Blame him for being too pretty

Early the next morning, Song Guanxing drove Song Yuhe out to the port of Zhanzhan Island.

Song Yuhe was afraid of the cold, so he wore furry clothes, sat in the co-pilot, and muttered there all the way, and he didn't know what he was mumbling about.

While waiting for the traffic light, Song Guanxing listened carefully and found Song Yuhe muttering.

"I didn't have tea, and I didn't play hard to get. I just went skiing with my brother, not because of my husband."

Song Guanxing: "..."

It seems that Song Yuhe himself is also aware of his own contradictions - obviously he doesn't want to have more contact with Bo Qiao because his life is not long, but he still can't control his instinct to follow him whenever he has a chance.

Song Guanxing couldn't help laughing: "What are you muttering all by yourself?"

Song Yuhe tugged on his seat belt uneasily, and as he got closer to his destination, he also became a little nervous: "Brother, can't the two of us go play?"

Song Guanxing sneered in his heart, wondering if it's just the two of us, would you still want to come out to play.

Song Yuhe stayed in the laboratory for half a month. Apart from going home, he was the company. He was even more punctual than the company's employees at two o'clock and one line. Song Guanxing couldn't persuade him to come out alone, and he had to rely on Bo Qiao to succeed.

This cognition already made Song Guanxing angry, not to mention that Bo Qiao was still thinking about chasing Song Yuhe.

Seeing Song Yuhe kicking his toes restlessly, Song Guanxing pretended to say: "Then let me tell Bao Qiao to stop him, okay?"

Song Yuhe: "..."

Song Yuhe was stunned, his eyes were filled with "No, no, no, no".

Even though he was angry enough, Song Guanxing was still amused by Song Yuhe's duplicity, and he didn't care what he muttered, and drove to the port.

Soon, the car stopped at the port parking lot.

The weather is getting colder and colder, the snow is getting thicker every time, and there are many more people going to Zhanzhan Island than last time.

Song Yuhe was led obediently by Song Guanxing and walked forward. On a bench not far away, Bao Qiao in a gray coat was sitting with his legs crossed, looking at the sea not far away, ecstatically, pointing his fingers. There was a cigarette in between, and a wisp of white smoke was slightly burning.

The sea surface in the early morning was slightly foggy, and Song Yuhe was slightly dumbfounded by Bao Qiao's appearance as if he was taking a picture of a hard-covered poster.

Song Guanxing's face turned slightly green, with a disgusted attitude of "he's pretending to be the hateful" on his face, he ran over quickly and shouted: "Bo Qiao!"

Bo Qiao turned around, and the inexplicable loneliness dissipated immediately. He quickly got up and extinguished the cigarette in his hand. Seeing that Song Yuhe was still staring at his hand, he explained: "I don't smoke, I just light it. Let's take a look..."

Bo Qiao just became addicted to cigarettes, and he couldn't hold it back for a while, but after lighting it up, he remembered Song Yuhe's advice before, so he could only hold back and watch the cigarette burn out little by little ashes.

"Yeah, just light it up and take a look." Song Guanxing said eccentrically, "It's not that the peacock wants to open its tail with a concave shape."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Song Yuhe: "What?"

"It's nothing." Bo Qiao hurriedly said, "Let's get on the boat first."

Song Yuhe nodded slightly, still hugging Song Guanxing's forearm, clinging to his brother and boarding the boat, without even looking at Bao Qiao.

Bo Qiao frowned slightly, completely sure.

Song Yuhe was indeed hiding from himself, and he failed to coax him well after sending flowers for half a month.

Bo Qiao frowned and boarded the boat, and began to think hard about how to take advantage of this hard-won opportunity to coax him well—even though Bo Qiao still doesn't know what he did wrong.

The boat to Zhanzhan Island is a private yacht, and it landed on the island in a short while.

Song Yuhe didn't talk to Bo Qiao throughout the whole process, he hugged Song Guanxing's arm and pretended to sleep, just because he didn't want to have too much communication with Bo Qiao, so as not to let himself have too many unreasonable delusions.

Song Guanxing was still wary of whether Song Guanxing and Bo Qiao would flirt with each other in front of his face, but seeing Song Yuhe's rare ignorance of Bo Qiao, he was very happy for a long time.

It wasn't long before he realized something was wrong.

Song Yuhe liked Bo Qiao so much, and even came out to play for Bo Qiao, why did he act like he didn't want to communicate with him when they met?

There has been no snow on Zhanzhan Island these days, but the snow scene is still beautiful. After getting off the boat, the three of them found a place to live, put down their things first, changed their clothes and prepared to go skiing.

But Song Yuhe seemed to be wilting, and he had to stay in his residence and not go out for anything.

Song Guanxing said helplessly: "Then you can't let Bo Qiao and I go skiing."

It's weird to think about it.

Song Yuhe said sullenly, "I don't have the strength."

Song Guanxing hurried up and touched his forehead: "Are you uncomfortable?"

Song Yuhe shook his head: "I just don't want to move."

Song Guanxing: "Then you can't do nothing when you come to Zhanzhan Island, just lie down and sleep here."

"Go and play, don't worry about me." Song Yuhe said lazily.

Before Song Yuhe clinged to Bo Qiao all day long, Song Guanxing was very unhappy; now that Song Yuhe finally stopped clinging to Bo Qiao, and even avoided him consciously, Song Guanxing felt even more uncomfortable.

He could tell that Song Yuhe had true feelings for Bo Qiao, and he didn't want Bo Qiao to take advantage of him, but he also didn't want Song Yuhe to be unhappy, so he was already mentally prepared for the matter between the two of them.

It's just that Song Yuhe's current state is so strange no matter how you look at it.

Song Yuhe didn't listen no matter how much he persuaded him, so Song Guanxing frowned and changed his clothes, planning to go out to find Bao Qiao.

Anyway, if Song Yuhe didn't go skiing, it wouldn't be interesting to go by himself.

Bo Qiao had already changed at the speed of light, and was waiting on the sofa outside. Seeing Song Guanxing coming out by himself, he frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"

Song Guanxing said blankly, "Where did you provoke him?"

Bo Qiao also wanted to know the answer to this question, and rubbed the space between his brows: "I don't know either."

"Finally came to Zhanzhan Island, and he just wants to sleep on the bed." Song Guanxing looked at him with disgust, "If I knew this, I might as well play at home."

Bo Qiao glanced at him, but he didn't know what he had done for a while, so he didn't comment or refute the sarcasm.

"I'll go in and have a look." Bo Qiao stood up, making a gesture to go in, waiting to see Song Guanxing's reaction.

Normally, Song Guanxing would have blown up long ago, but this time Bo Qiao had already reached the door and was about to open it, but he was still sitting on the sofa with a bad face, not trying to stop him at all.

Bo Qiao: "..."

What a hell.

Bo Qiao didn't think much about it, and knocked lightly on the door: "I'm coming in."

Before waiting for a response, Bo Qiao pushed the door open and entered.

Song Yuhe jumped up from the bed when he heard Bo Qiao's voice. He didn't want Bo Qiao to come in, and instinctively looked forward to getting along with Bo Qiao. door in.

Song Yuhe sat on the bed, his whole body was dazed.

Seeing his blank look, Bo Qiao smiled, and said lightly: "What's the matter, is there something wrong?"

Song Yuhe quickly lowered his gaze, and said sullenly: "No, you two go out and play."

"The two of us went out to play..." Bo Qiao probably thought this sentence was very interesting, and said with a smile, "We'll be disgusted by each other before we reach the ski resort."

Song Yuhe: "..."

Is the relationship between his brother and Bao Qiao so bad?

"What's the matter?" Bo Qiao didn't want to beat around the bush with him, and knew that it was useless to beat around the bush with Song Yuhe, so he simply asked straight to the point, "Did I say something wrong before, or did something wrong? Why are you angry? ?”

Song Yuhe looked at him in surprise: "Angry?"

Bo Qiao nodded: "Well, it seems that you didn't hide from me because you were angry. Then why didn't you see me during this period of time? After finally meeting you, you still hide from me like a mouse seeing a cat?"

Song Yuhe: "..."

Song Yuhe lowered his head in embarrassment, and said in a low voice, "I didn't hide from you...I, I still reply to your message."

Although Song Yuhe didn't see Bo Qiao, he got back the news as usual.

Song Yuhe kept stirring his hands, trying to send Bo Qiao away, when he suddenly smelled a familiar scent of mint in his nose, he looked up in astonishment, and saw Bo Qiao standing beside him at some point, looking down condescendingly To see him.

Song Yuhe was startled, and instinctively got under the quilt.

Bo Qiao snorted: "Look, you are indeed avoiding me."

Song Yuhe froze, looking at him a little at a loss.

"If you don't feel well, just rest." Bo Qiao didn't ask any more questions, just said something softly, then turned and left.

Song Yuhe didn't react until the door was gently closed.

He didn't want to hide from Bao Qiao...

I just don't want to accept Bo Qiao's contact with him anymore, lest I really can't help it and fall completely.

But Bo Qiao seems to have misunderstood.

Song Yuhe fell into confusion for a moment, not knowing how to deal with this matter.

Seeing that Bo Qiao returned in vain, Song Guanxing glared at him and said, "It's useless."

Bo Qiao was not angry either, she put on her coat and went out.

Song Guanxing sneered, thinking nothing more than that, and was about to go back to see Song Yuhe, when the door was suddenly opened, and Song Yuhe ran out wearing slippers.

"Brother, where's Bo, Bo Qiao?" He asked in a hurry, and when he got the answer, he ran out without even putting on his coat.

Song Guanxing hurriedly said, "Hey, coat!"

Song Yuhe ignored him, and quickly ran out in the direction Song Guanxing pointed.

The place where the three of them stayed this time was not a hotel, but a newly built Rose Villa. What Song Yuhe didn't know was that this villa and even this island were all written with his name on it.

He ran out of the small balcony wearing only a thin cashmere sweater, and found that in the open-air garden, Bao Qiao was leaning on the railing, looking down at the snow scene not far away.

Around him, clusters of blooming roses.

At the same time, the snow was falling down one after another.

Song Yuhe only knew that he wanted to stop Bo Qiao from speaking clearly with him, but now that he saw Bo Qiao, he was dumb again, and stared blankly at Bo Qiao for a long time, not knowing what to say.

Bo Qiao soon noticed him, saw that his clothes were thin, frowned, and walked quickly: "Why did you come out wearing such thin clothes?"

He took off his coat and wrapped it around Song Yuhe's body, but seeing Song Yuhe staring at him, his lips trembling slightly, it took him a long time to say a word: "I...I didn't want to hide from you."

Bo Qiao was taken aback for a moment, then patted his head in amazement: "That's all? As for chasing him out?"

Song Yuhe looked at him blankly.

Bo Qiao sighed silently, and said, "Is it the flowers I sent...does it make you feel uncomfortable?"

Song Yuhe shook his head: "No."

Seeing that there was no change on his face, Bo Qiao knew that he hadn't noticed the meaning of those flowers at all. He raised his hand to brush off the snow on Song Yuhe's shoulders, leaned down slightly, supported his side face, and said softly: "I like you!" Did you send flowers?"

Song Yuhe said truthfully: "I like it."

Bo Qiao smiled, keeping a distance that would not surprise him or make him want to avoid it, and asked softly, "Then, do you like me to pursue you?"

Song Yuhe was stunned for a while, and then he repeated after a while: "Chasing, chasing after me?"

Bo Qiao, pursue him?