Blame him for being too pretty

Song Yuhe's enthusiasm made Bo Qiao a little overwhelmed.

But seeing that he seems to have regained his freshness before his illness, Bo Qiao felt that it would be okay for him to be a little more enthusiastic.

Song Yuhe held onto Bo Qiao's shoulders, and sat on Bo Qiao's lap while kneeling and kneeling. This kind of intimate and ambiguous posture was done by him without any sense of sex at all.

"What are you looking at?"

Song Yuhe grabbed a virtual light screen at random, glanced at it from top to bottom, and said vaguely: "Targeted therapy? There is also targeted therapy for Hera's disease, right?"

"The location of the onset of Hera's disease is not clear, and some of them cannot be treated with this plan, it depends on luck." Bo Qiao replied with a sullen face. He couldn't help it, and said helplessly, "Can you start with me?" Get off?"

Song Yuhe rested his chin on Bo Qiao's shoulder, and muttered while looking at the data: "I don't want to come down, I want to be intimate with you—are you looking for a problem with these data? Well, there is one here, and the value is wrong."

Bo Qiao inhaled silently, had no choice but to let him maintain this posture, and began to modify the data with difficulty.

Song Yuhe just likes to be close to him, and doesn't make trouble, and even helped Bo Qiao solve a few big problems. After a while, the medicine in his body finally took effect, and he fell asleep on top of Bo Qiao in a daze. .

Bo Qiao had already re-sent the file to Assistant Ming, feeling that Song Yuhe's body had become limp due to falling into a deep sleep, and his movements were also relaxed.

He originally wanted to carry Song Yuhe back to the room, but just as soon as he moved, Song Yuhe who was lying on his shoulders woke up in a daze, and put a finger on his lips as if he was drunk, Unable to open his eyes, he still whispered, "Shh, don't, don't go out, you will wake up brother."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Seeing that he was dizzy from sleepiness, Bo Qiao had no choice but to put him on his bed.

Song Yuhe is someone who can fall asleep quickly as soon as he gets on the bed, but this time his back is stuck to the soft bed, but his hands and feet are still holding on to Bao Qiao tightly, unwilling to let go.

Bo Qiao didn't dare to tear his hands and feet apart with great force, so he could only say softly, "Sleep well."

Song Yuhe groaned, "You come too."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao thought that if I really dared to sleep here today, I might have to get a rabies vaccine tomorrow.

"Go to sleep, we have to go back to Nanhuai tomorrow morning."

Bo Qiao gently coaxed him, and after a while Song Yuhe reluctantly let go of his hands and feet, curled up in the quilt, muttered for nothing, and fell asleep.

Bo Qiao heaved a sigh of relief, straightened his messy hair, stared at Song Yuhe's sleeping face for a long time, bent down slightly like a thief, and gently kissed Song Yuhe's forehead.

After finishing, Bo Qiao was frightened by herself, stood up hurriedly, and quickly left the room.

As soon as he went out, Mr. Bo was frightened for the second time.

——Song Guanxing didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and was sitting on a stool at the door, looking out eeriely through a gap in the door, like a pervert who was peeping at others.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao was so frightened that his heart beat wildly, and the few horror movie clips popped up in his mind, and he couldn't help cursing: "Are you sick?!"

In the middle of the night, it can scare people to death.

Song Guanxing looked at him quietly and said, "Fortunately, you have passed the test."

Bo Qiao: "..."

After finishing speaking, Song Guanxing gently closed the door and remained silent.

Bo Qiao rubbed the center of her brows with a headache, thinking that sooner or later she would be frightened by Song Guanxing into a nervous breakdown.

Song Yuhe fell asleep in his own bed, and Bo Qiao was not polite, and went to Song Yuhe's room to sleep after washing up.

Bo Qiao thought it was nothing at first, but as soon as he lay on the bed, the smell that belonged to Song Yuhe permeated his nostrils, making him unable to sleep at all.

Song Yuhe slept on this bed all afternoon, and there was still that faint smell of roses on the sheets, bit by bit into Bo Qiao's heart like a small hook.

Song Yuhe likes the scent of roses very much, but he can't smell them often. Once, he casually said something to Xiang Jiu, and after many days of tinkering with Xiang Jiu, he specially made a bottle of rose perfume for him.

Song Yuhe thought it was too coquettish to spray perfume every day like his brother, but the rose fragrance was too pure, not to mention it was made by Xiang Jiu himself, so he happily accepted it and sprayed it on his wrist twice a day, Can keep for a day.

Now the bed sheet is full of the lingering fragrance of that perfume, which makes Baoqiao unable to sleep well.

Bo Qiao tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, Song Guanxing moved a stool and sat by the door, but Song Yuhe slept comfortably.

Early the next morning, Song Yuhe came out of Bo Qiao's room yawning, smelled the smell of food in the room, and asked vaguely, "Sir?"

When he opened his eyes, he found that Song Guanxing was watching him quietly in the kitchen.

Song Yuhe was inexplicably guilty, and obediently shouted: "Brother, it's so early?"

Song Guanxing didn't sleep at all, he glared at Song Yuhe and said, "Come over for dinner."

Song Yuhe originally wanted to call Bo Qiao, but seeing that Song Guanxing's eyes were turning green, he had no choice but to run over to eat.

Song Guanxing doesn't know how to cook, but he has a good posture and looks good.

He filled a bowl of porridge and put it on the table. Song Yuhe took a sip and said cautiously, "Brother, did Bo Qiao make this?"

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing glared at him: "It's all plain porridge, why do you think Bo Qiao made it?"

Song Yuhe said in a low voice, "Sir, he would put a little bit of sugar and tangerine peel in his porridge, and I ate it."

Song Guanxing was very angry, but he couldn't get angry, so he could only eat his own fried eggs and toast with a cold face, and resolutely refused to touch the things made by Bo Qiao.

After Song Yuhe finished eating, he couldn't see Bo Qiao from left to right, and finally couldn't hold back: "Brother, where did you go, sir?"

Song Guanxing thought sourly: "Sir, sir, it sounds really nice."

The sour turned sour, he still said truthfully: "I will leave for the company at six o'clock in the morning, drink some more, and we will go back after drinking."

Song Yuhe frowned: "He didn't tell me."

There is no news on the optical brain.

Where is this the way of getting along with the relationship just established?

Song Yuhe was scratching his head in depression, when suddenly a message popped up.

[Mint: Are you awake?I made porridge for you. The company has urgent matters, so I'll go back first. I'll go to Song's to find you after I've dealt with it. 】

Song Yuhe, who was still covered in black lines just now, suddenly blossomed in spring, and happily replied to the news.

【Song Pumpkin: Okay, okay, then I'll wait for you. 】

After he finished posting, he saw his ID, and then saw his ID again, and he always felt that something was weird.

Bo Qiao doesn't have the habit of making publicity known to all when falling in love, but Song Yuhe pays attention to the sense of form. After tinkering for a long time, he happily ran to Song Guanxing who was still eating dark dishes, and said: " Brother, let me take a look at your optical brain."

Song Guanxing's face was full of difficulty swallowing, and he almost vomited himself. He threw away the chopsticks and turned on the optical brain: "What are you looking at?"

Song Yuhe opened Song Guanxing's address book and looked at the chat list.

Song Yuhe's ID was pushed to the top by Song Guanxing, and Bo Qiao's was also on the top because he was still chatting yesterday.

The two IDs are next to each other.

Song Yuhe was so happy, he snapped a picture and sent it to himself, and ran back to continue chatting with Bao Qiao without letting it go.

Song Guanxing didn't know why, so he frowned and looked at the address book. His face was colorful at that time, like a palette.

The nicknames of the top two IDs have been changed.

【Thin Mint】

【River of Peppermint】

Song Guanxing almost had a heart attack, so choked that he just rolled his eyes.

His mailing list is dirty!

***

No matter how much Song Guanxing repelled him, news of Song Yuhe and Bo Qiao's relationship spread, and friends who knew them sent messages one after another.

[Qin Xian: Good boy? !If you are forced, give the teacher a password!Bo Qiao... so how old is Bo Qiao?He's almost thirty! 】

[Mint River: He is only 29, very young. 】

[Qin Xian: ... Are you serious? 】

[Mint River: Hmm! 】

Qin Xian has no position to intervene in his affairs anymore, not to mention that most people now know about Song Yuhe's Hera's disease, so if anyone is willing to beat a mandarin duck, naturally he can do whatever he wants.

[Mean and thin: Yo, are you really together?Not bad, I will give you a red envelope when we meet next time. 】

[Mint River: Thank you sister! 】

[Mean: Tsk, I'll change my ID so as not to get in your way. 】

【Mirror: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! ! 】

[Mint River: Speak well. 】

[Mirror: WooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooBo Qiao, that's Bo Qiao!Po-inch thin Qiao!Brother did not explode? 】

[Mint's River: No, did he match up? 】

【Mirror: Ahhh why?Brother, I don't agree! 】

[Mint's River: It's useless if you don't agree, I'll wait for you to come back to play during the winter vacation. 】

[Mirror: Woohoo. 】

After Sheng Lin heard about it, he didn't have Song Yuhe's communication number, and he didn't want to contact Bo Qiao, so he simply sent it to Song Guanxing.

[Sheng Lin: Congratulations, happy to have a younger brother and sister. 】

【Song Guanxing: Get lost! ! ! 】

[Sheng Lin: Haha. 】

Song Guanxing: "..."

After work at night, Bo Qiao really came to the Song family to look for Song Yuhe.

Bo Qiao had also been to Song's before, and many employees remembered him, and knew that the owner of the pinecone was very difficult to deal with him. Seeing him standing in the lobby on the first floor, they all cast their eyes on him.

Bo Qiao has eaten melons for so many years, and finally someone eats him.

But he didn't care.

Song Yuhe had already sent a message saying that he was on the elevator, Bo Qiao raised his hand to check the time, tapped the page of the optical brain rhythmically with his fingers, and patiently counted the time.

He was wearing a suit and leather shoes, and a dark overcoat over it. When the eyes under the silver-rimmed glasses coldly glanced over, he had a cold and majestic aura.

In less than 30 seconds, Bo Qiao's fingers counting the time lightly stopped, and the special elevator not far away slowly opened, and Song Yuhe and Song Guanxing walked out of it.

The passing employees were refreshed.

oh oh oh!

Deadly rivals, overlords, and rich families!

Everyone glanced over from the corner of their eyes, intending to see how the two of them didn't deal with each other.

But in the next second, the young master who was rumored to be deprived of the right to inherit the Song family suddenly jumped up happily, and trotted over happily, stretched out his long arms, hooked Bao Qiao's neck straight, and tiptoed to kiss him at the corner of his lips Take a sip.

"gentlemen."

Everyone: "..."

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing looked like he wanted to bite again.

Song Yuhe didn't pay attention to other people's gaze at all, hugged Bo Qiao's shoulder and kissed twice, and said with bright eyes: "Boyfriend, let's go on a date."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bao Qiao glanced at Song Guanxing who was about to come out of the cage to bite someone, thinking that if he nodded in agreement, Song Guanxing would definitely rush up to bite someone.

"It's getting late, let's have a meal together today."

Song Yuhe said disappointedly: "Ah? Then can I go to your house after dinner?"

Bo Qiaoxin said, why don't you look back at your brother?

But even if Song Guanxing got angry, he still tried his best to restrain himself. He looked at Bao Qiao coldly, with eyes full of words, "Do you dare to promise to give it a try?"

Probably thinking that Bo Qiao would go against him, he even turned on the light screen and gritted his teeth to write two lines on the screen.

[This is a test. 】

Bo Qiao: "..."