Blame him for being too pretty

After Bo Qiao copied the message that Song Guanxing sent him to show off, he put down his brain contentedly, and fell into a deep sleep under the faint fragrance of roses.

I don't know if it's because Song Yuhe is not afraid of the sense of security given to him by horror movies. After falling asleep, Bo Qiao didn't have any nightmares, and slept peacefully.

Just when he thought he would sleep until early morning, the doorbell of the villa rang suddenly in the middle of the night.

The doorbell and the doorbell in the living room are all connected to the home program in Boqiao's room. Originally, they couldn't hear it in Song Yuhe's room.

Bo Qiao was woken abruptly.

Song Yuhe was also dazedly pawing at the quilt, so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes and muttered, "What's the matter?"

Bo Qiao frowned and looked at the time, it was 01:30 in the morning.

There are eighteen missed calls from Song Guanxing on the optical computer with the mute turned on.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao knew who the grandson who disturbed Qingmeng outside was.

"Go on to sleep first." Bo Qiao got out of bed with a sullen face, and turned on the light while wearing slippers.

Probably seeing a light come on, the knocking on the door finally stopped.

Bo Qiao suppressed the anger of being woken up, and walked out of the yard expressionlessly.

The rose is full of water drops, crumbling.

Outside the half railing door of the villa is the grandson of Song Guanxing.

He hung on to the two railings and looked in eagerly, as if he was in prison and was being visited.

"What are you doing?" Bo Qiao said impatiently, "A disturbing dream in the middle of the night."

Song Guanxing didn't know whether he was cold or frightened, his face turned pale, and he said tremblingly, "Quickly, open the door and let me in! There seems to be, there are..."

"There is a ghost chasing me from behind", he can't say anything about the embarrassing thing.

But this frightened little pitiful appearance really made people feel compassion.

Bo Qiao rolled his eyes at him, but his heart was too soft, even a guy like Song Guanxing who was paid a thousand dollars was not cruel enough to turn him away in the middle of the night, and opened the door to let him in with a bad face.

As soon as Song Guanxing came in, he immediately changed his poor attitude, ignoring Bo Qiao, and rushed in, extremely arrogant.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao angrily locked the door and followed inside.

Song Yuhe was so noisy that he couldn't sleep for a while, rubbed his eyes and walked out, bumped into Song Guanxing head-on and was stunned for a moment, confused: "Why are you here?"

Song Guanxing became well-behaved in a second, and said softly: "I live nearby, and the power and water supply suddenly went out at home. I want to come here for a night and leave tomorrow."

Bo Qiao walked in from the outside expressionlessly, and gave Song Guanxing a cold look.

"We are good friends." Song Guanxing was afraid that Song Yuhe would think that he had ulterior motives, so he took the initiative to embrace Bo Qiao by his shoulders, and said with a smile, "I even gave him an airline some time ago, just for a while. San Qiao won't be so stingy, will he?"

He did this moral kidnapping very slickly. Bo Qiao, who didn't know that he was being sent to the airline, couldn't help but rolled his eyes, thinking that I would change the communication ID later.

San Qiao's ID is dirty.

"Oh." Fortunately, Song Yuhe believed in everything and didn't doubt anything. He rubbed his eyes again and frowned uncomfortably.

Before Song Guanxing could respond, Bo Qiao shook off his hand, walked up to Song Yuhe and lowered his head: "Did the eyelashes get in your eyes?"

Song Yuhe nodded vaguely: "Yes."

Bo Qiao frowned and pulled away Song Yuhe's hand that was still rubbing, and looked carefully for a long time before getting out the evil eyelash: "Don't rub your eyes indiscriminately afterwards, it is easy to get infected when you touch dirty things."

Song Yuhe still felt uncomfortable and was about to raise his hands to rub again, but he obediently put down his hands when he heard this: "Okay, I won't rub anymore."

Song Guanxing: "..."

When Bo Qiao went to show Song Yuhe's eyes, Song Guanxing's fist hardened. He instinctively wanted to rush up and knock Bo Qiao away, but he was afraid of hurting Song Yuhe's eyes, so he had to endure it forcefully.

Until now, Song Guanxing finally stepped forward, pretending to be relaxed and hugged Song Yuhe's shoulders, and said with a smile: "Bo Qiao still has class tomorrow morning, I'm afraid he won't sleep well, and I like to sleep late in the morning. Yuhe, let me sleep in your room tonight."

Bo Qiao stared at him coldly.

Song Guanxing pretended not to hear, and pushed Song Yuhe, who still wanted to say something, back to the room.

Bo Qiao was so angry that he went back to his room with a cold face.

Except for Bo Qiao, Song Yuhe has never slept with anyone else. After returning to his room, he found a new set of bear pajamas and handed it to Song Guanxing: "Can you wear my pajamas?"

For Song Guanxing, a tyrant who also claims to be in charge of the lifeline of the entire interstellar economy, this kind of bear pajamas can be regarded as childish. He had never worn such cute pajamas when he was three years old.

But when he thought that it was Song Yuhe's, Song Guan Xingdian took it over, wishing he could put it on and show off in front of Bo Qiao.

"Okay, okay, very cute." Song Guanxing changed into it happily.

"Yeah." Song Yuhe was so sleepy that his eyelids were clenched, he was still holding on and said to him, "You can close the curtains so that you can sleep well tomorrow morning, and there are toothbrushes in the cabinet below. a replacement..."

Song Guanxing was originally sitting on the messy bed waiting for Song Yuhe to come up to sleep, seeing that he kept telling himself about tomorrow, he vaguely had a bad premonition.

"Haha, why don't you go to sleep first." Song Guanxing forced a smile and said, "We can discuss these things tomorrow."

Song Yuhe finally finished exhorting, hugged the rose in the vase by his bedside, shook his head and said: "Tomorrow I will get up early to go to the research institute, the movement may be a bit loud, so I can't disturb your late sleep."

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing's face turned green: "You...you have just been discharged from the hospital, so don't be in such a hurry to go to the research institute. Besides, isn't the mechanical competition over?"

"I want to study how to repair the damaged neural network." Song Yuhe replied obediently, "Go to bed first."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Song Guanxing hurriedly said, "Are there any other tidy rooms in this villa?"

"No." Song Yuhe said, "I'm going to sleep with my husband."

Song Guanxing: "???"

After Song Yuhe finished speaking, he said "good night" to him, and left with Rose in his arms.

Only Song Guanxing was left alone in the empty room.

Song Guanxing was trembling in his heart.

Obviously...it shouldn't be like this.

It wasn't until this time that Song Guanxing finally discovered a creepy problem.

It seemed that every time he wanted to mess with these two, it was because of his boomerang that they became closer and closer.

Song Guanxing suddenly had a fear that was worse than having a nightmare while watching a horror movie.

Song Yuhe didn't know that his brother's heart was falling apart, so he knocked on Baoqiao's door with a rose in his arms.

Bo Qiao: "Come in."

Song Yuhe pushed open the door and saw that Bo Qiao was sitting on a chair reading a book with the bedside lamp on, as if he didn't intend to sleep.

Song Yuhe asked doubtfully, "Why don't you sleep, Mister?"

Bo Qiao thought coldly that I was going to read a book all night to numb myself, so as not to have nightmares in the middle of the night and be caught by ghosts.

"I don't really want to sleep—what are you doing here?"

Song Yuhe showed him the rose in his arms, and said dully: "I was going to make do with my husband for the night. If you want to read a book, I, I'll make do with the sofa for the night."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao closed the book and said, "This book is too boring, I'm sleepy again."

After he finished speaking, he was a little annoyed that he had changed too quickly.

But soon Bo Qiao realized that with Song Yuhe's personality, he couldn't see any problems at all. No matter how fast he became, as long as he gave a suitable reason, Song Yuhe would foolishly believe it.

Thinking of this, Bo Qiao finally relaxed.

Song Yuhe really believed it, he was overjoyed, turned over and put the roses on the bedside table, lifted the quilt and got inside with ease.

"Mister, come quickly." Song Yuhe waved to Bao Qiao who was going to dress up before going to bed, "The mattress is so warm."

Bo Qiao went to bed in a daze.

Originally, Bo Qiao was not sleepy because of Song Guanxing's anger, but when he vaguely heard Song Guanxing pounding the bed in the next room, a secret joy emerged in his heart, and he took that sound as white noise, and finally fell asleep in the scent of roses.

Song Guanxing was irritable all night, and even felt that he might as well stay at home honestly, no matter how aggrieved he was, he would have the excuse of "I can't make it through for the time being, even if they sleep together, I can't help it" to comfort himself.

It's not like now, knowing that the two of them are sleeping next door, but they can't do anything because they worry about Song Yuhe.

Song Guanxing no longer had an excuse to comfort himself, he could only toss back and forth on the Song Yuhe bed for an unknown amount of time before falling asleep exhausted.

In the dream, Song Guanxing became a melon watcher, squatting in the melon field in the middle of the night.

A Chinese cabbage grew in the endless melon field.

The cabbage is so beautiful, the snow-white cabbage is more delicate than the top-grade jade, and it is crystal clear under the moonlight, making melon watchers hold their faces and stare eagerly, wishing to see it forever.

But what's so hateful is that there is always a surnamed Bo who sneaks into the cabbage from every corner of the darkness, "baji" kisses each other, and "clicks" each other, so angry that the melon-watchers vomit old blood again and again, but they can't stop it at all Thin Yun who sees every stitch.

What made Song Guanxing even more angry was that the cabbage even took the initiative to run after Bo Yun, like a three or four-year-old child with short legs, shouting, "Sir!"

"gentlemen!"

Song Guanxing was furious: "Sir, what a ghost—"

Song Guanxing woke up from anger.

Song Guanxing is a character who likes to sleep late. Sometimes he plays games until midnight, and when he wakes up the next morning, he starts eating lunch.

But sleeping this time made Song Guanxing very painful. After waking up, he looked at the time and found that it was only seven o'clock.

He only slept for three hours.

There was a faint sound coming from outside the living room, as if someone was cooking.

Song Guanxing didn't get enough sleep, his face was full of depression, he opened the door and went out with a sullen face, planning to quarrel with Bao Qiao before talking.

But when he opened the door, the first thing he saw was Song Yuhe holding fried eggs.

Song Guanxing was taken aback for a moment, and quickly withdrew his cannibalistic expression, and forced a smile: "Morning."

"Morning." Song Yuhe said in surprise, "Don't you want to sleep late?"

Song Guanxing randomly searched for reasons: "I suddenly remembered that the company still has a meeting in the morning, so I got up early."

Song Yuhe didn't doubt it either. After putting down the fried egg, he frowned and said, "But we didn't know you had to get up early, so we didn't prepare breakfast for you."

At this time, Bo Qiao came out of the kitchen, looked at Song Guanxing with a haggard face and dark circles with a half smile, "It's okay, he has to go to a meeting in a hurry, so he won't eat breakfast."

Song Yuhe said, "Oh oh."

He looked at Song Guanxing with pity, and felt so pitiful, because the company couldn't even eat breakfast during the meeting.

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing gritted his teeth silently, went to wash and change his clothes with a sullen face, holding his tie and wishing he could directly strangle Bao Qiao to death.

He sullenly wanted to leave, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt annoyed, Song Guanxing was not a character willing to suffer, so after thinking about it, he turned around while changing his shoes and said, "Yuhe, are you free tomorrow?"

Song Yuhe was eating fried eggs, and looked up suspiciously: "Tomorrow? There should be."

Before he finished speaking, Bo Qiao sat across from Song Yuhe with his breakfast, tapped Song Yuhe's plate with his chopsticks, and said calmly: "Don't you still need to test two data, can you finish the test in one day today? "

Song Yuhe was an idiot, he followed Bo Qiao's words and thought for a while: "That's right, I will test another set of data tomorrow."

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing was about to die of anger, but he had figured it out last night, even if he was mad at himself, he could not provoke Bao Qiao again, lest his boomerang get stuck in him, and he would assist the two of them.

"Alright." Song Guanxing said through gritted teeth, "There is a rose garden in the botanical garden with many beautiful flowers. I wanted to take you to see it."

He didn't have much hope that Song Yuhe would want to see it, after all he gave him a villa full of roses, Song Yuhe even resisted the temptation and directly refused.

Song Guanxing was about to leave in a daze, but he heard Song Yuhe happily say: "Botanical Garden? Okay, let's go, I'll work overtime tonight to test the data, and we'll go see roses together tomorrow."

Song Guanxing was overjoyed: "Really?"

"That's right." Song Yuhe instinctively liked it when he heard "Botanical Garden Rose Garden", nodded his head, "I want to go."

Song Guanxing was overjoyed, couldn't hold back his vanity for a moment, looked at Bo Qiao triumphantly, and said eccentrically, "Mr. Bo has a class tomorrow, what a pity, I wanted to invite you to go with me."

Bo Qiao finished her breakfast slowly, and looked at Song Guanxing with a half-smile.

Song Guanxing's heart skipped a beat, thinking that something was wrong.

Why couldn't he hold back and started to provoke Bo Qiao again.

Sure enough, Song Yuhe said suspiciously: "Tomorrow is Teacher's Day, sir, you have one day off and you don't have classes."

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Yuhe looked at Bo Qiao expectantly, and asked eagerly, "Sir, do you want to go to the botanical garden together?"

Song Guanxing was at a place Song Yuhe couldn't see, shaking his head like a rattle towards Bo Qiao, wanting him not to disturb the two-person world of himself and his brother.

Bo Qiao gracefully put the fork on the plate, hooked her thin lips, and said with a faint smile, "Okay, let's play together."

Song Guanxing: "..."

I will kill Bo Qiao.