Blame him for being too pretty

Song Yuhe fell asleep in Boqiao's lounge, and it was already late at night when he woke up again.

He leaned on the wall in a daze and opened the door: "Sir, I can't open my eyes."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of footsteps came from his ears, and then he held Song Yuhe's five fingers that were groping wildly with one hand, and the scent of mint came to his face.

Song Yuhe was afraid of not being able to see his eyes, so he didn't dare to rub his eyes hard, his brows were wrinkled by the light outside, but fortunately, Bo Qiao quickly reached out and stroked his eyes gently.

Soon, Song Yuhe opened his eyes in a daze, his eyes fell on Bao Qiao's handsome face, and he was startled: "Sir, your face?"

Bo Qiao's face looked as if he had been punched by someone, and the corners of his lips were still a little bruised, but he seemed to be okay, stroking the eyelashes at the end of Song Yuhe's eyes with his fingers, and said calmly, "It's okay."

He pressed the tip of his tongue against the faintly painful place, and gritted his teeth silently.

Song Guanxing, what a mad dog.

Song Yuhe looked at him worriedly: "Who beat you?"

Bo Qiao pulled him to the table and sat down, then brought the still warm food and put it on the table, shaking his head: "No, I accidentally bumped into it—let's eat first, are you hungry?"

Song Yuhe was woken up by hunger, and he nodded obediently when he heard the words, and was still looking at Bo Qiao's face while drinking the pork rib soup from a bowl.

Bo Qiao felt a little uneasy when he saw him, stroked his face, and asked hesitantly, "Is it ugly?"

Mr. Bo has lived for so many years, and this is the first time he is worried that he will lose his appearance.

"It's not ugly, it's pretty." Song Yuhe praised him without blinking.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao was almost blushed by the compliment that sounded perfunctory, and he tried to stay calm: "Then why do you always look at me?"

Song Yuhe took a sip of the hot soup, and after a while he tentatively said, "If someone bullies you, I can beat him up for you."

Bo Qiao was taken aback for a moment, not expecting what he was thinking.

Song Yuhe was really good at fighting, even Song Guanxing was put on the ground by him no less than three times.

Bo Qiao couldn't help smiling, and touched the sore corners of her lips: "No one really bullies me, don't think about it."

Only then did Song Yuhe nod in doubt, and continued to drink the soup obediently.

"Your brother is leaving first. If you want to go home, I can send you back. If you want to sleep here, you can continue to sleep." Bo Qiao gave him food, "I have sorted out the other data of Hera's disease for you and sent it to in your account, so you don’t have to go back tomorrow.”

Song Yuhe was seriously drinking the soup, but he was slightly taken aback when he heard this sentence, and looked up at Bao Qiao with a complicated expression.

Bo Qiao: "What's wrong? Don't you eat mushrooms?"

Song Yuhe swallowed the mushroom and didn't want to talk to him.

If he just wants the data of the Hera disease virus, he can just call Bo Qiao and ask Bo Qiao to send it to him, and there is no need to make this trip today.

Song Yuhe didn't want to add burden to Bo Qiao, and also felt that he was a patient whose time was limited and could no longer drag others down, so he choked back his words, just nodded and stopped talking.

He finished his meal sullenly: "Then I'd better trouble Mr. to take me home."

Bo Qiao thought he was going to sleep in the lounge, and even picked out the scent of the scented candles, but he didn't expect that he would go home so late at night.

Bo Qiao had no choice but to say dryly, "Oh good."

It was already past twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and Song Yuhe came out of Pucun in a round dress. Originally, the two of them went directly to the parking lot, but accidentally discovered that it was snowing outside.

Song Yuhe was wearing an orange scarf, his long hair was tied into a bundle on the back of his neck, he walked down the steps, the cold wind hit his face, when he looked up slightly, he saw countless snowflakes falling from the light .

Bo Qiao followed behind him, looked at him standing in a patch of snow, stretched out his hand to catch a handful of snow, and tilted his head to smile at him.

Bo Qiao's heart was immediately knocked over by the unknown rabbit again, and he held his breath.

In the beginning, Bo Qiao just avoided Song Yuhe as a scourge, and later used it as a handy tool to attack Song Guanxing. He rarely felt how amazing his face was.

But I don't know if it's because Bo Qiao's mentality of looking at Song Yuhe has changed, and now he finally realizes how aggressive this face that has been called the "godly face" is.

Song Yuhe stood under the lamp, the warm light illuminated half of his face like warm jade, the excessively long eyelashes cast shadows under the light, and fell on the fundus of the eyes, making the outline of this face more distinct.

It is indeed a face that is too advanced.

Bo Qiao has seen so many beautiful people over the years, but he has never thought that anyone can look better than Song Yuhe.

After going through the incident with Song Wuqi, Song Yuhe unknowingly gradually faded away the greenness on his body, and his eyes were no longer as silly and innocent as before, but they still had the warmth of sunshine.

He stood in the snow as if he could melt the snow.

Song Yuhe exhaled white mist, tilted his head and smiled at Bo Qiao: "Sir, it's really snowing."

Bo Qiao's Adam's apple moved slightly, and it took a long time to look away with difficulty, and said softly, "Mmm."

Song Yuhe thought about it: "Then let's walk home."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao rubbed between her eyebrows: "Walking back to your house?"

Then they may not be able to make it until dawn.

"No." Song Yuhe felt a little annoyed in his heart, as if he felt that it was wrong for him to go back on what he said just now that he wanted to go home, but he hesitated again and again, and said softly, "Go to your house."

Bo Qiao was taken aback.

Song Yuhe didn't want to trouble him, seeing that he didn't respond immediately, he immediately said: "If it's inconvenient, let's go downstairs and drive home."

After he finished speaking, he inexplicably felt like a tease.

Fortunately, Bo Qiao didn't notice it. He coughed dryly: "It's not inconvenient, but it's snowing. I'll go back and get an umbrella first."

Song Yuhe let out a sigh of relief, smiled and ran towards him, took his hand and dragged him into the snow: "You don't need an umbrella when it's snowing, let's go."

Bo Qiao felt dizzy and was dragged away by him.

The snowy day was not as cold as imagined, and a thin layer of snow had already fallen on the ground. Song Yuhe had a good memory, and took the initiative to walk in front of Bo Qiao's house, walking in a straight line with his feet on the snow.

After a while, he looked back at the neat row of footprints on the empty road, feeling a sense of accomplishment, his eyes slightly curved, looking very happy.

Little things like this can make him happy for a long time.

Bo Qiao walked beside him, looking at him all the time, with a vague hope that this road would never end.

In the middle of the night, snow fell from the sky, Xiao Su was cold, and there was no one on the road, only a street lamp was on, illuminating the way home for the two of them.

Song Yuhe looked up at the sky, his footsteps were still walking slowly in a straight line.

Half a month ago, Song Yuhe was able to say "like" to Bo Qiao without any psychological burden. At that time, he was full of heart and wanted to give it all to Bo Qiao, but now because of his illness, he can only do his best. Take back your true feelings as much as possible.

He knew that his sincerity was a burden to Bo Qiao.

Who would want to be with a little lunatic who is dying?

Song Yuhe thought about it differently, and felt that if it was him, he would definitely stay far away, but Bo Qiao was willing to be by his side, and even concentrate on making targeted drugs for him, which should be regarded as the utmost benevolence.

He couldn't ask for more.

Thinking about it this way, Song Yuhe didn't want to go to Bo Qiao's house anymore, but now he told Bao Qiao to go back to the company and drive him home, as if he was deliberately looking for trouble, so he had to continue walking sullenly.

Bo Qiao keenly sensed that Song Yuhe didn't seem very happy, so he leaned towards him without a trace, and was about to chat with him, when he realized that Song Yuhe, who always liked his approach, didn't even walk in a straight line, and made a wrong footstep To the side to hide.

Bo Qiao looked at him in surprise.

After instinctively dodging away, Song Yuhe felt that something was wrong. He didn't dare to look at Bo Qiao's reaction at this time, so he could only look back at the straight line behind him, and said in a muffled voice, "My footprints are not straight anymore."

Bo Qiao couldn't laugh or cry when he recovered, so he had to retreat from Shan Ruliu to the side, and didn't take the initiative to approach him.

Song Yuhe breathed a sigh of relief.

Bo Qiao originally thought it was just a special situation, but it wasn't until the two of them walked back home that Song Yuhe seemed to be really keeping a distance from him.

After Song Yuhe took a bath, he took the initiative to run to the second bedroom, poked his head and said to the dazed Bo Qiao in the living room, "Sir, I'm going to bed first, good night."

Bo Qiao: "Oh, good night."

Song Yuhe hurriedly closed the door, and even locked it.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Can anyone tell him what happened?

After spending the night peacefully like this, Bo Qiao felt that he would return to normal, but who would have thought that when he woke up, Song Yuhe had already left, leaving only a note on the table in the living room.

[I'm leaving first, good morning.

Xiaozhi]

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao frowned and looked at the piece of paper, desperately thinking about what he did wrong last night, why Song Yuhe suddenly avoided him like a snake.

Just like what Bo Qiao did to Song Yuhe back then.

Thinking about it this way, Bo Qiao sighed as if the wind and water were turning.

She shouldn't have been so indifferent to him in the first place.Bo Qiao thought to himself.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Song Yuhe had already returned to the Song family. During this time period, many people came to the company one after another. Seeing him sitting alone in the tea room drinking warm water, everyone's spirits were lifted, and they all darkened. Rubbing and pouring the coffee, he looked at Song Pumpkin with a vague gaze.

Song Yuhe's medicine for today was still at Song Guanxing's place, and he had no appetite when he got up early, so he had to sit in the tea room and sip water while waiting for Song Guanxing to come.

It's just that there seemed to be more people in the tea room today than usual. He looked up suspiciously, and found that those people seemed to be guilty of guilt, and immediately moved his eyes away in a uniform manner.

A question mark appeared on Song Yuhe's head.

At this moment, Reason, who had been Song Yuhe's assistant before and even pursued him, ran over secretly when he heard the news, and spoke to him boldly.

"Master, why are you here alone?"

Song Yuhe still doesn't like people calling him "Young Master", but he didn't correct him, he replied obediently: "My brother will come over later."

Reason still remembered the repair of the bionic man half a month ago, knowing that Song Yuhe seemed to have been hit hard and didn't come to the company for half a month, and he didn't ask too many questions. : "Let me pour some water for you."

Song Yuhe didn't want to bother others, shook his head, and turned around to fetch the water.

After such a long time, Reason still refused to give up, but Song Yuhe didn't even know his name, and only regarded him as a handy tool, which made him doubt whether he was really so inconspicuous.

Song Yuhe took the water and sat on the sofa again, staring down his eyes and scratching his head.

Reason decided to try again for the last time, and said cheekily, "Master, what kind of person do you like?"

As long as the requirements are not high, he may still have some hope if he works hard.

Reason looked at him expectantly.

Song Yuhe tilted his head and thought for a while, then directly used his favorite person as a template and said, "He's like Bo Qiao."

Reason thought for a long time before he remembered who "Bo Qiao" was. He gasped: "Pu Cun's... Bo Qiao?"

Song Yuhe nodded: "I just like him like that."

Reason felt the gap between him and Pucunboqiao, wept silently, and asked with the last glimmer of hope: "Then what do you like about him?"

Rich, handsome, or talented?

Song Yuhe said seriously: "I like him everywhere."

Reason wept sadly and walked away sobbing.

Song Yuhe looked at him in confusion as if there were dark clouds above his head, and he didn't understand why he was so sad because he was just a template for someone he liked.

After a while, Song Guanxing arrived in a hurry and brought him porridge made by Xiang Jiu.

Even during the days when Song Yuhe was in the hospital, he and Xiang Jiu had a regular holographic call every day. Song Yan and Song Guanxing had already practiced the matter of hiding Xiang Jiu, so she didn't notice the problem after so many days.

Although Song Yuhe didn't have much appetite, he still didn't waste Xiang Jiu's heart, and finished the porridge one mouthful at a time with his eyes lowered.

Song Guanxing waited with his watch for half an hour before bringing him some medicine.

Song Yuhe was used to taking medicine, so he drank the medicine directly with warm water.

Only then did Song Guanxing handle the documents with confidence.

Song Yuhe sat cross-legged on the sofa and began to look at the various data files that Bo Qiao sent him.

When it was noon, the assistant knocked lightly on the door and told Song Guanxing that someone had delivered a courier.

Song Guanxing customized a new bionic human model for Song Yuhe yesterday, the one with a blank program, intending to let him do the Hera disease experiment, when he heard something was delivered, he nodded: "Well, let's move it here."

Song Yuhe kept his mind on nothing else, without blinking his eyes.

The assistant was surprised when he heard the "move", but he didn't think much about it, and walked in with a large bouquet of roses in his arms after a while.

Song Guanxing: "???"

There are probably one or two hundred flowers in such a large cluster, and the smell is strong, and it attracted all of Song Yuhe's attention as soon as he came in.

Song Guanxing said strangely: "Who sent the flowers?"

The assistant was also puzzled, and took out the card in Huali to have a look.

"It's a Mr. Bo." The assistant said, "It's for Song Liuzhi."

Song Guanxing: "..."