Blame him for being too pretty

Song Guanxing had finished inhaling the oxygen, and said in a breathless voice, "Xiao Zhi, we, we are still young, so we are not allowed to fall in love early."

Song Yuhe thought for a while, and asked seriously: "Then when can I fall in love?"

Song Guanxing was about to inhale oxygen again, and Song Yuhe's reaction obviously meant that there was someone who wanted to fall in love, and looking at his social circle, the best candidate was definitely Bo Qiao who was "Mr. Mr. Tiantian".

Song Guanxing almost wanted to say "You will always be a child", but after thinking about it, he felt that he was too arbitrary to attract his younger brother's liking, so he could only hold his heart, and tentatively said: "Who is the person who confessed to you just now? "

Anyway, it's not Bo Qiao who is tired like a dog now.

"The assistant in the laboratory." Song Yuhe said obediently, "I have no feelings for him, and I don't even remember what his face looks like."

I just remember being a very useful tool.

Song Guanxing gritted his teeth silently, thinking that he would be fired tomorrow.

The two returned home, Song Yuhe skillfully cut a rose in the rose garden, held it thoughtfully and walked home.

Song Guanxing still enjoys the small things like going home with his younger brother. He parked his car and chatted with Song Yuhe while carrying the rose cakes he bought on the way.

Usually Song Yuhe would listen carefully to his elder brother's speech, and catch up with a few words from time to time, but now he didn't know if he was shocked by that "pursuit", his face was full of dismay while walking on the road, and his answers to questions were very perfunctory.

Song Guanxing grabbed Song Yuhe's shoulders and said unhappily, "Student Song Liuzhi, brother is talking to you."

Song Liuzhi was knocked back to his senses, "Oh oh" twice: "I'm listening."

Song Guanxing questioned: "Then what did I just say?"

Song Yuhe repeated obediently: "You said that this flower cake seems to have been produced for more than an hour. If it doesn't taste good, you have to buy other people's stores."

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing was a little guilty, he was stunned by Song Yuhe and was shocked by his single-mindedness, and never dared to ask such a self-defeating question again.

The two finally arrived at the garden of the villa. Xiang Jiu was watching the sunset in the garden. He absent-mindedly fiddled with the rose petals on the table, not knowing what he was thinking.

As soon as Song Yuhe stepped through the door, he waved to her: "We're back."

Xiang Jiu's lost appearance changed in an instant, her slack eyes shone slightly, and she looked like she suddenly had seven souls and eight souls, she said happily: "I'm back, I thought you wouldn't go home for dinner .”

Song Yuhe stepped forward and handed Xiang Jiu a daily rose, coaxing her skillfully: "Mom's cooking is so delicious, of course I want to go home for dinner every day."

Xiang Jiu pursed her lips and kept laughing.

Song Guanxing interjected: "I also bought flower cakes, eat them while they're hot."

"What kind of flower cake?" Xiang Jiu frowned and said, "I'll make it if you want to eat it. I don't know if the cake outside is dry or not."

Song Guanxing choked for a moment, and didn't dare to fool around, he muttered, "This one is really delicious."

Xiang Jiu didn't care, anyway, anything that was not made under her nose was not clean.

She picked up the newly picked rose petals and happily made flower cakes.

Song Yuhe's ID has already been changed to Song Liuzhi, but the communication ID is still changed by that Bao Qiao [I will call the police if you do this again].

Song Guanxing changed it to "I love my brother" when he replaced him with a new optical computer, but the next day Song Yuhe found out that he had changed it back, which made Song Guanxing very angry.

Song Yuhe and Song Guanxing shared a flower cake and then wandered back to their room. They opened the search box of the optical brain, and began to search - "pursuit".

The first one that popped up was【[-] things you need to know about chasing gods/goddesses】[Advertisement]

Song Yuhe hesitated for a moment, then went in awkwardly, sat at the desk and picked up a pen to make selection criteria.

[The first one, stick to ta, a good morning and good night every day, pay attention to keep warm when changing seasons, bring an umbrella when it rains, pay attention to sun protection in the sun...]

Song Yuhe tried his best to comprehend it, opened the chat window between himself and Bao Qiao, and scrolled up almost all the messages he sent to Bo Qiao.

[If you do this again, I will call the police: Good morning sir, the roses are blooming really well today, I really want to send you one]

[If you do this again, I will call the police: Good night, sir, it would be great if I dreamed of you in my dream]

Bo Qiao is too busy, sometimes he will reply with [um] [good], and sometimes he will not respond for several days. Looking at the chat records, Song Yuhe inexplicably feels that he seems to be something he can't ask for... "Lick the dog" ? ——It seems to be called so.

Song Yuhe frowned, hesitated for a long time on the first one, and reluctantly typed [conform], thought for a while, and added [? ], expressed reservations, pending discussion.

[Article [-], even if a small happy event happens, send it to him as soon as possible, share your joy with him, and let him subconsciously feel that he is valued by you]

Song Yuhe looked at the chat records again.

【Sir, the rose plant by my window has double flower buds, so lucky. 】

[I went to have a drink today, and the clerk took the initiative to raise me a big glass. 】

[There are bees in winter! 】

Song Yuhe: "..."

With trembling hands, Song Yuhe also typed [conform] on the second item, this time without even adding a question mark.

Half an hour later, Song Guanxing brought tea and knocked on Song Yuhe's door. After knocking once, Song Yuhe ran over and opened the door, and said seriously, "Brother, when is the birthday party?"

Song Guanxing looked at him in surprise, after all, when it came to the birthday party earlier, Song Yuhe was completely bored, and he didn't even bother to choose the style of cake he liked.

Why are you so focused now?

"There are still ten days." Song Guanxing asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"Ten days is a long time." Song Yuhe said seriously, "Can it be made earlier? I thought about it tonight."

Song Guanxing laughed: "Why do you suddenly want to celebrate your birthday? What stimulated you?"

Song Yuhe said as it should: "You said, you can't fall in love early."

Song Guanxing's heart skipped a beat, with an inexplicably bad premonition.

Sure enough, Song Yuhe said bluntly: "But I just checked the definition of puppy love, dating underage is considered puppy love, adulthood is not."

Song Guanxing's hand holding the teacup was trembling, almost shaking the black tea out, he asked tremblingly, "My dear boy, do you want to celebrate your birthday because... you want to fall in love?"

Song Yuhe said seriously: "Yes, because I found that I seem to be pursuing Mr. recently."

Song Guanxing: "???"

Song Guanxing was about to pass, and he breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he couldn't get angry, couldn't get angry, couldn't move...

fuck it!

Song Guanxing said angrily: "Why did you pursue him all of a sudden? What qualifications does he have for you to chase after him? If you take a million steps back, even if you pursue him, Bo Qiao will come after you!!!"

Song Yuhe was inexplicably disturbed by his sudden anger: "But Mr. doesn't pester me every day, nor does he chat with me every day, so it's not considered a pursuit."

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing finally sensed that something was wrong, and began to babble from Song Yuhe's mouth.

Ten minutes later, Song Guanxing stared at Song Yuhe, who was obediently holding a notebook to show him, without a word. He hesitated for a long time before he said, "Baby, this... this is not a pursuit."

Song Yuhe thought that he was invincible in love, and he had studied all the hundred things thoroughly, and retorted: "Forget it."

Song Guanxing threw it directly: "Do you like Bo Qiao?"

Song Yuhe nodded: "I like it."

"Do you like Lu Jing?"

Before Song Yuhe could answer, Song Guanxing went on to say, "Do you like Qin Xian? Do you like brother?"

Song Yuhe nodded: "I like them all."

"That's enough." Song Guanxing said, "Your liking is just pure liking, not love for your lover, so no matter how clingy you are, it's not a pursuit."

Song Yuhe had no principles, and said casually: "Okay, then I love him."

Song Guanxing: "???"

57 is about to go crazy, and said angrily: "Are you crazy?! Falling in love with a man! How old are you, and how old is that dog man?! You are still underage. If he really has any thoughts about you, I will directly tell you If he is sent to prison, he can't even say a word of injustice!"

Song Yuhe frowned and covered his ears, as if he didn't want to hear 57's scolding.

Song Guanxing wanted to curse, but Song Yuhe looked terribly uncomfortable, and he couldn't vent his anger, so he said weakly: "What's wrong, where is it uncomfortable?"

Song Yuhe murmured aggrievedly: "57 scolded me."

It was rare for Song Guanxing to find someone who stood on the united front with him, and he hurriedly asked with a little joy, "What did he scold you for?"

Song Yuhe didn't want to say it.

Song Guanxing didn't ask any more questions, and it took him a long time to patiently say, "Xiao Zhi, it may be that Bao Qiao is too kind to you, which caused your feelings for him to be wrong. You may rely on him, trust him, or even like him." , but not love."

Song Yuhe looked at him in confusion.

"Think about it again, okay?" Song Guanxing persuaded him, "This kind of important matter can't be decided by just a few casual words on the Internet. It's not fair to Bo Qiao."

Song Yuhe pulled himself out of the hundred bars, and felt a little dazed.

Was his habitual dependence on Bo Qiao, or was it love?

I... did I make a mistake?

Seeing Song Yuhe and Song Yuhe nodding hesitantly, Song Guanxing finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling almost collapsed by Song Yuhe's fright.

Song Guanxing was wiping his sweat, thanking himself for successfully surviving the tribulation, when he heard Song Yuhe's communication bell suddenly rang.

It was a special reminder specially set by Song Yuhe, and it was a communication from Bo Qiao.

Song Yuhe, who was still thinking about it, was instantly excited and happily connected through the communication.

Bo Qiao didn't turn on the holographic video, only the sound came from the light brain.

"Hane, are you free this week?"

Song Yuhe said, "Yes."

Bo Qiao smiled softly, the voice was so crisp that Song Yuhe's ears turned red, and he pawed his ears unconsciously.

"I'm pretty much busy with Pucun. If I'm free on weekends, I'll take you out to play."

Song Yuhe looked at the itinerary and found that there was no arrangement for the weekend, so he nodded: "Okay, okay, I have time for two days."

Bo Qiao said, "Then I'll pick you up on Saturday morning."

"it is good."

Bo Qiao gave a few more instructions and hung up the communication.

Song Yuhe looked at Guangnao happily, and Bo Qiao began to reply to his previous messages one by one, even such trivial things as "eating double yolks in fried eggs" were not left behind.

The smile on Song Yuhe's face could not be stopped.

Song Guanxing said quietly from the side: "Baby, do you still remember that you promised me just now, do you want to think about it seriously?"

Song Yuhe usually looked dull, as if he put all his cleverness on his brother, and immediately said logically: "I can't figure it out when I sit at home, of course I get along with my husband more. , so that I can know early whether I love him or not."

Song Guanxing: "..."

It makes sense.