Blame him for being too pretty

Test, test.

Song Guanxing simply changed his communication ID to [Song Examiner].

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao is going to annoy Song Guanxing to death. Although he has never been in a relationship, based on his many years of experience in eating melons, ordinary people's love does not have a wooden stake like holding a small book and constantly staring at them as if they are going to grade an exam. .

That day, Bo Qiao and Song Yuhe went on a date and dinner together, and Song Guanxing followed him with a lingering ghost, staring at Bo Qiao all the time.

Bo Qiao felt uncomfortable being watched by him, but seeing that Song Yuhe didn't care, he simply didn't take it to heart.

Since then, Song Guanxing has been like a ghost behind the scenes. Whenever the two of them go out to play alone, he will find various reasons to stare at the back. Bo Qiao can't help but choke with him. test".

At the end, even Song Yuhe couldn't stand it anymore, and said to his brother seriously: "Brother, we don't want to have a third party on our date."

The "third party" Song Guanxing suffered a major blow, and said in disbelief: "Brother is just afraid that he will take advantage of you. You are still so young, but he is an old fritter!"

Song Yuhe said: "He won't take advantage of me! On the contrary, it's my brother. If you watch over there, I can't even take advantage of him!"

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing silently swallowed a mouthful of old blood.

Song Yuhe said so, even if Song Guanxing was reluctant, he could only let go and let the two of them go on a date behind his back.

Bo Qiao finally felt a little more relaxed.

But probably only Bo Qiao knows that going out on a date and shopping with Song Yuhe is actually not as dirty and ambiguous as Song Guanxing thought. The most couple-like thing the two of them have ever done is holding hands and buying a cup of milk tea to share ——But both of them don't like milk tea very much. After trying a cup, they don't drink it anymore.

When they are dating, they will not talk about love like other people, but they will discuss the details of Hera's disease-targeted drugs like a meeting.

Sometimes Bo Qiao is so confused that he thinks that he is still working overtime in the laboratory instead of dating his lover.

Song Yuhe's simulated virus finally succeeded in one night after failing more than 100 experiments.

It was already past twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Song Yuhe was woken up by his news, looked at it in a daze, immediately jumped up, put on clothes indiscriminately, and went to call Song Guanxing.

Fortunately, Song Guanxing was a night owl, so he quickly put on his clothes and went to the company.

It's just that after arriving at Song's, he found that Bo Qiao seemed to have arrived, and he was standing at the elevator entrance in the lobby on the first floor waiting.

It seems that Song Yuhe also unceremoniously called Bo Qiao.

Song Guanxing glared at him without saying anything, and the three of them got on the elevator together to the laboratory floor.

As soon as the elevator door opened, he answered it.

Song Yuhe stepped forward quickly: "Which plan succeeded?"

Him: "KSW1394."

"How much do the simulated values ​​overlap?"

"It's less than half, but it's much more than the last few times. I plan to replace the second half of the 25 data that was 128% successful last time."

"it is good."

Song Guanxing, who is good at bionics, and Bo Qiao, who is good at medicine, didn't understand a word of what the two of them said. They followed them to the laboratory in a daze. They wanted to help them as assistants or something, but he was too Excellent, one person can be worth ten people, and sometimes Song Yuhe can bring the documents and tools he needs before he can speak.

Song Guanxing: "..."

Bo Qiao: "..."

The two looked at each other, not knowing what they were here for.

Is it a refill?

Song Yuhe devoted himself wholeheartedly to his work, and forgot what he was doing when he dragged Song Guanxing and Bo Qiao over. He and he reloaded the data of the bionic human program that had been debugged countless times, and then continued to load.

Countless data were projected on the big screen, and Bao Qiao and Song Guanxing didn't even see what was written, so they just brushed it up.

Song Yuhe quickly said: "No, adjust again."

He is not made of flesh and blood, and there will be no data errors. It is often Song Yuhe who says what he says and what he does in the next second.

Song Guanxing watched and saw Bo Qiao's sullen face out of the corner of his eye. For some reason, he leaned forward and whispered, "Look, my brother's bionic is much better than you."

Bo Qiao looked at him coldly: "What do you mean?"

"Hmph." Song Guanxing said, "If you haven't known him earlier, Xiaozhi will definitely look down on you. A bionic person is more important than you in his eyes."

Bo Qiao pursed her lips, not wanting to talk to him.

But what Song Guanxing said was not bad, with Song Yuhe's personality, if he hadn't met him earlier, maybe he wouldn't even look at him.

Not right either.

When Song Yuhe met him at that time, his attitude towards him was also that dispensable attitude, even colder than the dead Bo Qiao.

If it weren't for those roses...

Bo Qiao took a deep breath.

At that time, Song Yuhe's attitude towards him gradually changed after he felt troublesome and bought him a bunch of roses during the Qixi Festival.

If he didn't send roses at that time, but instead let Song Yuhe obediently stare at the flowers on the flower stand, maybe the two of them would never get together.

Thinking of this, Bo Qiao actually felt a kind of luck.

Fortunately, I bought him flowers at that time.

Just when he was thinking wildly, Song Yuhe suddenly cheered, put the tools in his hand on the table, rushed over happily, hooked Bao Qiao with one hand and Song Guanxing with the other, and rushed to them, so excited The body is shaking.

He said gently from the side: "The overlap rate of virus data is 100%."

Song Yuhe had been working all night, and there were some bruises in his eyes, but he was very happy, hugged Song Guanxing and Bao Qiao and kissed each other, then got up and continued to optimize the remaining data with him.

Song Yuhe was busy working until the dawn broke, and then Song Yuhe withdrew from the data.

He didn't sleep all night and didn't feel tired, his eyes were full of light, humming a song and putting on his coat, he turned around and said to the two extremely sleepy people, "Let's go, I'll treat you to breakfast."

Song Guanxing yawned, feeling extremely sleepy: "Xiao Zhi, let's go home and sleep in the cage."

But Bo Qiao suppressed his sleepiness and said, "Okay, let's have breakfast."

Song Yuhe looked at Bo Qiao happily, took his hand, and said to Song Guanxing: "Then brother, go back and catch up on sleep. My husband and I will go have dinner."

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing: "Hey!"

He didn't finish "hey", Song Yuhe took Bao Qiao's hand and ran away.

There were no breakfast shops next to Song's, so Song Yuhe found a 24-hour coffee shop, went in with Bao Qiao, and ordered some small cakes and coffee.

Bo Qiao looked at the time and said, "I'll take you home to take your medicine after you finish eating."

Song Yuhe came out in a hurry and didn't bring his morning medicine, so he nodded upon hearing this.

After the virus data was simulated, Song Yuhe was overjoyed, chattering with Bo Qiao endlessly throughout the meal, those hard-earned data.

"I will go to the hospital again later, input my body data into the model, and then simulate how long I can live."

Song Yuhe could say such words without blinking, as if he really regarded his body as an experiment.

Bo Qiao had been listening quietly, until he couldn't hold back and opened his mouth until this sentence: "Don't say such things in the future."

Song Yuhe paused while eating the cake, tilted his head and said, "Mister, don't you like to hear it?"

Bo Qiao said truthfully, "Yes, I don't like it."

Song Yuhe also knew why he didn't like it, and he wasn't angry. He even rolled his eyes with joy, and said neatly, "Then I won't talk about it in the future."

Bo Qiao just nodded.

After the two finished eating, Bo Qiao drove Song Yuhe back.

Song Yuhe didn't drink coffee, but the only hot drink in the coffee shop was milk, and he was so thirsty that he had to pack a cup and sip it.

He doesn't like drinking milk very much, so he drank the small cup until he got home.

As soon as Bo Qiao stopped the car, Song Yuhe quickly stuffed the milk into Bo Qiao's hand, and said hastily, "I'll come out after I take the medicine. Let's go to the hospital together, then back to Song's, and finally to Pucun."

Bo Qiao nodded.

Song Yuhe got out of the car and immediately knocked on the window, as if he wanted to say something.

Bo Qiao rolled down the car window: "What's wrong?"

Song Yuhe whispered: "I don't think I should make such an arrangement. Are you going to work? If it's too busy, I'll let my brother go with me."

Bo Qiao said helplessly, "Your business is the most important."

Song Yuhe pursed his lips, and his ears were inexplicably hot. He gave a soft "um" and was not polite to Bao Qiao. He just said "wait for me" and rushed home.

In less than 10 minutes, Song Yuhe returned with a bunch of small medicine boxes.

"I, I...cough." Song Yuhe was almost out of breath from running, and coughed a few times after sitting still, and then said, "I brought all the medicine for several days, hurry, hurry, brother is behind Catch me."

Bo Qiao: "..."

From the rearview mirror, he saw Song Guanxing running behind, seeming to be cursing something, so Bao Qiao started the car and ran away in a flash.

After the car left the road of the manor, Song Yuhe thought it was very funny, and couldn't help laughing out loud, his eyes curled up.

The virus data was simulated, which seemed to give him hope of rebirth. He was so happy that he choked himself from laughing.

"Slow down." Bo Qiao also smiled lightly, and handed Song Yuhe the unfinished milk, "Laugh after drinking."

Song Yuhe: "..."

Song Yuhe couldn't laugh anymore.

He frowned and turned to the box of still warm milk, muttering, "I don't like to drink this."

Bo Qiao said, "Hey, finish your drink."

Song Yuhe took another two sips with a bitter face. He really didn't like the taste of milk. He rolled his eyes and saw that Bo Qiao was waiting for the traffic light. : "You take a sip, and I'll drink it."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao glanced at him with a half-smile, and saw that he was looking at her eagerly, so she took a deep breath and shared some of the burden for him.

Song Yuhe saw that half of the milk was missing, so he took the box back.

His slightly sickly lips were soft and slightly cool, and he gently took small sips of the straw, probably because it was too bad to drink, and he had to bite the straw for a long time after taking a sip.

The good straws were all turned white by him.

Bo Qiao glanced at the straw inadvertently, and looked away in embarrassment after thinking of something.

Song Yuhe didn't know what Bo Qiao was thinking, bit his straw and said vaguely: "I guess my legs will be hard to move in half a year, and then my hands, um...why do I feel that this disease is so similar to ALS? similar?"

Bo Qiao looked at Lu without squinting, and said: "Some hospitals use the plan to treat people with ALS to treat Hera's disease, but the effect is minimal."

"Oh." Song Yuhe bit the straw for a while, but didn't want to drink anymore.

He looked at the time of the traffic light, moved the white straw from the bite, and said, "Sir, take another sip."

Bo Qiao looked at the straw, then at Song Yuhe.

Song Yuhe blinked at him: "What's wrong?"

Bo Qiao endured it again and again, but he still couldn't hold it back. He held his breath and said in a muffled voice, "This...is an indirect kiss."

Song Yuhe looked at him in surprise, he didn't expect him to think about this.

Soon, when the traffic light was on time, Bao Qiao drove across the road and brought him to the parking lot of the hospital one minute later.

Bo Qiao felt a little embarrassed. He always felt that he shouldn't have said that sentence just now. He was obviously just drinking milk, but when he said that sentence, he seemed to be playing a hooligan.

He was secretly annoyed, and was about to unbuckle his seat belt when Song Yuhe, who had finally finished drinking the milk, suddenly said, "Sir."

Bo Qiao turned around: "What?"

In the small car, Song Yuhe pulled off his seat belt and leaned towards him.

Bo Qiao instinctively avoided, but he didn't know where to hide, so he could only let Song Yuhe lean over.

"What's the meaning of indirect kissing." Song Yuhe stared at Bo Qiao's lips, and said seriously, "If you want to come, come directly."

After speaking, he leaned forward and gave Bo Qiao a kiss that smelled of milk and roses.

Bo Qiao: "..."