Blame him for being too pretty

When Bo Qiao saw Sheng, he knew what Song Guanxing was up to.

He snorted, crossed his legs and watched coldly.

Song Yuhe hesitated, and said tactfully: "You're welcome, even if it's someone else, he will save him."

Sheng Lin pretended not to understand his refusal, and said softly, "Is his name 'Ta He'? What a good name."

Song Yuhe loves to hear others praise 57 the most, even if he is 57's "substitute" he is praised, he would roll his eyes with joy.

57 snorted coldly.

Song Yuhe choked, and immediately didn't dare to laugh.

"Then you wait." This time it was Qin Xian's treat, Song Yuhe didn't dare to make a decision without authorization, turned to Qin Xian who was already stunned, and said, "Teacher, teacher, can I have dinner with them?"

It was the first time for Qin Xian to be so close to the great actor, and then he came back to his senses: "I can do anything."

Song Yuhe nodded: "Okay, let's eat together."

Sheng Lin smiled, and Song Guanxing also got up and walked over, and handed the gift he had prepared in advance to Song Yuhe with a smile: "Yuhe, this is a congratulatory gift from you."

His fingers trembled slightly, lest Song Yuhe would not accept him.

Song Yuhe was slightly stunned, with obvious joy on his face, and took it unceremoniously: "Thank you."

Song Guanxing was overjoyed.

With Song Yuhe Songkou, Song Guanxing and Sheng Lin finally had a meal.

Fortunately, Qin Xian's reserved seat is enough for two more people.

After Qin Xian found a seat carelessly, he sat next to Bo Huacai and poured water for her graciously.

Bo Huacai, who had been scolding Qin Xian for being a "straight man of steel" just now, also smiled, and started to stick with Qin Xian.

Bo Qiao almost rolled his eyes, he didn't bother to look at the two of them, his eyes shifted to Song Yuhe.

He intentionally put a beautiful rose next to him, intending to use the rose to "catch" Song Yuhe to sit next to him.

Song Guanxing didn't sit down first either, he waited for Song Yuhe to sit down and then sat next to his younger brother, so that it was convenient to connect with each other.

The two dog men rattled their little abacus, but saw Song Yuhe leading Sheng Lin to sit next to Bo Qiao, and then casually pulling Song Guanxing to sit next to Sheng Lin.

Three people: "???"

After Song Yuhe arranged the two of them, Diandian ran to Qin Xian and sat down next to him, and Lu Jing also sat down next to him without any discernment.

Everyone looked at each other.

Song Yuhe didn't realize what was the arrangement for such a seat arrangement at all, and he was still quietly winking at Bo Qiao, with "Sir, this is your favorite star" written all over his face.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao hated chasing stars at close range, and he didn't like being too close to the stars he liked, which affected his happiness of chasing stars with the crowd. At this moment, the corners of his lips twitched, and he looked at Sheng Lin indifferently.

Sheng Lin maintained his demeanor at all times, and exchanged a glance with Bao Qiao, whose eyes were full of hostility, with his signature business smile, his eyes were full of falsehoods.

Bo Qiao turned her head away, and threw the rose into the trash can by the way.

The one who was more angry than him was Song Guanxing. He looked at Lu Jing with murderous eyes.

Lu Jing was extremely innocent, he just felt like he was in the Shura field, why was the atmosphere around him so strange?

Even if it was a Shenglin treat, Song Yuhe didn't order food extravagantly. He had very little desire for food, as long as he didn't starve to death, he ordered two dishes decorated with roses, and then passed the menu to others. Sit and wait to eat.

Qin Xian, who had finished chatting with Bo Huacai, finally noticed that the atmosphere was a bit strange. Looking left and right, he started the conversation with some embarrassment: "Today's mechanical competition is really thrilling. Fortunately, nothing happened."

Song Yuhe also nodded: "Yes, yes."

Sheng Lin, who was almost affected, smiled and said, "I heard that Yuhe was blocked by those who wanted your bionic data in the afternoon. Did you plan to sell the data?"

Now the entire bionic machinery industry is rumored that Song Yuhe sold the data of the bionic man to the Song Corporation. In just one afternoon, relying on this pretentious rumor, the market value of the Song Corporation was raised by a point.

Song Yuhe looked curiously at a pre-dinner dessert, and replied casually: "No."

After he finished speaking, he looked up at Song Guanxing again and asked, "Do you want to buy it?"

Song Guanxing was flattered, and Song Yuhe didn't want Song Yuhe to think that he was also a businessman who coveted his bionic data, so he said reservedly: "I didn't want to buy it."

"It's okay." Song Yuhe said casually, "I'll give you what you want directly."

Song Guanxing was taken aback.

The others present were also shocked by Song Yuhe's generosity.

After all, just relying on the technology of self-awareness of bionic people to make profits is an amount that ordinary people can't even imagine in their lifetime.

Song Guanxing, who just got a huge sum of money for nothing, didn't feel ecstatic, he only felt his heart sinking deeper.

Because Song Guanxing knew that the reason why Song Yuhe was not interested in money and dared to give him the bionic data that everyone in the interstellar coveted was because he didn't plan to stay in Fu'enli for a long time.

He didn't leave himself a broad road to the future, he just wanted to repair 57 and retreat to the barren Mofenfen to fend for itself.

Thinking of this, Song Guanxing was even more sad.

The others were waiting for Song Guanxing to be ecstatic, but they didn't expect that after Song Yuhe finished speaking, Song Guanxing suddenly became depressed uncharacteristically, hanging his head and saying nothing.

That's not a happy reaction.

Song Yuhe said strangely: "What's the matter with you?"

Song Guanxing forced a smile: "It's nothing, I don't want your bionic data."

Song Yuhe was full of doubts. He saw that those people in the bionic machinery industry were desperately trying to buy his data, why did he take the initiative to give it to him, and Song Guanxing was not happy?

Seeing that the atmosphere was weird again, Sheng Lin took out the wine beside him: "Can Yuhe drink?"

Song Yuhe had never drank alcohol before, so he was going to nod his head and taste it, but Song Guanxing stopped him: "He is underage, so he cannot drink alcohol."

Sheng Lin raised his eyebrows: "Underage?"

Song Yuhe frowned and looked at Song Guanxing: "How do you know that I'm underage, even I don't know what my birthday is, the temporary ID that the teacher gave me seems to be an adult."

Song Guanxing choked, hesitantly not knowing how to make amends.

Fortunately, Qin now said carelessly from the side: "Yuhe looks really young, but the temporary identity ID procedure for minors is too complicated, so I will report a little older."

Song Yuhe was distracted and didn't notice Song Guanxing's abnormality, so he passed the cup over, wanting to taste the wine.

How could Song Guanxing let people who were not yet of age drink alcohol, so Sheng Lin took Song Yuhe's cup first: "Hey, I'll pour you some juice, it's sweet."

Song Yuhe frowned slightly, but he didn't refuse. He took the juice with his mouth curled up, and took a small sip of it with both hands.

It's really sweet.

His furrowed brow widened and he seemed to enjoy drinking.

Lu Jing also passed the cup over: "Brother, I will drink too."

Song Guanxing wrote "You drink the air and go you" all over his face.

Lu Jing: "..."

Feel the double standard.

After a while, the food was served one after another, and everyone did not continue to chat awkwardly. Some drank and drank, and those who ate vegetables ate vegetables.

Song Yuhe didn't think there was any difference between the food in this high-end restaurant and the food in the pickled vegetable fish shop. The only thing he liked was the rose cake that Song Guanxing ordered. non-stop.

Song Guanxing didn't even eat any food, and kept staring at Song Yuhe, his aunt's smile that he didn't realize was all over his face, as if he could see his brother's food broadcast forever.

Bo Qiao was too lazy to look at Song Guanxing's cowardly expression, and was about to pour juice, but Sheng Lin poured him a glass of wine with a smile.

Bo Qiao looked at him coldly.

He knew that he was not a good drinker, and he rarely drank alcohol when socializing on weekdays.

Sheng Lin still smiled, and said lightly: "Bo is finally another boss of my studio, and I have never had the chance to have dinner with you before, so I take this opportunity to toast a glass of wine today, thank you for your support."

Bo Qiao picked up the wine glass with a half-smile: "Sheng Yingdi is smart, I will take advantage of this meal to thank you for everything."

Sheng Lin pretended not to hear his dissatisfaction, and drank the wine with a smile.

Bo Qiao didn't say much, just took a sip of the wine and drank it.

Song Guanxing finally came back to his senses, looked at Bo Qiao's half glass of wine, and said with a smile, "Mr. Bo, do you keep your wine glass for whales?"

Bo Qiao gave him a cold look, his eyes full of threats.

Probably because of his younger brother's preferential treatment, Song Guanxing finally became more courageous, and even the aggrieved feeling of being "bullyed" by Bao Qiao for a while came to the fore, and he became even more arrogant after drinking some wine.

Ignoring Bao Qiao's stare, he bumped his wine glass there: "Come on, I'll toast Bo Zong."

Bo Qiao had written all over his face, "Do you think I want to talk to you?"

Bo Huacai knew her younger brother's drinking capacity, so she didn't stop her, and she sat next to Qin Xian with a smile.

Song Yuhe was also attracted by the dispute between the two, he asked suspiciously while eating the pastry: "What are you doing?"

"Drinking." Lu Jing said, "Adults are like this. Either they are forced to drink, or they are forced to drink."

Song Yuhe suddenly realized, and stared at Bo Qiao fiercely.

Bo Qiao was a little unnatural being stared at by him, so he couldn't directly yell at Song Guanxing, so he clinked glasses with Song Guanxing with a bad face, and drank the rest of the wine.

Song Guanxing could see Boss Bo's pretentiousness, and knew that he didn't want to lose face in front of Song Yuhe, so he tricked him with a smile: "Boss Boss is a good drinker."

After finishing speaking, he slapped Bo Qiao full again.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao wanted to kill him already.

Song Yuhe was originally watching with great interest, but he ate too much rose cake, he panicked and coughed a few times.

Lu Jing hurriedly poured water on him, and said angrily, "It's delicious, it's not the way to eat it, isn't it uncomfortable?"

Song Yuhe shook his head: "It's delicious, I still want to eat it."

Lu Jing: "..."

They choked like this and still ate.

Taking advantage of Song Yuhe's absence, Bo Qiao brushed away another full bottle of wine, stretched out his foot under the table and kicked it heavily.

Sheng Lin smiled gracefully, and his voice came out from between his teeth: "President Bo has such strong feet, it's a pity not to play football."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Song Guanxing smiled triumphantly at Bo Qiao, and Sheng Lin, who had kicked him for no reason, gave him a hard look.

This meal was indescribable, and it was almost a breakup.

After Qin Xian and Bo Huacai finished eating, they were already sweet and didn't know where to hang out. Song Guanxing wanted to send his brother back home courteously, but Bao Qiao sneered, took Song Yuhe's hand and got into the car.

Song Yuhe pressed the car window and obediently waved at Song Guanxing: "Goodbye."

Song Guanxing hurriedly said, "I'll see you tomorrow. I'll take you to the hospital in the morning."

Bo Qiao set up the automatic driving program, and said flatly: "Don't bother, I will send him there."

Song Guanxing knew that Bo Qiao was still remembering those few glasses of wine tonight, so he pretended not to hear his words, and said goodbye to Song Yuhe with a smile.

Bo Qiao snorted, started the car, and drove away.

Seeing that Song Guanxing was still watching the direction the car was leaving, Sheng Lin, who was wearing a mask, finally realized a problem.

"He... is really your brother?"

Song Guanxing looked away: "Do you think I'm going to joke about this?"

Sheng Lin thought about it, too, Song Guanxing seldom talked about his younger brother Song Liuzhi, every time someone said these three words in front of him, Song Guanxing would definitely be unhappy for several days.

Sheng Lin originally thought that something happened to Song Liuzhi and he stayed in the hospital all year round so he didn't return to Nanhuai Star, but now it seems that the situation is more complicated.

Lu Jing asked softly, "Brother, what gift did you give Xiaozhi today?"

Song Guanxing followed Bo Qiao to learn the skill of "pretending to be like the wind", and said reservedly: "It's nothing, it's a botanical garden."

Lu Jing: "..."

Damn, it was installed.

At the same time, Song Yuhe was also unpacking the gift Song Guanxing gave him, but there was only one document and one card in the huge box.

Song Yuhe didn't even look at what the document was, but fell in love with the card instead.

When the card is closed, it looks like a rose, but when the folded paper is opened and the program circuit inside is triggered, a rose garden that has been reduced countless times will appear out of thin air on the thin paper. flower.

Song Yuhe liked it so much, he couldn't put it down and opened and closed it, playing all the way.

When he was in the car, Bo Qiao had been sitting in the co-pilot and resting with his eyes closed. He must have been drunk too much by Song Guanxing, and was suffocated by the temperature in the car along the way. By the time he stopped, the alcohol had spread all over his body.

When he arrived at the destination and was woken up by Song Yuhe, Bo Qiao shuddered without a trace, and was dazed for a while before he went to unbuckle his seat belt.

But his fingers were a little disobedient, and he couldn't open the safety buckle for a long time.

Song Yuhe simply opened the co-pilot's door and leaned in halfway to unbuckle him.

In a daze, Bo Qiao smelled the strong fragrance of roses, took a breath unconsciously, and stared blankly at Song Yuhe who was almost in his arms.

Song Yuhe tilted his head slightly to press the safety buckle, the little yellow hat covered his little grip, and when he looked down, his white collarbone was vaguely revealed.

When Bo Qiao realized where his gaze stayed, he trembled all over, almost pushing him out.

Fortunately, Song Yuhe had already opened the safety buckle and left the cramped co-pilot.

He could see that Bao Qiao was a little drunk, so he took the initiative to reach out to him: "Sir? I'll support you."

Bo Qiao stared at the soft fingertips for a long time before trying to pass her hand over.

It's just that his sanity was still a little bit soaked in the alcohol, and he desperately struggled with the chaos, trying to maintain the last bit of clarity.

Bo Qiao's hand stopped in the air, his brows were tightly frowned.

But when Jiuyi and Qingming were tearing each other up, Song Yuhe couldn't wait any longer, and directly stepped forward to hold his hot hand, and pulled him out of the co-pilot.

Bo Qiao's consciousness was like an old iron tower, making an overwhelmed "squeak".

With a bang, it collapsed directly.

Bo Qiao was no longer half-clear, and was staggered home by Song Yuhe's support.

Along the way, Bo Qiao was muttering something in a low voice, Song Yuhe concentrated on helping the drunk cat who couldn't even walk, and didn't pay much attention.

It wasn't until Song Yuhe supported Bo Qiao on the bed that he had time to listen to what he was saying.

Bo Qiao lay on the soft bed, staring at the ceiling above his head in a daze, muttering in his mouth.

"It's hard to drink."

Song Yuhe leaned forward and said doubtfully, "What's so bad?"

"The wine is terrible."

Bo Qiao frowned tightly, speaking clearly.

Song Yuhe: "But you obviously enjoyed drinking today."

Cup after cup.

Bo Qiao clenched his fists and beat the bed hard, and said emphatically, "Yes, it's terrible."

Song Yuhe didn't quite understand why adults love and hate wine so much, so he could only follow him and say, "Okay, it's terrible, so I won't drink it from now on."

Bo Qiao nodded, and said unhappily after a while: "Song Guanxing, annoying."

If before, Song Yuhe would have hated Song Guanxing along with Mr. Bo, but this time he didn't blindly follow suit, instead he asked like coaxing a child, "Why is he annoying?"

Bo Qiao thought about it seriously, and sat up with his hands propped up for a long time, then frowned and said, "It's just annoying."

Song Yuhe was amused by his serious appearance, and asked, "Is Sheng Lin annoying? Sir, he wanted his autograph and group photo before."

According to Bo Qiao's obsession with Sheng Lin's signature, Song Yuhe originally thought that Mr. Bo would be very happy to sit with the star, but unexpectedly, Bo Qiao beat the bed hard again, and said coldly: "Sheng Lin, annoying."

Song Yuhe was very confused, he didn't quite understand why Mr. Sheng turned black towards Sheng Linfan in just half a day, thinking that chasing stars is really complicated.

Bo Qiao muttered, nagging, nagging, this one was annoying, that was annoying, it seemed like there was nothing he liked in the world.

Song Yuhe pointed to himself, and asked curiously: "What about me?"

Bo Qiao couldn't focus at all, looked at Song Yuhe blankly, suddenly said "ah", and muttered softly, "You know how to cultivate bionics."

Song Yuhe patted his chest hurriedly: "I will."

Bo Qiao nodded half-understood, then said in a daze for a long time: "Cultivate bionics? Bionics..."

Song Yuhe asked suspiciously: "Is there anything you want to fix, sir?"

He also asked Bo Qiao this question before, but Bo Qiao was very repulsed by bionics and rejected him directly.

Only this time, the drunk Bo Qiao tried hard to think for a long time but failed to wake up from the drunkenness, allowing himself to act according to instinct in a dizzy state.

Bo Qiao: "Yes."

Song Yuhe looked at him in surprise: "Do you want me to fix it?"

Bo Qiao: "Yes."

Song Yuhe did not expect that Bao Qiao, who has always rejected bionics, would want to cultivate bionics one day. He hesitated for a moment, then nodded immediately: "Then should we go to cultivate now?"

"build."

After Bo Qiao finished speaking, he got up from the bed and tried to walk in a straight line, but he hit the wall in a daze before taking two steps.

Song Yuhe supported Bo Qiao: "Where are you going, sir?"

Bo Qiao pointed at his feet: "The basement."

Song Yuhe had no choice but to support a drunk cat who couldn't even walk straight and staggered to the basement.

Bo Qiao originally planned to stay in Fu'enli for several months to avoid death, so he moved all the daily necessities here, and put some useless ones neatly in the basement.

It was the first time for Song Yuhe to come to the basement of the villa. Seeing Bo Qiao rummaging through the shelves for a long time, he finally managed to find an iron box.

The iron box was quite heavy, and Bo Qiao moved the box to the ground, making a dull "dong" sound.

Song Yuhe walked over curiously: "Is this a bionic person?"

Bo Qiao didn't speak, and clicked on the mechanical combination lock on the iron box.

With a click, the box opened.

Song Yuhe poked his head to look inside, and found that there was actually another box inside the box.

Bo Qiao took out the box and entered a different password.

The box was opened, and there was still a box inside.

Song Yuhe: "..."

Bo Qiao seemed to be playing Russian matryoshka, with boxes inside boxes, layer after layer, and the password of each box was different, and it was difficult for the drunk Bao Qiao to remember.

Finally, after covering seven or eight layers, Bo Qiao finally took out a small box the size of two palms from inside.

Song Yuhe: "..."

Song Yuhe was also stunned by this insurance method, thinking that the price of the bionics here does not exceed one billion yuan, and he would be sorry for this pile of safes.

Finally, Bo Qiao poked the mechanical code on the small box with a finger.

The mechanical code has twelve digits, and Bo Qiao lost and lost. Qingming, who was buried in the alcohol, seemed to have an ominous premonition, struggling desperately to wake up from the swamp of alcohol, to prevent that terrible thing from happening.

When Bo Qiao lost the tenth digit, his brows furrowed, his fingers trembled, and he couldn't lose for a while.

Reason and drunkenness were engaged in a tug-of-war, which made him have a splitting headache.

Until the last sliver of clarity of fear of dying again temporarily gained the upper hand.

But Song Yuhe waited and waited until Bo Qiao entered the number, so he asked suspiciously: "Sir, are you not going to practice?"

The young man's voice was clear and soft, like the sun in the cotton, and instantly dragged Bao Qiao's unconscious consciousness into the mud.

Bo Qiao moved his hand again, and entered the password with two beeps.

The box was finally opened, revealing a tattered bionic watch inside.

Song Yuhe was taken aback.

Unexpectedly, Bo Qiao actually had a bionic person to cultivate, he thought it was drunk talking nonsense.

Bo Qiao has a cold white skin, and when he is drunk, it is easy to smear his face, even his cold eyes are a little misty, and he looks like he no longer has his usual cool and elegant, similar to when he was delirious when he had a fever.

With a serious face, Bo Qiao put the bionic watch on the ground, and tapped the start button on it lightly.

There was only a sound of mechanical collision, and a dilapidated bionic man with a piece of his chest missing lay across the open space in the basement.

——It was the female bionic person who damaged her silver stabilizer in "Heart".