pictures from today's horror movie.

Bo Qiao endured and endured, but in the end he couldn't hold back, and coldly took out the optical computer and turned on the camera.

"Crack."

After Song Guanxing finished rinsing Bo Qiao, he finally felt refreshed. He happily took a sleeping pill and was about to go to bed. In a flash, he received a message.

He hummed a song and turned on his optical brain, to see how that fellow Bo Qiao would turn on him after leaving Song Yuhe.

Bo Qiao sent a photo.

Song Guanxing opened it casually.

[Bo Sanqiao: [Picture] Did you see it? !I didn't say anything, he took the initiative to lean on me to sleep!Do you have this treatment? 】

——In the accompanying picture, there is only a fluffy hair leaning against the soft pillow. Although he doesn't show his face, it can be seen at a glance that it is Song Yuhe, and from the shooting point of view, he is sleeping curled up in someone else's arms.

Song Guanxing: "?????"