Blame him for being too pretty

This is the first time the two have been intimate since their relationship was established, Bo Qiao's pupils shrank slightly, and when he came back to his senses, Song Yuhe had already finished kissing and withdrew to leave.

Song Yuhe was very proactive, but Bo Qiao never gave him any response. The first time was okay, but the second time Song Yuhe began to reflect on whether he was too proactive and put too much pressure on Bo Qiao.

Song Yuhe sat back in the co-pilot, frowned and thought while holding his schoolbag, he unconsciously licked his lips, felt a faint aroma of coffee, and turned his head to look at Bao Qiao.

He was about to say something when he suddenly felt that Bao Qiao leaned over and gently held his chin with one hand, and the faint aroma of coffee suddenly became stronger, covering his pale lips.

Song Yuhe was stunned.

Bo Qiao was much taller than Song Yuhe, and the oppressive feeling in the narrow car made Song Yuhe, who was not afraid of anything, instinctively get goosebumps all over his body, and immediately wanted to run away.

But Bo Qiao didn't give him a chance, almost pushed him on the seat, and kissed him back forcefully.

Song Yuhe would only pry open his lips and poke the tip of his tongue in, no more.

But Bo Qiao obviously knew more than him. Within a minute of pressing him, Song Yuhe felt that the air in his body was sucked out, his heart was beating violently, and there was a feeling of suffocation close to hypoxia.

Song Yuhe couldn't help it anymore, he couldn't help but raise his toes, he struggled to hold onto Bao Qiao's shoulder and pushed it out.

Only then did Bo Qiao gently let him go.

He is a normal man, and he managed to get in touch with Song Yuhe, and then he was raped by that bastard Song Guanxing, and Song Yuhe was always talking about the Hera disease virus when he was dating, which made him have no desire for a while ago No need, almost no worldly desires.

Now Song Yuhe's closeness made him feel like he had lifted the ban. He was obviously worried that his words were playing hooligans just now, but now he directly kissed him shamelessly.

Fortunately, he parked his car in the parking lot, otherwise he would definitely be seen.

Song Yuhe felt that his waist was about to go limp, and he slumped on the seat and looked at Bao Qiao blankly.

It's obviously the same kiss, why is Bao Qiao's completely different from his?

Like a wolf with a big tail, Bo Qiao wiped away the physical tears from the corners of Song Yuhe's eyes, and said softly, "Go, go check it out."

Song Yuhe was dazed for a long time, and then "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

He took Bo Qiao's hand, and was silent all the way, until the examination room, Song Yuhe raised his head and grabbed Bo Qiao's forearm: "Sir."

Bo Qiao gave a dry cough, pretending to be calm and said: "What?"

Song Yuhe scratched Bo Qiao's palm with his fingers, and whispered, "Did you notice just now, I have brought medicine for several days..."

Bo Qiao was stunned for a moment, and then said incredulously: "No wonder your brother wants to chase you."

It turned out that Song Yuhe planned to stay out at night.

Seeing that he understood, Song Yuhe immediately raised a smile and kissed the corner of his lips on tiptoe, and happily went to check.

Bao Qiao was indifferent, sitting on the chair outside the clinic, looking at the computer slowly with the posture of a domineering president, in fact, the tips of his ears turned red, and his fingers just moved the icons on the computer page unconsciously. Go, I kept thinking about what I did in the car just now in my mind, and my head was about to smoke.

Fortunately, Song Guanxing rescued him in time and sent a message.

【Examiner Song: This is a test!Test ah ah ah! ! ! 】

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao had something to do, tried to forget what happened just now, pulled out the virtual keyboard and lined up with Examiner Song.

[Mint's Bo: Go away, why don't you tell Xiaozhi this, what's the point of telling me every day? 】

Examiner Song was about to vomit blood, if he could control Song Yuhe, would he still need to work hard on Bo Qiao?

【Examiner Song: He's still young!He is still a child!You can't be such a beast. 】

[Mint's Bo: As long as your thoughts are not so dirty, Xiaozhi won't hide from you. 】

[Song Examiner:? ? 】

[Mint's Bo: Did you know that Xiaozhi wanted to get engaged to me directly when we were on Zhanzhan Island? 】

[Song Examiner:? ? ? ? ? ? 】

[Mint's Bo: If I was really as beastly as you think, I would have agreed to his engagement at that time, how many times would you have to tell me before you would believe me? 】

Bo Qiao was seriously explaining to Song Guanxing that it was absolutely impossible for him to lure Song Yuhe into doing nasty things when he was ignorant. consider.

But under the interpretation of Song Guanxing's serious younger brother's accusation, it became - your younger brother even took the initiative to talk about the engagement, and I didn't agree. If you continue to babble, I will agree!

Song Guanxing was so angry that his hands were shaking: [You, you... you are threatening me? !How dare you threaten me? ! 】

Bo Qiao: "???"

Bo Qiao was dazed, he didn't know what Song Guanxing had imagined, and he didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, so he set the chat window to do not disturb, and opened his parents' chat group, hesitating again and again, not knowing whether to send .

Song Yuhe's full body examination and Hera's disease data will probably take a long time. Bo Qiao flicked the icon for a long time in boredom, and finally made up his mind to click on the chat group.

[Mint's Bo: I have a boyfriend. 】

Bai Shao replied almost instantly.

[Bai Shao: Is that the young master of the Song family? 】

[Mint's Bo: Yes. 】

[Bai Shao: Whoa, whoa, when will you bring him home for dinner? 】

[Mint's Bo: Wait a little longer. 】

[Bai Shao: Okay, when the time comes, mom will cook herself! 】

Seeing Bai Shao's pretentiously calm tone, Bo Qiao knew that Bo Huacai must have told them about this in advance, and he didn't bother to act with his mother, so he just chatted a few words before turning off the optical brain.

At this moment, a familiar voice came from not far away.

"Boss?"

Bo Qiao looked back, and found that the person who was completely covered from head to tail was walking towards him slowly.

The only one who can bring the pure white corridor of the hospital out of the runway effect is probably only Sheng Lin.

Bo Qiao nodded casually: "Yes."

Sheng Lin came over and took off the scarf, mask and glasses, looked at the name of the consulting room, raised his eyebrows and said, "President Bo is sick?"

"No." Bo Qiao didn't want to talk to him, "Accompany Xiaozhi to have a physical examination."

Sheng Lin smiled: "Yuhe seems to be in poor health all the time."

Bo Qiao nodded casually, intending to end the conversation: "Yes."

Sheng Lin saw his perfunctory, and stopped chatting with him, found a seat and sat down, crossed his legs and started playing with the optical brain.

After a while, a young man ran out from the consulting room next to him. He looked around and saw Sheng Shi's eyes lit up. Are you waiting for me outside?"

Sheng Lin turned his head coldly, disgusted with the big cat's coquettishness, and stretched out his hand to push him away: "Aren't I just outside? Sit down and don't act coquettish."

Sheng Mingsong reluctantly sat up straight, but still tilted his brother unconsciously, he pointed to the consulting room just now: "I was there, you came here, so that I couldn't see him at first sight when I came out." your turn."

Sheng Lin, a desolate high-mountain flower, seldom showed his true emotions, but this time he didn't hold back in front of Bao Qiao, glared at Sheng Mingsong, and cursed in a low voice: "Don't scatter!" Virtue."

Bo Qiao was bored at first, but when he saw Sheng Mingsong coming out and pounced on Sheng Lin, his eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses instantly switched to the state of eating melons. Glance at people.

"It seems that this person is the other half of Sheng Lin mentioned on the Internet, that amateur." Bo Qiao was amazed, thinking, "Is it still an orthopedic department? No wonder Song Guanxing refused to let these two people come out publicly."

When Sheng Lin came over just now, Bo Qiao didn't look at him all the time. Now he glanced at him casually, and found that after pulling off the scarf, there were faint red marks on Sheng Lin's suet-like neck, which looked like it had been bitten by a dog.

Bo Qiao has no expression on his face, but his heart is crazily eating melons.

"Are you sick or not?" Sheng Lin was annoyed by the pestering, and said coldly, "Go back if you're not sick."

Sheng Mingsong said hurriedly: "Yes, yes, the doctor said I am allergic to pollen, so don't send me roses in the future."

Sheng Lin: "..."

Sheng Lin has been filming scenes in the entertainment industry for so many years, even nude scenes. He has always been calm and doesn't feel that there is any need to be ashamed. Bo Qiao, who was an honest gentleman and had no interest in their mess, was so ashamed that he almost couldn't breathe steadily.

Sheng Mingsong was still exercising virtue, Sheng Lin couldn't bear it any longer, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up, and said coldly, "Go home."

Sheng Mingsong responded crisply: "Hey! Go home!"

Sheng Lin said goodbye to Bo Qiao in embarrassment, and quickly dragged Sheng Ming away.

It was rare to see the King of Flower of Gaoling in such a hurry, Bo Qiao finally raised his head to look at the back of the two leaving, adjusted his glasses lightly, expressing that he was very satisfied with this melon.

Who would have thought that Sheng Lin, who was walking sideways in the entertainment industry, would fall into the hands of his younger brother who was so much younger than him?

After a while, Song Yuhe, who had been tossed enough, finally came out of the consulting room staggeringly, his face was pale, and he forced a smile when he saw Bo Qiao.

Bo Qiao was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

Song Yuhe shook his head: "It's just that the value set by an instrument is too high, and I can't help but spit out what I ate in the morning. Just drink some warm water later."

Bo Qiao saw that his face was pale due to Hera's disease, and his heart was throbbing. He took a breath and said softly: "Let's go back and rest first, and then go to Song's to get data when we are better."

"No need." Song Yuhe pulled himself together, "Just throw up, I'll take it easy, I'd better get my work done first and then rest."

Otherwise, he would be stuck in his heart with the work to be done, and he would not be able to rest well.

Bo Qiao knew his temperament, so he could only help him to sit down, and fed him with some warm water.

Song Yuhe drank in small sips, his stomach, which was throbbing like crazy just now, finally felt warm, and the remaining pain disappeared little by little.

After sitting in the hospital for more than half an hour, Song Yuhe regained his energy, and took Bo Qiao to the Song family.

Seeing that he was sleepy, Bo Qiao told him to divert his attention while driving: "I saw Sheng Lin and his younger brother just now, it seems that Sheng Lin's younger brother is allergic to hay fever, but Sheng Lin didn't know why he sent him away. gave him a bouquet of roses, and ended up in the hospital."

Song Yuhe tilted his head, smiled and said, "Sheng Mingsong?"

Bo Qiao raised her eyebrows: "You know him?"

"Yeah." Song Yuhe said, "I fell unconscious on the snow at that time, and he sent me to the hospital."

Speaking of this, Song Yuhe seemed to remember something, and asked, "Is your birthday coming soon?"

Bo Qiao nodded: "Well, NO.15 next month."

Song Yuhe nodded, turned on the optical brain and set a birthday reminder.

Bo Qiao looked at the road, hesitated for a while, and said softly, "Xiaozhi, this year's birthday...do you want to come to my house? My parents want to see you."

Song Yuhe paused: "See me?"

Bo Qiao nodded, forcibly steadied the tension in his heart, and said casually: "I told him about our affairs, and they said...well, I want to have a meal with you."

Song Yuhe thought about it seriously, and vaguely remembered that if he met both parents when they were dating, it was equivalent to a complete relationship, and the next step was to talk about marriage.

He nodded quickly: "Okay, okay, let's go."

Bo Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.

"But we won't see you until next month." Song Yuhe counted the time with his fingers, "How about I import the data into the bionic human model, and you can go to my house to meet my parents first when you pick a time. "

Bo Qiao: "?"

Song Yuhe turned his back on the guest and looked at him with starry eyes: "Is it okay?"

Bo Qiao pursed her lips and held back for a long time before saying bluntly, "Okay."