Blame him for being too pretty

Bo Qiao's mother seemed extremely cheerful, seeing Song Yuhe timidly hiding behind Bo Qiao, she smiled and stepped forward to rub his head: "What a lovely child, my son is very lucky."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Song Yuhe: "..."

Song Yuhe hadn't been rubbed on the head by a stranger like this before, and his hair was blown immediately, and he looked at her in amazement.

Bo Qiao stretched out his hand to protect Song Yuhe behind him with a blank face, and said dumbly: "He is a child of the Song family, today I just came to take him to play in the snow, don't think about it."

Bai Shao withdrew his hand without hesitation, and said happily: "Son, in view of your feat of being single for so many years, my mother must tell you about science. This is not only a holy place for snow viewing, but also a holy place for couples to date and honeymoon. Me and you Dad comes here every year to meet so many people, and he rarely sees men and women of pure friendship come here to play."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Even knowing that his mother was exaggerating, Bo Qiao's face still blushed a little, and she almost turned into anger and said, "You guys have already finished your vacation, hurry home, I heard that my sister will be back in a few days."

Bai Shao raised his eyebrows: "I planned to go home, but it snowed again last night. Your dad and I think the scenery is more beautiful these days, so we plan to stay for another two days."

Bo Qiao's father, Bao Mu, was smiling and echoing Bai Shao all the time. Hearing this, he nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, stay for another two days."

After all, how could his son's good show be missed so easily?

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao was about to die of anger, but he had never won a fight with his parents since he was a child, so he could only continue to check in at the hotel with a stinky face.

Soon, the hotel numbers were sent to the optical brains of the two respectively, and there were two "ding ding".

Bai Shao poked his head to look, and jokingly said, "You two don't live in the same room?"

Bo Qiao gritted his teeth and said, "I've said it several times, I don't have that kind of relationship with him."

Seeing that Bo Qiao's face turned green, Bai Shao knew enough was enough, and said with a smile, "I heard from Xiao Ming that there are people who are busy working like dogs in the company every day, and still have time to pay attention to the auction on Zhanzhan Island..."

Bo Qiao almost surrendered, and said helplessly, "Can you hurry up and play, and leave me alone."

Seeing his reaction, Bai Shao knew his reaction, laughed a few times, and then registered with Bao Mu to continue living.

Bo Qiao hurriedly took the confused Song Yuhe away.

From far away, he could still hear Bai Shao's voice: "Register me next to my son's room."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao gritted her teeth angrily, and got into the elevator with Song Yuhe.

After the elevator door closed, Song Yuhe, who had been hiding behind Bo Qiao, judged that the alarm had been lifted, and then timidly poked out half of his head, and whispered, "Sir, your parents..."

"It's okay." Bo Qiao frowned and smoothed out Song Yuhe's rumpled hair, "They just love to play and have no other intentions."

Song Yuhe only thought it was very novel, after all Xiang Jiu and Song Yan both had quiet temperaments, this was the first time he had seen such...unsteady elders.

This little episode was quickly forgotten by Song Yuhe. After the two changed their clothes, they went to the ski resort.

Song Yuhe learned everything quickly. At first, he walked on the gentle slide for a long time. After mastering most of the skills, he began to let himself go, and started to run on the slightly steeper slide in a decent manner.

Bo Qiao didn't stop him, but followed behind unhurriedly, giving him some pointers from time to time.

Song Yuhe was so happy that he skated for an hour or two without losing his enthusiasm.

It's just that there are a lot of people skiing around, and Song Yuhe hasn't learned how to dodge flexibly. Bo Qiao took his two hands and taught him how to stay, when he heard a voice drifting from far to near.

"Ah, get out of the way!"

"Be careful, be careful!"

Song Yuhe also made this familiar voice when he was just learning. He looked back nervously and found a person rushing straight towards them.

He was about to slide away instinctively, but Bo Qiao said flatly: "Don't worry, he can't hit you."

The direction that the person was coming from really couldn't hit Song Yuhe, and he was about to pass him by.

Before Song Yuhe had time to breathe a sigh of relief, he didn't know why the man suddenly slipped away, made a forced turn, and bumped headfirst into Song Yuhe's body.

Bo Qiao: "???"

Bo Qiao pretended to be like the wind and predicted correctly, but he didn't expect that the man predicted his prediction, and the three of them slipped and fell into the snowdrift beside them.

Bo Qiao: "..."

When the man saw that he was in trouble, he hurriedly got up, took off his protective mask, and said anxiously, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you're all right...uh."

Song Yuhe was caught off guard and threw himself into Bo Qiao's arms, and the two of them hugged each other in an extremely ambiguous posture, their faces were very close, as if they could kiss each other in the next second.

The man choked suddenly.

Song Yuhe kept staring at Bo Qiao, and then his eyes fell on the thin lips. For some reason, the words "people with thin lips are often very fickle" suddenly popped up in his mind, thinking that although Mr. has a thin surname, he is not Fickle.

He stared at the perfect lip shape and thought wildly, thinking about "thinness" for a while, and thinking "will it be soft and cool when kissed, like a lollipop?" without warning.

Bo Qiao didn't know what Song Yuhe was thinking at all, he just felt that he was getting closer and closer to him, and his lips were about to stick to him. As if waking up from a dream, he hurriedly pushed Song Yuhe away in embarrassment, struggling to crawl stand up.

The "perpetrator" was whistling on the sidelines as if looking at the scenery. Seeing the two get up, he apologized again embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I'm too good at skiing."

Bao Qiao glanced at him coldly.

Song Yuhe understood him very well and said, "It's okay."

The man apologized again and again, until a person covered from head to toe not far away called him.

"Mingsong, let's go."

The man slid away clumsily, shouting as he walked, "Brother, wait for me!"

Being disturbed by this, Song Yuhe lost his mood and went back to the hotel with Bo Qiao.

Zhanzhan Island is most famous for its snow scene. After the two put on their down jackets, they walked slowly along the Internet-famous ice scene road, and saw the beautiful scenery covered with snow, with icicles hanging on the branches and eaves.

Bo Qiao didn't realize it at first, but after Bai Shao said that, he paid special attention to it, and found that the people on the side of the road seemed to be really couples.

Even if there were really two men, their demeanor was very intimate, and they could be seen as lovers.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao felt more and more guilty as he walked, and regretted bringing Song Yuhe here alone.

Fortunately, Song Yuhe didn't realize anything, his heart and eyes were full of snow scenes, and he kept "wow" the whole time, like a child seeing snow for the first time.

Song Yuhe admired it for a while, probably felt that he had overlooked Bao Qiao while admiring the beautiful scenery alone, and ran back like a gust of wind, his feet slipped and almost fell, and he was almost caught by Bao Qiao.

Bo Qiao frowned: "I've said it many times, be careful, don't make a mess."

"I know, I know."

Song Yuhe responded perfunctorily, and after standing firmly, he planned to "favor and favor" Bo Qiao.

"Is the husband's company all busy? Will there be any problems?"

Bo Qiao walked side by side with him on the quiet road, and said indifferently: "No, it's just that the research of new drugs may be postponed for two or three years, and the rest will be fine."

Song Yuhe seemed to understand but half understood: "Oh, sir, you are so amazing."

Bo Qiao sneered, and said mockingly: "What's so amazing, it was originally estimated to be completed within three years, but now it has to be postponed..."

He didn't say any more, but Song Yuhe knew that he was worried that many patients would die during the years of delay.

But it wasn't Bo Qiao's fault.

Song Yuhe racked his brains and thought for a long time before he comforted him dryly: "Sir, that's right, it's really powerful, even if I get sick and die, it's only due to the serious illness, not the people who failed to save me. "

Bo Qiao glared at him: "How could anyone curse himself like that?"

Song Yuhe said aggrievedly: "I just want to say that Mister is really good, and it's not your fault."

In fact, Bo Qiao didn't think much about it, but subconsciously wanted to make the medicine this morning, and always felt that if it was delayed for too long, something might happen that he regretted.

Reassured by Song Yuhe's comfort, he was relieved for a moment, and rubbed his head amusedly: "I see."

Seeing him smiling, Song Yuhe also raised his head and smiled at him.

Bo Qiao met his smile, unconsciously stroked his side face with his hand, and said softly, "You must grow up healthy."

Song Yuhe nodded: "Yeah, I'm healthy."

The two of them walked the entire distance of Bingjing Road, and it was already dark when they strolled back to the hotel.

Bo Qiao was thinking about where to take Song Yuhe for dinner, when Bai Shao and Bao Mu appeared from nowhere, and said with a smile, "San Qiao, let's have dinner together tonight."

Bo Qiao, out of sight and pure in heart, said dumbly, "Don't eat."

"Go, let's go." Bai Shao took his arm, "Mom has decided on the location."

Bo Qiao said, "No."

Bai Shao glanced back, and said gently to Song Yuhe: "Xiao Zhi, after playing all day, are you hungry? I know there is a very delicious hot pot restaurant, do you want to eat together?"

Song Yuhe was relieved for a day, and he was no longer afraid of her, so he asked curiously, "You know me?"

Bai Shao said with a smile: "Next month is your birthday, Song Yan has sent invitations to every corner of Nanhuai Star, of course I know you."

Song Yuhe lowered his head in embarrassment, always feeling that it was impolite for the elder to refuse such a warm invitation, so he held Bao Qiao's arm and shook it gently, signaling for him to make up his mind.

For the sake of Bai Shao's words, Bo Qiao almost rolled his eyes, so he reluctantly nodded in agreement.

Half an hour later, four people came to the hot pot restaurant.

Because of the snow last night, the snow scene on Zhanzhan Island is the best time to see it today. There are many tourists who come to enjoy the snow, and the hot pot restaurant is full of people. Fortunately, Baishao has booked a box in advance, so there is no need to wait too long. Long.

Bai Shao seemed to be very interested in Song Yuhe, and kept chatting with him after he sat down.

"I heard that Xiaozhi has been recuperating in Fu'enli these years, is he better now?"

Song Yuhe heard from Song Guanxing that because he wanted to appease Xiang Jiu, he always said that he was recuperating in Fu'enli. He nodded slightly: "It's better."

After finishing speaking, he felt a little sad again.

He didn't recuperate in such a good place as Fuenli. He fell into space and struggled alone in Mofenfen in the remote countryside for so many years. The world is full of barren soil and broken bionic parts.

It's not as perfect as Song Guanxing said.

Bo Qiao was making the sauce for Song Yuhe, and said casually, "He didn't recuperate in Fu'enli. He was the child who fell into space in the NF65484A flying boat accident."

Bai Shao and Bao Mu were slightly taken aback, and looked at Song Yuhe in surprise.

Bo Qiao didn't hide anything, and finished in a few words: "There was a rescue capsule program among the bionics to save him, but he fell on an abandoned planet. He survived on his own, and he just came back this year."

Song Yuhe raised his head and stared blankly at him.

Bo Qiao seemed to be talking about a very casual thing. After mixing the sauce and putting it in front of him, he gently touched his head with his fingers: "I have always wanted to ask, why are you so strong and powerful? You can grow up healthy in such a bitter place.”

Song Yuhe had never heard such words from others.

Song Guanxing knew that he had a hard life in Mofenfen, and always felt sorry for him, as did Xiang Jiu and Song Yan, as if his life in Mofenfen was worse than death, and he could only survive by struggling day by day.

But he has always wanted to say that even in Mofenfen he can live well, he doesn't feel bitter, and he doesn't need pity and sympathy.

This is the first time anyone has praised him.

Praise him for being great, and praise him for being able to grow up healthy.

Song Yuhe suddenly felt that his heart was moved, and he even wanted to throw himself into Bo Qiao's arms regardless of other people, and tell himself how much he liked this sentence.

Bai Shao let out a soft "ah", and finally understood why Bo Qiao's personality with almost no friends was so good to this child alone, she looked at Song Yuhe's expression more tenderly, and said with emotion: "No wonder .”

Song Yuhe thought Bai Shao was talking to him, reluctantly looked away from Bo Qiao, and asked, "What did you say?"

Bai Shao chuckled, and said softly to Song Yuhe: "I said before that San Qiao was very repulsed to take over the Pucun company, but after returning from Fuenli, he suddenly changed his temper. He not only took over the company, but also started to develop treatments. There is no cure for terminal illness. No wonder..."

Bo Qiao originally just wanted to comfort Song Yuhe, but unexpectedly dug a hole for himself suddenly, and his heart skipped a beat when he heard these words.

His ears turned red, and he instinctively wanted to stop Bai Shao, but it was too late.

Song Yuhe said blankly, "Why?"

Bai Shao said, "Because he always wanted to save you."

Song Yuhe didn't quite understand, so he said obediently, "But I'm not sick."

Bai Shao couldn't help but laugh and didn't speak.

The more she looked at it, the more she felt that Song Yuhe was cute. If she hadn't seen Song Yuhe's rejection of others touching his head, she would have wanted to rub his head with both hands.

At this moment, a memory flashed across Song Yuhe's mind.

He remembered that Bo Qiao seemed to have told him before.

"I came to Furnley on a flying boat..."

"A terminally ill patient retaliated against society and caused a child to fall into space."

"Is that why you want to make a cure?"

"..."

Song Yuhe stared blankly at Bao Qiao with downcast eyes, he didn't remember that there was Bao Qiao on the flying boat back then, so after recovering his memory, he never associated himself with this passage.

Until now...

Song Yuhe remembered Bo Qiao's answer at that time.

He said, "Yeah."