Blame him for being too pretty

Regardless of whether it makes sense or not, Song Yuhe is determined to hang out with Bo Qiao.

Early on Saturday morning, Song Yuhe set the alarm for six o'clock.

Song Guanxing was still sleeping with his younger brother happily, but suddenly he was woken up by a violent shock in his heart, and he almost jumped up.

Song Guanxing was still in shock, instinctively stuffed Song Yuhe into his arms, and said in a daze, "An earthquake?!"

"No." Song Yuhe rubbed his eyes and turned off the powerful alarm, and patted Song Guanxing's heart, "You continue to sleep, I'm getting up."

Song Guanxing broke out in a cold sweat, and it took him a while to react, and he was furious: "It's only six o'clock, what are you doing so early?"

Song Yuhe had already put on his slippers and ran to the cloakroom next door, only a vague voice came: "Pick out nice clothes."

Song Guanxing: "..."

In the eyes of Song Guanxing, and even everyone else, Song Yuhe is a completely indifferent person. He has no requirements for food and clothing, as long as he can make do with it, even if he returns to the Song family, he still has no worldly desires.

Usually, Song Yuhe would wear whatever was stuffed in the cloakroom, and Song Guanxing even suspected that even if he stuffed a small pink skirt, Song Yuhe would be able to wear it out without any psychological burden.

This was the first time he took the initiative to pick out nice clothes.

Song Guanxing was so sore that he couldn't even go back to sleep, so he followed him to the cloakroom angrily, pulling on his slippers.

Song Yuhe was stepping barefoot on the fluffy carpet to pick out clothes of various colors, and from time to time he held them to make gestures on himself - he didn't look in the mirror, he just lowered his head to see if he liked it or not.

Seeing Song Guanxing approaching, Song Yuhe held a pink sweater with sparkling eyes and compared it to him: "Brother, does this look good?"

Song Guanxing has always been at the forefront of fashion. When he saw the hot-eyed Barbie pink sweater, he couldn't say a word: "You look good, you look good in anything you wear."

Song Yuhe saw his perfunctory, pursed his lips and threw the sweater aside.

Soon he picked out another pumpkin orange turtleneck sweater: "What about this one?"

"Good boy." Song Guanxing folded his arms and leaned lazily on the door of the cupboard, and said with a half-smile, "Do you know what people in the company call you?"

Song Yuhe asked suspiciously: "What?"

"Pumpkin essence."

Song Yuhe: "..."

Song Yuhe frowned and looked at the clothes in his hand: "But this color is very pretty."

Like warm sunshine.

Song Guanxing had no choice but to say: "That's it, just go out and have fun, don't be so serious."

Song Yuhe chose for a while, dressed as a little pumpkin again, humming a song and sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking outside eagerly, looking forward to Bao Qiao coming this morning.

Song Yan asked casually while watching the morning news, "Are you coming back tonight?"

"I don't know." Song Yuhe fiddled with the little pumpkin plush pendant on the scarf, and said casually, "Maybe I won't come back, and I have no plans for tomorrow."

Song Guanxing almost spit out his coffee, his face turned green.

He immediately said, "Aren't you coming back?! You're not coming back... Ahem, I mean, what if Mom misses you?"

Song Yuhe looked at him suspiciously: "I have already made an agreement with my mother, and I will send her a holographic message every day."

Song Guanxing was so choked that he couldn't speak.

After a while, the home program reminded that there was a visitor, and from the surveillance video, it was Bao Qiao's car.

Song Yuhe got up immediately: "Father, brother, I'm leaving, don't keep my meal tonight."

After finishing speaking, Song Guanxing ran away without waiting for a reason to dissuade him.

Outside the manor, Bo Qiao wanted to go in to say hello to Song Yan, but before the car turned in, Song Yuhe jumped up and waved at him from a distance, and happily ran over from the rose garden .

Bo Qiao stopped the car, and before he could get out of the car, Song Yuhe hurriedly opened the passenger's door and crashed in, bringing in a strong fragrance of roses.

The two haven't seen each other for many days, Song Yuhe's originally thin body has gained weight, and even his face is a bit fleshy, but Bao Qiao is a little thinner, but his eyes are still gentle and indifferent.

"Be careful." Bo Qiao said nonchalantly, "Be careful not to slip."

"Yeah!" Song Yuhe casually perfunctory him, and didn't take the words to heart at all. When he finally saw Bo Qiao, his face flushed slightly with joy, and he put one hand behind his back, and said mysteriously, "Mr. , guess what I want to give you?"

The car door was already closed, and the scent of roses was still strong. Bo Qiao pretended not to notice that half of the roses were already exposed behind Song Yuhe, and said with a smile, "What are you giving me? I can't guess."

Song Yuhe's smile grew wider, and he dubbed "Dangdang" in his mouth, and pulled out a handful of gorgeous roses from behind: "Rose, it's a rose!"

With a warm heart, Bo Qiao tilted his head to take it, and after a quick glance, he found that there was a rose with double buds in it. When Song Yuhe took it for him, it was still a flower bud, and now it has bloomed.

Song Yuhe seemed to offer a treasure: "Does it look good?"

Bo Qiao smiled and said gently, "It's pretty."

Song Yuhe was even happier.

Bo Qiao hadn't seen him for a long time, so he took the opportunity of admiring the flowers to look him up and down.

At this time, Song Yuhe looked much more cheerful than when he was in Fu'enli, and the smile on his face was more sincere and beautiful. It looked like a ray of sunshine, and people couldn't help but want to get closer.

Song Yuhe returned home after traveling around for many years, and was so spoiled by Song Guanxing that he finally felt a little arrogant and noble.

After admiring the flowers, Bo Qiao put the roses on the back seat and started the car.

Song Yuhe's excited mood gradually calmed down, and he asked curiously, "Where are we going to play today?"

"There is a snow-watching holy place in Nanhuai Star, which is on a small island." Bo Qiao said, "I have to go there by boat."

Song Yuhe hadn't been on a boat before, so he immediately became interested when he heard this: "Okay, okay, then shall we come back at night?"

Bo Qiao was stunned for a moment, he probably didn't expect him to ask this question, he hesitated for a long time before saying, "Maybe...don't come back, that island is quite big."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Song Yuhe with a guilty conscience, lest he feel that he was uneasy and had other intentions.

Fortunately, Song Yuhe never questioned his words, but said happily: "Okay, I haven't hung out alone with my husband yet."

I watched the movie just once, but when I saw half of Song Guanxing, I got involved.

Bo Qiao let out a sigh of relief, and probably felt that he had no silver 300 taels here, so he couldn't help laughing.

The holy land of snow viewing is called Zhanzhan Island, which was originally a coastline. Hundreds of years ago, due to an earthquake, the huge island that had been submerged on the seabed for many years was directly upturned, forming an island with half the size of Nanhuai City.

That was the place where the first snow fell in Nanhuai, so every winter, the island's tourism industry is extremely developed, and tourists come and go.

Bo Qiao drove for an hour and took a boat for more than half an hour before finally landing on the island.

The whole island is full of snow. A huge cherry tree is planted beside the harbor where the ship landed. It snows in winter, and the bare branches are covered with translucent frost.

Song Yuhe was dumbfounded just by the tree he just entered. He used his optical brain to take pictures of the tree in a circle.

Bo Qiao has been here many times since he was a child, and he is already used to such a beautiful scenery. He stood aside with a gentle expression and watched Song Yuhe running around full of energy.

Song Yuhe was dressed thickly and didn't feel cold, even Bo Qiao, who only cared about his manners, wore a coat with his coat unbuttoned and his arms open, his face turned pale from the cold in a short while.

When Song Yuhe came back after taking the photo, Bo Qiao was quietly touching the button of his button. When he saw him coming back, he immediately put his hand down and continued to maintain his demeanor.

He pretended to be indifferent and asked, "Does it look good?"

"Yeah, it looks good!" Song Yuhe walked up to him, nodded and continued to button him as Bo Qiao did just now, muttering, "There are so many people here, I still want to give it to him." While my husband was taking pictures, someone chased me away."

Half of Bo Qiao's body was stiff, and he let Song Yuhe button up all the buttons for him with a wooden face, countless questions appeared in his mind.

How could he button me so easily? !

Am I saying no?

Is this kind of contact considered intimacy?

Is someone watching us? !

Bo Qiao was thinking wildly, Song Yuhe didn't know it, but seeing his face turn pale, he simply took off his scarf, tiptoed around Bo Qiao's neck.

Bo Qiao was even more stunned.

The scarf was still warm, and the faint scent of roses came to the face, as if it had become a rope to strangle Bo Qiao's neck, and there was a hint of vanilla-flavored lollipop in it.

——When Song Yuhe was on the boat just now, the young lady next to him saw that he was cute, so she took the initiative to give it to him.

Song Yuhe licked that lollipop for half an hour before finally finishing it.

Bo Qiao thought to himself, "No wonder there is such a heavy candy smell on the scarf..."

Soon, Bao Qiao, who realized what he was thinking, turned his head in embarrassment, and said awkwardly: "No, I, I, I, I am not cold."

Song Yuhe said worriedly: "But now you are shivering from the cold."

Bo Qiao: "..."

I stuttered with a guilty conscience!

Bo Qiao was so ashamed, he forcibly accepted the sugar-scented scarf, and walked to the hotel with Song Yuhe blankly.

Although there are many people in the Holy Land of Snow Watching, it just snowed last night, and the scenery on the road is still amazing. Walking on the road is like being in a dream, even the air that makes your lungs tremble when you breathe become pleasing to the eye.

Bo Qiao was clearly wearing a black coat designed by an elite character, but he wore a ridiculous cartoon pumpkin orange scarf around his neck. Many people looked at him while walking on the road.

Bo Qiao glanced over indifferently, writing "What are you looking at, haven't you seen such a good-looking mix-and-match?" This kind of murderous look.

Song Yuhe has never seen a place full of ice and snow, and excitedly pointed to the mountain not far away: "Sir, can skiing be done there?"

"Yes." Because of that scarf, Bo Qiao felt less cold for no reason, he said lightly, "We'll go skiing in the afternoon."

Song Yuhe nodded hurriedly: "Okay, okay."

The two walked for about 10 minutes and arrived at the temporarily booked hotel. They planned to put away their things first, change into ski clothes before going skiing.

But when registering the identity ID, a voice suddenly came from the side, saying in surprise: "Bo Qiao?"

Bo Qiao was registering Song Liuzhi's ID, when he heard this familiar voice tremble suddenly, he had a bad feeling.

He turned around numbly, and saw a man and a woman carrying suitcases, striding towards him.

Bo Qiao's eyes went dark, and four large characters flashed in his mind.

Death is coming.

Seeing a stranger who knew Bo Qiao, Song Yuhe was a little scared, holding Bao Qiao's arm and looking over suspiciously.

Soon, those two people walked up to Bo Qiao, patted Bo Qiao's shoulder carelessly, and said happily: "Okay, San Qiao, I thought you were still busy at the company, but I didn't expect you to come out." Make a date, tsk tsk tsk."

The two seem to be about the same age as Song Yan, the woman is well maintained, and when she smiles, she is as gentle as spring breeze and rain, which makes people not disgusted at all; the man is always smiling, and his appearance is somewhat similar to Bo Qiao.

Song Yuhe instinctively felt that these two must be good people, but for some reason, Bo Qiao had a face full of unhappiness, wishing to pack them up and throw them away.

When Song Yuhe was still wondering, Bo Qiao finally spoke.

"Yuhe, this is..." When Bo Qiao said this, she seemed to be grinding her teeth, she was lucky, and said reluctantly after a long time, "This is my parents."

Song Yuhe was taken aback.