Blame him for being too pretty

Song Yuhe stayed in the hospital for more than half a month, and when he was discharged from the hospital, he only remembered to bring the blue rose that he hadn't carved yet.

Song Guanxing took his hand and walked out, Song Yuhe paused, and looked back at the ward that Song Guanxing had arranged as a residence in just half a month, his eyes were full of doubts.

Song Guanxing wondered, "Why..."

Before he finished asking, Bo Qiao who was holding Song Yuhe's coat "accidentally" stepped on his foot, gave him a cold look, and signaled him to shut up.

If it was normal, Song Guanxing would have jumped up and scolded people, but Bo Qiao had helped him too much during this time, Song Guanxing bared his teeth and swallowed back the pain, wisely he did not speak.

He was originally a character who couldn't comfort others, and he would definitely poke at other people's pain points when he spoke.

Now everyone has to take care of Song Yuhe's sensitive mind, it's better for him to shut up and leave the battlefield to Bo Qiao who is good at comforting people.

"He will pack up your things and send you home later." Bo Qiao said to Song Yuhe, "Do you want to pack up by yourself?"

Song Yuhe didn't like this ward, especially when he left, these things were still in place, as if foreshadowing that he would come back to the hospital for treatment - even if it was the truth, he still hated it.

Hearing Bo Qiao said that he would come and clean up, the resistance in Song Yuhe's heart dissipated instantly, he shook his head, and said obediently: "No."

Seeing that Song Yuhe's mood seemed to improve, Song Guanxing heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I didn't ask too much just now.

I don't know if it's because he's not feeling well, or because Song Wuqi hasn't come to his senses yet. Song Yuhe has been sick all the time. He leaned on the seat and closed his eyes after getting in the car. want to sleep.

He had never been so lethargic before.

Song Guan started the car and looked back at him worriedly.

Bo Qiao sat next to him, and asked nonchalantly, "Xiao Zhi, are you going to go home or go to the company?"

Song Guanxing frowned, thinking how could Bo Qiao ask such a question?Just came out of the hospital, so naturally I want to go home.

But he still didn't say anything, intending to see Song Yuhe's reaction.

Song Yuhe opened his eyes and said vaguely: "Go to the company, I'll go and see..."

He paused for a while before speaking softly: "Look at my 57."

Both knew which "57" he was referring to.

"Okay." Bo Qiao said, "Then go to the company."

Song Yuhe closed his eyes again, probably because he felt that the back of the chair was too hard, so he simply tilted his body and lay directly on Bao Qiao's lap.

Song Guanxing's eyes widened, but before his anger could burn, he wilted away.

Rarely, he didn't make a sound of anger, set his destination calmly, and drove away from the hospital.

Hera's disease caused Song Yuhe's body temperature to be low. Bo Qiao put his coat on him, lowered his head, and asked, "Did you not sleep well tonight?"

Bo Qiao rarely took the initiative to talk to others about boring things, but this time, for some reason, Song Yuhe was depressed, and he kept talking nonsense one after another, wanting Song Yuhe to talk to him.

"Sleep well." Song Yuhe closed his eyes and said softly, "But my eyes hurt."

Bo Qiao gently stroked his hair like stroking a cat, and paused when he heard this.

Song Yuhe seemed to have noticed something, and said, "Is it because of Hera disease?"

Bo Qiao choked, and he wasn't sure, but Song Yuhe took his pause as an acquiescence, and said "Oh" indifferently: "Then will I lose my eyesight after a while?"

Bo Qiao immediately said, "No."

Song Yuhe shrank into his coat.

"Didn't Zhou Xuan also suffer from Hera's disease at that time? At that time, he had suffered from it for more than two years, but his eyes were still good, and his body was normal." Bo Qiao continued to touch his head, "You just need to take some medicine in the early stage. Just go to the hospital for regular checkups, don’t worry.”

Song Yuhe was very coaxing, not to mention that it was Bo Qiao who said this, so he said "yes" obediently.

Song Guanxing became more determined that he would keep his mouth shut in front of his younger brother in the future, and it would be better to ask Bo Qiao for advice before speaking, so as not to say the wrong thing.

After a while, the car stopped at the downstairs of Song's company.

Song Yuhe didn't sleep much either. When he felt the car stopped, he supported Bo Qiao's legs and stood up. He got used to rubbing his eyes and instinctively raised his hand, but Bo Qiao was already prepared and grabbed the slender body. wrist.

Song Yuhe's eyelashes are a bit long, but after squinting for more than half an hour, the upper and lower eyelashes became entangled. He half-opened his eyes and asked suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

Bo Qiao pulled his hand away, gently stroked his eyes with his fingers, and soon let him open them all.

"Since your eyes hurt, don't rub them carelessly." Bo Qiao patted him on the head and said, "Go."

Song Yuhe looked up at him, and unconsciously tugged at his clothes with his fingers. He didn't open the car door until Song Guanxing urged him, and thanked Bo Qiao: "I'll go first."

Bo Qiao: "Yes."

Only then did Song Yuhe close the car door, and was held by Song Guanxing to leave.

Originally, when Bo Qiao was around, Song Guanxing didn't feel anything wrong, but now that the two of them are alone, Song Yuhe rarely took the initiative to speak, Song Guanxing gradually began to panic.

He didn't know what to say to Song Yuhe, he was worried that if he said another sentence, his brother would break down, but this silence made him feel uneasy.

Song Guanxing resisted the urge to ask Bo Qiao for advice by playing with his brain in front of his younger brother, and began to think hard about what Song Yuhe really liked.

But after thinking about it, he realized that Song Yuhe seemed to have no desire for anything other than roses.

Food, drink, and clothing, as long as they can make do with it, Song Yuhe thinks it's fine.

He couldn't tell the difference between the jacket of fifteen star coins and the jacket of 50 yuan. Even if Song Guanxing wanted to make him happy with foreign objects, he didn't know where to start.

But it still takes a little time to get up the elevator to the upstairs, Song Guanxing was unwilling to just pass by in silence, after careful consideration, he said cautiously: "Xiaozhi, what are you going to do next?"

Song Yuhe was staring at the ever-changing floor numbers. Hearing this, he moved his eyes down and glanced at Song Guanxing. His first reaction was "I don't seem to have a future", but suddenly remembered that Bao Qiao made him believe in him. After hesitating for a while at those words, he tilted his head and thought about it seriously, and said, "I want to study hard and continue to study bionics after I'm cured."

After Song Guanxing finished asking, he was already cursing himself as an idiot, but he didn't expect Song Yuhe to answer him so seriously. Hearing this, he burst into tears and said, "Okay! Research bionics, and you will take over from brother when the time comes." , the Song family's future is in your hands."

Song Yuhe couldn't help laughing: "But I only want to study bionics, and I don't want to pick up Mrs. Song. It feels very hard."

It was rare for Song Guanxing to see Song Yuhe smile, and almost burst into tears with excitement, but he forcibly collapsed and tried his best to keep calm, resulting in a serious expression on his face.

The top floor just arrived.

The special assistant and several senior executives heard that Song Guanxing was finally coming back to the company, and they all waited at the elevator entrance with a pile of urgent documents to be processed, and immediately dragged Song Guanxing to the meeting room as soon as he came up.

Seeing that the elevator in the special passage was moving, everyone was eager to try, waiting for someone to come out.

Hearing a "ding", the elevator door opened slowly, and Song Guanxing's expressionless face was revealed, followed by an extremely ruthless sentence:

"Okay, after that, you should study the bionics carefully. From now on, what happened to the Song family has nothing to do with you."

Everyone: "???"

Oh oh oh oh!

The Secret of the Rich!

In order to fight for the inheritance and stabilize the country, the elder brother actually said in front of the younger brother that he would kick him out of the Song family? !

Everyone couldn't help but gasped, looking at Song Guanxing with weird eyes.

After Song Yuhe came back to the Song Corporation, the people in the company have been speculating that if the young master is back and is so promising, then the Song Corporation's situation will change a lot.

After all, things like power and money, once mastered, are hard to stop.

After guessing for so long, they originally thought that Song Guanxing was so kind to Little Pumpkin that he would definitely not fight for property like other wealthy families.

Looking at it now, tsk tsk, the family affection of a wealthy family is really unbelievable.

But they can't interfere with the Song family's affairs, after all, they rely on the Song family to make money for food.

Everyone sighed for a while, and looked at Song Yuhe with sympathy and pity.

After Song Guanxing finished speaking, he realized that he had reached the floor. Seeing a group of people with strange faces, he continued to suppress his inner excitement, and said lightly, "Is there something urgent?"

Everyone looked at each other, wondering if they should look for him at this time.

"If you have something urgent, just wait." Song Guanxing knew that there must be something wrong when he saw the piles of documents in their hands, and he was not in a hurry, "I have a few words with Xiaozhi."

Everyone nodded in unison.

Claiming sovereignty, they understand.

Song Yuhe walked out behind Song Guanxing, and saw that the people next to him were looking at him with pitiful and sympathetic eyes, with question marks popping up in their heads.

what happened?

All of Song's employees are really strange.

Song Guanxing pulled Song Yuhe to the office and said, "It's been half an hour since you finished breakfast. You should take the medicine first, and then go to the laboratory after taking the medicine."

Song Yuhe nodded obediently, swallowed a handful of medicine with warm water, without blinking.

Song Guanxing felt distressed for a while, but he didn't show it. He patted Song Yuhe's head: "57 is on the operating table in the laboratory. You can take a rest and go to see him directly."

Song Yuhe looked down at the reflection in the cup in his hand, and it took him a long time before he let out a soft "hmm".

Song Guanxing: "Then brother will go to work first, and will find you at noon later."

He also learned Bo Qiao's attitude in dealing with this matter, that is, try to keep the same attitude as before, don't let Song Yuhe feel how terrible Hera's disease is, so that he won't scare himself.

Song Yuhe nodded: "Okay, goodbye, brother."

Song Guanxing was so happy that he couldn't hold back and gave Song Yuhe a hug before reluctantly leaving the office.

Song Yuhe sat obediently in the office for a while, and waited until the effect of the medicine was vaguely onset, then he got up and went to the laboratory floor.

The employees who came and went saw Song Yuhe coming out of the office, their faces seemed a little pale, and they almost had a lot of big dramas in their minds. They only thought that the young master might be using a bitter script, and put on the big devil brother Song Guanxing It's so tragic.

Song Yuhe walked to the elevator, pressed the down button, and went from the elevator to the laboratory floor.

Because of Song Yuhe's illness, the people in the laboratory have been dismissed by Song Guanxing and returned to their original posts, and all of them have been promoted to a higher level. At this time, the entire laboratory is empty, with only the slight sound of machines operating.

Song Yuhe walked towards the door of Xiu 57's laboratory step by step, raised his hand to press on the handrail, but did not push the door open.

He stood silently at the door for a long time before finally making up his mind to push the door open.

The laboratory remained as it was before he left. The dilapidated and scrapped bionic man lay quietly on the operating table, and a "program terminated" prompt was displayed on the wall beside it.

Song Yuhe's eyes fell on the bionic man, and as he got closer, the whole picture of the bionic man gradually came into his eyes.

He was immersed in the six years of comforting each other with himself, feeling sorry for himself, but when he accepted Song Wuqi as his existence little by little, the memories of the first four years in Mofenfen also came back.

It wasn't until this time that Song Yuhe finally separated the two cognitions of Song Wuqi and the bionic man 57.

Song Yuhe stood on the console, staring blankly at the dilapidated bionic man that he had pieced together bit by bit in the past six years, then suddenly bent down, and gently lifted the barely human-shaped bionic man with his fingers.

Androids haven't learned how to offer hugs.

Song Yuhe was still young at that time, although his memory is vague, he always remembered the hands that hugged him when he fell into space, so he liked to pester 57 for a hug.

But the bionic man looked at him motionless. He didn't know whether it was a program error or his arm parts were damaged and he couldn't do this action. He didn't respond.

Because of this regret, Song Yuhe is always so obsessed with hugging.

Afterwards, the bionic person was scrapped, and Song Yuhe confusedly took the second personality as a bionic person, and Song Wuqi also turned the bionic person into a watch and wore it on his wrist in order to hide his personality.

To prevent Song Yuhe from knowing that the bionic man has long been scrapped, Song Yuhe had never opened the bionic man's human form to take a look when he had a clear consciousness in the past six years.

He had escaped for so long, but now, Song Yuhe ignored the rust on the bionic man's body and the residue after the Liuyin explosion, tightened his arms tightly, and heard the sound of old parts colliding in his ears.

——Finally hugged the bionic man who had protected him for four years.