Blame him for being too pretty

When Song Yuhe watched a movie in the morning, he also wore this orange scarf.

Song Guanxing and Bo Qiao were crying earnestly, but he finished eating the two buckets of popcorn, and the faint smell of caramel cream remained on the scarf.

Bo Qiao never knew that the taste of butter could be so sweet and greasy, it made him dizzy, he let Song Yuhe hold him like a puppet on a string, and stuck the restless tip of his tongue between his lips.

A small handful of snow on the branch was blown by the wind, and it fell on the two of them as if it had snowed. A few snowflakes penetrated the back of Bao Qiao's neck, making him shiver, and finally woke up.

Song Yuhe's soft body was still next to him, he moved his lips slightly, looked at Baoqiao with reddish eye circles, mumbled "Huh?", and muttered, "Don't you want to kiss me?"

Bo Qiao was shaking all over, looking at Song Yuhe in panic, not knowing how to react for a while.

——There is no calmness and calmness in saying "I pursue you" with a blank face before.

Bo Qiao felt that he and Song Yuhe were playing an ambush. Song Yuhe retreated and he chased after him without fear, but when Song Yuhe became stronger, he began to fear and retreat again.

Bo Sanqiao's heart beat so fast that it almost jumped out of his throat. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before trying to reach out and hug Song Yuhe's waist.

"You..." Bo Qiao asked, "Have you really thought about it?"

After asking this sentence, he regretted it.

Isn't this the result he had always dreamed of? Why did he still give Song Yuhe a chance to go back on his word when he got it?

What if Song Yuhe had to think again?

Bo Qiao was startled, and before Song Yuhe could answer, he hugged him forcefully in his arms, pressed the back of his head with one hand, buried his face in his neck, and said calmly: "When I didn't ask .”

Song Yuhe's relatives kissed him so that his face was flushed, his cool palm pressed against the thin sweater on Bo Qiao's heart, and he muttered, "Your heart is beating so fast."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao's face was about to burn, but he still forcibly restrained the domineering president's calmness: "Well, maybe I'm a little cold."

Song Yuhe raised his head and said, "Then kiss me again, and it will warm me up."

Bo Qiao: "..."

It's terrible, Song Yuhe's straight ball is like a boomerang that he can kill, Bo Qiao can't catch any of them.

Seeing his expression, Song Yuhe finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

Bo Qiao finally got what he wanted, he felt his feet were floating, his eyes kept on Song Yuhe, fearing that this was just an imaginary dream.

Song Yuhe was very indifferent, he supported Bo Qiao's hand and walked on the snow in a straight line, he seemed to be in a good mood, humming an unknown song all the time, and the tune didn't know where he went.

Bo Qiao always felt that he should say something at this time, but after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't know how to say it.

Song Yuhe finally walked a hundred steps in a straight line, jumped down from the side of the road, looked back at the footprints in a straight line with satisfaction, nodded, and held Bao Qiao's hand tightly, as if discussing a small matter and said, "Sir, let's get engaged."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao almost choked himself to death, and he also knew that Song Yuhe might be saying something, but he didn't expect him to think about it all the way.

"got engaged?!"

"I'm already an adult." Song Yuhe said seriously, "I'm already 20 years old after the new year, so I can get engaged."

Bo Qiao was terrified at first, but when he heard such childish words, he couldn't laugh or cry: "How can you be so hypocritical?"

Song Yuhe muttered, "Can't you get engaged?"

Bo Qiao squeezed his hand tightly, and finally said what she had been thinking about halfway: "Let's fall in love first."

"fall in love?"

Bo Qiao used his poor relationship knowledge and rich experience in eating melons to sum up a series of procedures for dating: "First make a date, watch a movie, understand each other's preferences and three views, and finally talk about whether or not to get engaged."

Song Yuhe didn't know that falling in love was so troublesome, he said seriously: "We've had a date, watched a movie, and we know what we like, so we can get engaged directly."

Bo Qiao looked at him helplessly.

Song Yuhe also knew that no one seemed to get engaged as soon as the relationship was confirmed, so he had to rest his mind and said, "Then let's go on a date."

Bo Qiao raised her eyebrows: "Now?"

"Uh-huh."

Bo Qiao looked at the time and sighed: "It's very late now, and the weather is also cold, let's go back first."

Song Yuhe didn't feel cold when he was dressed thickly, but seeing that Bo Qiao only put on a coat over a cashmere sweater in order to maintain his demeanor, and only fastened three buttons, leaving his neck exposed, he felt cold at first glance, so he nodded agreed.

The two of them held hands and walked slowly towards the villa, probably because they wanted to spend more time alone together, they had to walk two steps into three steps, and it took them more than half an hour to finally arrive.

But as soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Song Guanxing wrapped in a coat, sitting shivering on the steps, with a small cake in a transparent box on his knees, his lips turned white from the cold.

Song Yuhe: "..."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Seeing Song Yuhe and Bo Qiao coming back, Song Guanxing was so cold that he didn't notice the two holding hands for a while, and cursed angrily in a trembling voice: "Bastard! Didn't I say that I don't need to bring the keys when you're at home?! "

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao rarely felt a little guilty: "You... how long have you been back?"

"It's already been half an hour." Song Guanxing was furious, but he was too cold to get angry again, so he could only say weakly, "Open the door first, I don't remember the password either."

Bo Qiao silently stepped forward and opened the door.

The three of them entered the villa, and as soon as the heating was turned on, the two overbearing bosses who wanted to be graceful finally felt that they had come back to life.

"What did you guys do?" Song Guanxing frowned and sat by the fireplace, and said angrily, "No one replied to my message."

Bo Qiao gave a dry cough, and explained: "I turned on the mute, Xiaozhi doesn't have a light brain."

Song Guanxing sneered, and was about to turn around to scold him, when he saw Song Yuhe was holding a small cake, dug a spoonful of it with a spoon, leaned close to Bo Qiao and said sweetly "ah" to him.

Bo Qiao's ears were hot, Song Guanxing saw that he was not very flamboyant, but he couldn't bear to reject Song Yuhe, so he could only hold back his shame, and opened his mouth to bite the spoonful of cake.

Song Yuhe looked at him with bright eyes: "Is it delicious?"

"Well, not bad."

Song Yuhe became happy, took a bite by himself, and then fed Bo Qiao another bite.

Song Guanxing: "???"

Song Guanxing said blankly: "Excuse me, can you treat me as a person? I also bought the cake."

Song Yuhe ran over again and fed his brother with a spoon.

Only then did Song Guanxing ease his expression: "Xiaozhi is so good, he really deserves to be my brother's good brother..."

Song Yuhe lowered his eyes while turning over the fruit pieces in the cake, and said in an extremely casual tone: "Brother, I'm in love with Bo Qiao."

Song Guanxing: "...brother."

Song Guanxing froze instantly.

Song Yuhe was still rummaging, and finally found a piece of mango, squinted his eyes, stacked the fruit piece and cream together, poked a big piece, and fed it to Song Guanxing, who likes to eat mangoes.

"Brother, ah."

My brother was expressionless, and my brother didn't want to "ah".

Song Guanxing looked coldly at Bao Qiao who was holding coffee and pretending to be indifferent, thinking that he just went out to buy a cake, and the two of them got together without warning in just a short while?

Bo Qiao is really a good method.

Song Guanxing's teeth were about to be gritted, and he stared at Bao Qiao like a mad dog.

Bo Qiao pretended he couldn't see it, and sat on a chair by the floor-to-ceiling windows to enjoy the snow scene while drinking coffee—even though he could only see the darkness, it didn't prevent him from enjoying it in style.

Song Yuhe was still poking the mango and putting it towards Song Guanxing's mouth: "Brother? Brother Mango, ah, open your mouth."

Song Guanxing opened his mouth sullenly, Song Yuhe fed the cake in, and before he could pull out the spoon, Song Guanxing's steel teeth bit off the plastic transparent spoon.

Song Yuhe: "..."

But any iron spoon will definitely break his teeth.

Song Yuhe knew that the relationship between the two was not good, and Song Guanxing would definitely not be very happy to fall in love with Bo Qiao, but he didn't expect him to be so angry.

"Brother..." Song Yuhe frowned and said, "Didn't you ask me to watch that movie? Why did I figure it out after watching it, so you're not happy?"

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing spat out the spoon, bared his teeth, showed a stiff and ugly cannibalistic smile, and said through gritted teeth, "Brother, why is he unhappy? I am very happy, hehe, hehe, congratulations."

The two words "Congratulations" are the same as Song Yuhe's tone before, speaking reluctantly and yin and yang.

Song Yuhe's skin got goosebumps from his laughter.

Song Guanxing had known for a long time that his brother and Bo Qiao would be together, and he also used it as an assist to match them up, but it didn't mean that he could easily accept the fact that Bo Qiao had married his brother.

I assist, does not prevent me from being angry.

Even if the two of them are not together, Song Guanxing is often angry. Bo Qiao has long been used to it, so he didn't bother to care about it. He found Song Yuhe's medicine box at night and said, "Xiao Zhi, come, go to bed after taking the medicine."

Speaking of taking medicine, Song Guanxing's disheveled face slowly returned.

Nothing is more important than Song Yuhe's body.

Song Yuhe nodded, stepped forward to take the medicine and water, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Can we sleep together that night?"

Bo Qiao: "..."

Song Guanxing, who had just calmed down, said, "..."

Half an hour later, Song Yuhe was lying on the bed, and Song Guanxing was poking, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

"Just fell in love, what does it sound like to sleep together?!"

"Before? Don't tell me before, you were pure friendship before, is it still now? Ah? Really?!"

"In the future, you should ask me again and again for appointments. Don't be fooled by others, understand?"

"Even if you want to sleep together, you have to wait until you reach the legal age of marriage and get married."

Song Yuhe was so trained that he was drowsy. When he heard the last sentence, he braced himself and said, "But in today's movie, they were lying on the same bed without getting married."

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing glared at him: "You still dare to talk back, don't you?"

Song Yuhe had no choice but to keep silent, and let Song Guanxing scold him for another half an hour.

Seeing that Song Yuhe was really sleepy, Song Guanxing stopped talking, covered the quilt lightly, and said softly, "Good night."

Song Yuhe stared in confusion: "Well, good night, brother."

Song Guanxing just left, and turned off the light by the way.

Song Yuhe looked very sleepy, but his ears were pricked up to listen to the sounds outside.

Song Guanxing seemed to have gone to wash up, and he came out of the bathroom after a while, lowered his voice and made a fuss in Bo Qiao's room before returning to the room in a comfortable mood.

Hearing the sound of Song Guanxing's door closing, Song Yuhe carefully got up from the bed. He didn't dare to put on his shoes, and stepped on the ground with bare feet, and opened the door cautiously like a thief.

Only the wall lamp was on in the living room, Song Yuhe tried his best to make no sound, walked on tiptoe quietly to the door of Bao Qiao's room, turned the doorknob lightly, and opened it directly.

It seems that Bao Qiao is still asleep.

Song Yuhe heaved a sigh of relief, held his breath and opened the door, quickly rushed in and closed the door.

Bo Qiao was sitting at the table, and there were nearly ten virtual split screens recording various data in front of him. Hearing the voice, he turned his head wearily, thinking that Song Guanxing had come to scold him again, and was about to turn around to scold him, when his eyes fell It fell on the thief-like Song Yuhe.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Song Yuhe successfully sneaked into Bo Qiao's room, ran over happily barefoot, threw himself on Bo Qiao, hooked his neck and sat on his lap: "Sir, I'm coming."

Bo Qiao was thrown back by him so that the chair slid half a step back, but luckily he didn't make too much noise.

Song Yuhe covered his mouth in fright, listened carefully and found that there was no movement outside, so he whispered to Bo Qiao and said in a low voice, "Let's keep our voice down."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Why does it feel so much like having an affair in the middle of the night?