Blame him for being too pretty

Galaxy Corporation.

Song Guanxing sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, his face full of impatience, and he kept checking the time.

Sheng Lin was so annoyed that he said directly, "Can you hurry up?"

Song Guanxing raised his eyebrows, looking like a ruffian: "This is not your company, why did you drive me away?"

"You've delayed my work." Sheng Lin said expressionlessly, "I can't continue to shoot you here."

The place where Song Guanxing was located was the filming set of the Propaganda Department of Galaxy, and a large conference room was specially set up for setting the scene. Everyone was busy, and he was the only one who occupied Shenglin's sofa with nothing to do.

"Hi." Song Guanxing was thick-skinned, still sitting as firmly as a mountain, and pulled Sheng Lin to sit down by the way, and complained to him, "Let me tell you something."

Sheng Lin asked a makeup artist to touch up his makeup and said, "I don't want to hear it."

Song Guanxing said to himself: "You said that two people get along alone in the office, is there any problem?"

Sheng Lin didn't want to talk to him at first, but Song Guanxing became irritable again as he spoke, and his brows were tightly wrinkled.

Sheng Lin hooked the corners of his lips, and said lightly: "Of course there is a problem. There are too many ways to play in the office, such as on the sofa..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Guan Xing jumped up and said angrily: "Impossible! Such a dirty thing! I killed Bao Qiao——"

"..." Sheng Lin looked at him quietly, "I mean just sleep on the sofa, if you don't use a knee pillow, what kind of rubbish is your mind full of? Dirty."

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing said coldly: "The knee pillow is not good either, look at Bo Qiao's face, is it worthy of my brother's knee pillow?"

Seeing him jumping, Sheng Lin felt better, and said softly, "Mr. Bo has such a high-class face, so of course he deserves it."

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing walked away in a huff.

Sheng Lin was finally clean.

After Song Guanxing left, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. For a while, his brain turned to the forced play in the office, and he couldn't wait any longer, so he rushed to the opposite Pucun with a sullen face.

It's just that he just walked to the first floor of Pucun when he saw Bo Qiao and Song Yuhe coming out of the elevator, and they seemed to be having a good conversation.

Song Guanxing folded his arms and leaned against the glass door, looking at the two with a half-smile, waiting to see when his younger brother would find him.

It's just that Song Yuhe only had Bo Qiao in his eyes, and he kept his head up and Bo Qiao babbling eagerly, and he didn't look aside from the corner of his eye.

Song Guanxing: "..."

Seeing that the two of them were about to pass by him, Song Guanxing finally couldn't hold back and coughed heavily.

"Cough cough cough-"

The sound was almost like coughing out the lungs, and finally attracted the attention of the two of them.

Song Yuhe said in surprise, "Brother? Why are you here?"

Bo Qiao seemed in a good mood, and glanced at him lightly, but didn't let the security guard over to chase him away.

Song Guanxing said with a fake smile, "I'll pick you up to the company."

Song Yuhe didn't think much about it, and said "oh", turned around and tugged on Bao Qiao's sleeve reluctantly, and said anxiously: "Then you really want to play with me after you're done, oh yes! Next month will It's my birthday, I really want to celebrate my birthday!"

Song Guanxing: "..."

Nonsense, you have no expectations for the birthday party at all, and you don't even bother to choose the cake.

Bo Qiao didn't know if he believed this sentence, so he nodded: "Yes, I will go."

Song Yuhe gave a few more instructions, and then he was held by Song Guanxing and left Pucun in three steps and two turns.

After getting into the car, Song Guanxing was still sulking.

Satisfied after seeing Bo Qiao, Song Yuhe finally realized that he still has an older brother, and turned his gaze to Song Guanxing.

Song Guanxing's face was gloomy. The car was obviously on automatic navigation, but he was still fiddling with the steering wheel on purpose, his brows were filled with "Come and ask me why I'm angry".

Song Yuhe asked obediently: "Is brother angry with me?"

Song Guanxing instinctively said: "How can I? I'm not angry with you."

Song Yuhe rolled his eyes.

Only then did Song Guanxing realize that he was being fooled, he endured it again and again, and couldn't help but turned his head and glared at him.

Song Yuhe coaxed him: "What's the matter?"

Song Guanxing said aggrievedly: "That Bo Qiao... always bullied me before you came back."

Song Yuhe immediately retorted: "Impossible, Mr. is a good person, he will not bully others, it must be you who bullied him."

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing said unhappily, "Hey! Why are you telling the truth?"

Song Yuhe laughed out loud, which made Song Guanxing lose his temper, and scolded him in a low voice: "The bad boy with his elbows out."

Song Guanxing and Song Yuhe finally arrived at the Song Machinery Building.

The decoration of Song's building is completely different from that of a pharmaceutical company like Pucun. There are mechanical elements everywhere, and almost all the receptionists in the lobby on the first floor are bionics.

Song Guanxing took him upstairs, guessing that he would have lunch later, he didn't let Song Yuhe visit the laboratory first, but brought him to the office, and asked his assistant to go to the staff cafeteria to pack the meals and deliver them.

Song Yuhe stayed in Bo Qiao's tall office in the morning, and now that he came to Song Guanxing's office, he instinctively compared the two.

"Brother, why don't you have the kind of floor-to-ceiling windows here, the kind that can still see the scenery."

"Your bionic mechanical element shouldn't be placed here, it looks very cumbersome, and it's not as good-looking as Mr.'s simple style."

"Brother, you..."

Song Guanxing: "..."

If he wasn't his own brother, Song Guanxing would have thrown him out long ago.

After walking around, Song Yuhe sat on the sofa and jumped up and down again, as if he was trying to figure out whether this sofa is more comfortable or Baoqiao's sofa is more comfortable.

Song Guanxing was really afraid of him, so he rushed forward to coax him: "Baby boy, what you said is too good, please don't say any more, the food will be delivered later, so keep your mouth shut."

Song Yuhe: "..."

Song Yuhe had no choice but to stop talking, and brushed his hair there.

Song Yuhe's neck is a little sensitive, and when others don't use the mask, they always pull it down, but he puts it directly on his head. Song Guanxing said that he didn't listen to it several times.

This time was no exception, Song Guanxing frowned and pulled his mask off his head, telling him, "Take it off and throw it away if you don't need it."

Song Yuhe had learned to talk back, and said in a muffled voice, "I can't find the trash can."

Song Guanxing gradually awakened to Song Yuhe's ability of yin and yang, and immediately yelled at him: "Next time I tie a trash can to you and you can find it."

Song Yuhe groaned without saying a word, and turned on his optical brain to poke and poke.

Song Guanxing was afraid that the words would be serious again, so he walked over with a guilty conscience after a while, and said flatteringly, "What is Xiao Zhi doing?"

Xiaozhi said, "I'm sending a message to my husband."

Song Guanxing: "..."

Mister again.

Mr. Mr. Mr. Tiantian, those who didn’t know thought this “Mr.” was a married “Mr.”!

Song Guanxing was sour, but he couldn't stop his younger brother from socializing, so he had to sit aside and play with his brain.

It's just that Song Guanxing was so in debt that he started sending messages to Song Yuhe even though the distance between the two was less than ten centimeters.

[Song Guanxing: Xiaozhi Xiaozhi Xiaozhi Xiaozhi]

Song Yuhe was chatting with Lu Jing, when he suddenly received a message notification, he thought it was Bo Qiao, happily clicked in, and found that it was Song Guanxing.

He frowned and turned back: "What are you doing?"

Song Guanxing bared his small white teeth: "It's nothing, I'll call you."

Song Yuhe had no choice but to turn his head away and continue to reply to Lu Jing's news.

Song Guanxing had rare eyesight, and he probably saw the murderous intent from Song Yuhe's glance back just now, so he had no choice but to start scanning the employee group aggrievedly.

Sure enough, in just one minute after Song Guanxing brought Song Yuhe into the office, someone discovered the clue, and even took a photo and posted it in the private chat group.

Song Guanxing peeked at the screen with a small phone, and clicked on the photo to take a look.

Because it was a candid shot, the angle of the photo is very strange, but it can still be seen that Song Yuhe's delicate side face is not covered by a mask.

On such a cold day, Song Guanxing probably had to pretend to be as aggressive as the wind, and he was not afraid of the cold in a suit. Standing beside the slender Song Yuhe, he seemed inexplicably safe.

That photo was taken from the angle of the two looking at each other, and Song Guanxing frantically kept the original picture.

In this day and age, news is the fastest thing that travels.

In less than half an hour, the whole company knew that the boss who had been bragging for days had finally brought Song Liuzhi, the little pumpkin master, to the company.

Song Guanxing brushed the news of the private chat group with satisfaction.

[Wish: Ahhh, no wonder the pinecone shows off every day, it's too delicate and cute! 】

[sfdf: Hahaha, she really looks like a little pumpkin in her clothes, so cute with honey]

[Like a shadow: Do you have a frontal photo?The one without the mask! 】

[Balabal: I always feel that those eyes are a bit familiar, as if I have seen them somewhere before]

[I want a holiday ah: Like a pine ball, after all, it is my brother, but I always thought that the old man in his 30 -year -old man should also be 27. Who knows that the age of pumpkin is so old? Small?Is he an adult? 】

Song Guanxing was delighted, but at the same time he was wondering what this "pine ball" meant.

The fruit of the pine tree?

Is it because I often explode?

With this doubt, he asked the special assistant.

The special assistant doesn't treat him as an outsider, and speaks bluntly and honestly: [Someone calls you Song's bastard boss behind your back, maybe it's an abbreviation. 】

Song Guanxing: "..."

What a nice employee of his.

Song Guanxing gritted his teeth and recorded those employees in his little black notebook.

The employees entertained themselves, probably because they were afraid that the chat records would be searched based on keywords, so it was like a code, Song Guanxing was a pine ball, Song Yuhe was a pumpkin, Song Guanxing, who was too disturbed to spy on the screen, wanted to eat pumpkin porridge .

After a while, the food was served.

Song Yuhe wasn't hungry either, he couldn't eat any more after eating a little, and said he wanted to go downstairs to see the laboratory.

Song Guanxing quickly finished a bowl of pumpkin porridge, and went there with him.

In the newly built laboratory, there are all kinds of top researchers dug by Song Guanxing, and many of them are drawn from Song's research team, all of them come to serve as Song Guanxing's assistants.

It's just that top-notch technicians tend to be proud and arrogant. At the beginning, they were very dissatisfied with being an assistant to a half-grown child. No matter how much money they paid, Song Guanxing didn't talk nonsense, and just let him talk to him.

Sure enough, within half a day, all the researchers agreed to come to work.

Song Yuhe was used to not being taken seriously, and he didn't know how shocking his bionic man was in the eyes of others.

The heating was fully turned on in the company, even though Song Yuhe took off his coat, he still wore a scarf. Song Guanxing was still wondering why his neck was not sensitive anymore, but after a closer look, he found that the scarf was not the one he wore in the morning.

Smelling the faint scent of mint, Song Guanxing's face turned green.

——No wonder Song Yuhe wanted to wear it but not take it off.

When Song Yuhe was observing the laboratory equipment, Song Guanxing kept staring quietly at the scarf around his neck, and he looked at him with "perverted" eyes.

The people in the laboratory came over one after another after lunch, and they were all taken aback when they saw Song Yuhe, then ran over suppressing their excitement, and whispered hello: "Song Nan...Young Master Song."

Young Master Song was probably intimidated by the name Secondary School Two, pointing at himself: "Me?"

The assistant nodded and introduced himself one by one.

"We are all your assistants."

Song Yuhe was still digesting the title, when he heard this, he looked behind and touched about ten people: "All assistants?"

He remembered that there were only three or four assistants for the professors at the Furnley University Research Institute.

"Yes." Song Guanxing said lazily from the side, "Don't you want to repair the neural network of the bionic man? This kind of work is too complicated. These big guys have researched neural networks, and the other two are ours. People in the company's bionic mechanical program research and development department."

Song Yuhe nodded dizzily: "Oh good."

He didn't understand either, but the more people helped, the sooner 57 could be repaired, so he didn't reject it anymore.

After Song Guanxing took him to see it, he gave some advice to several old employees before leaving.

Song Yuhe is interested in all instruments, chatting with him enthusiastically.

The assistants checked the equipment at their respective locations, and even set up a group where Song Yuhe couldn't see, chatting quietly.

【Reason: I declare that the picture wearing a mask just now is a scumbag, and now this is the real pumpkin essence [picture]]

[Storm:? ?In such a short time, you added filters and edited the picture? 】

【Reason: Presumptuous, how can such a look belittle a fairy with a filter? ! 】

[Guangming: I didn't expect, I didn't expect that one day I would be willing to be an assistant for a child who is not yet an adult. He is too strong, he is too strong!I really want to touch him! 】

[Magetor: Wait, do you want to touch him, or the young master? 】

【bright:? ? ? ? ?Am I so dirty? 】

Song Yuhe didn't know what "taboo" topics those assistants who pretended to be personal were talking about. After strolling around with him, the day was almost over.

The lab hadn't started research yet, and as soon as five o'clock arrived, the assistants reluctantly greeted Song Yuhe and left. Song Yuhe had nothing to do, so he took him upstairs to wait for Song Guanxing.

Song Guanxing was still having a meeting in the conference room, so Song Yuhe had to sit on the sofa outside the conference room and draw a virtual picture of the neural network with him.

His neural network is very similar to that of 57, and a rough neural network diagram can be drawn easily.

Song Yuhe approached him and asked curiously, "Can you roughly know where the damage is?"

He glanced at Song Yuhe's watch in embarrassment: "It may be necessary to disassemble the brain neuron program of the bionic person and check it separately."

Song Yuhe immediately refused: "No."

He looked at him quietly.

"Don't dismantle him." Song Yuhe had an instinctive fear of dismantling 57. He clutched the watch in his hand, unconsciously moved away from him, and said in fear, "I... I will let my brother do it for you." I found other androids who have damaged the neural network to do experiments, don't dismantle my 57."

If the neuron program of the bionic human brain supplement is disassembled, then 57 is the largest experimental subject in this experiment.

Experimental subjects represent failure.

Song Yuhe couldn't accept that 57 was broken by him.

At this time, he said softly: "Okay, let's not dismantle him, and repair 57 after we have fully mastered the technology of repairing neural networks, okay?"

Song Yuhe nodded and got closer to him.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked Song Yuhe's head, and said lightly: "You will definitely fix him."

Song Yuhe always felt that this sentence was weird, but he liked to hear it very much, and unconsciously smiled at him.

The people who came and went tried their best not to let their eyes glance over there, but they still couldn't resist Song Yuhe and him. He was exquisite and beautiful, and the other was handsome and elegant, which made it impossible for people to ignore them.

The company's private chat group became chaotic again.

After a while, Song Guanxing finally finished the meeting.

Song Guanxing is the most annoying boss. In the morning, he sleeps until he wakes up naturally, and then lazily comes to work. The work piles up until he can't finish it, which will take up other people's off-duty time.

Pine cones, well deserved.

But this time, Song Guanxing finally realized with his conscience that after the meeting, he didn't procrastinate as slowly as before. He packed up his things quickly and rushed out of the meeting room faster than other employees who were rushing to the MRT.

Everyone: "..."

see hell.

As soon as Song Guanxing came out, he saw Song Yuhe obediently sitting on the sofa waiting for him, his heart melted, and he stepped forward with a smile: "Go, go home."

Song Yuhe stood up: "Go home."

Song Guanxing was overjoyed by this ordinary response, and was overjoyed to take his brother home.

Song Yuhe was unwilling to experiment with 57, so the next day Song Guanxing found some scrapped bionics with damaged neural networks from Song's factory and sent them to the laboratory for Song Yuhe to do experiments on.

These assistants who have worked in the society for many years are much more experienced than the immature students in the university, and they don't think that Song Yuhe is a kid who can only play tricks because of his age.

After all, even if Song Yuhe doesn't know anything about other things, just him alone is an achievement that no one can achieve in a lifetime.

Everyone followed him eagerly all day long, hoping to learn some skills about the bionic program and Liuyin manufacturing from him.

Song Yuhe didn't think there was anything to hide about these things at all, as long as someone asked him, he would obediently say it, even if he didn't understand, he wouldn't get angry, and patiently explained it over and over again.

The assistants in the entire laboratory were flattered, and their favorability towards him soared even higher.

Song Yuhe's life is very fulfilling. Every morning, he goes out with his brother to the company to do neural network repair experiments. In his spare time, he chats with Bao Qiao every day. Although he can't see each other, he can make video calls once every two or three days. The river can be happy for a long time.

After working for about a week, Song Yuhe and Song Guanxing went home together, when a message suddenly came from Guangnao on the way.

As soon as there was news, Song Yuhe instinctively thought it was Bo Qiao, and this time was no exception. He opened the door in surprise and found that it was a message from an assistant in the laboratory.

Song Yuhe hesitated for a moment and clicked to take a look.

[Reason: Master, may I take the liberty to ask you a question? 】

Song Yuhe replied seriously: [After get off work, you don't have to be busy with work, go home and have a good rest. 】

Reason has been exploited by Song Guanxing's pine cone for so many years, and he has never seen such a person who is unwilling to talk about work during off-duty time, and tears filled his eyes, and he replied.

[Reason: No, I want to ask you a very personal question. 】

[If you do this again, I will call the police: Oh, ok, tell me. 】

Reason hesitated for a long time before timidly sending a word.

[Reason: Do you...do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend? 】

Song Yuhe didn't defend himself, and replied: 【No. 】

Reason burst into ecstasy, and asked cautiously.

【Reason: Then... what do you think of me? 】

[If you do this again, I will call the police: You are very good, you record data very quickly, you are very good at inferring other cases from one instance, and it is very easy to use in the laboratory. 】

In short, you are a tool person.

Reason: "..."

Reason didn't believe in evil, and asked bluntly again: [Cough, can I pursue you then? 】

[If you do this again, I will call the police: Chasing me? 】

【Reason: Well, I want to pursue you and be my boyfriend. 】

Song Yuhe: "???"

Song Yuhe was always complained by 57, saying "you are not a heartthrob" and "not everyone will like you", and as time passed, he also felt that he might not be that attractive.

This is the first time anyone has confessed to him.

Before Song Yuhe could react, 57 exploded directly, furiously said: "Bastard! I'll go over there tomorrow and kill him!!! No wonder he always runs around behind you every day!!! It turns out that he has no good intentions!"

Song Yuhe felt a little strange: "Well, is that so?"

Running around after others every day, I just like it, do you want to pursue it?

Then he to Mr....

Probably because Song Yuhe was too thorough, Song Guanxing noticed it, and asked strangely: "What's wrong?"

Song Yuhe didn't shy away either, and said, "Someone confessed to me and wanted me to be his boyfriend."

Song Guanxing: "????"

Song Guanxing's voice was trembling, and he said tremblingly, "You... what do you think?"

He didn't dare to intervene in Song Yuhe's social life openly, just like he hated Bo Qiao approaching Song Yuhe no matter how much he hated, and he never stopped two people in the open, lest Song Yuhe would feel unhappy.

But now, Song Guanxing felt that he might not be able to bear it anymore.

Song Yuhe said casually: "I didn't think much about it, I think he is a good person."

He said it again and sent a message: [You are a good person. 】

Reason: "..."

Cried.

After Song Yuhe politely refused, he began to think about Bao Qiao's dialogue box again.

With his posture, is he also pursuing Bo Qiao?