Blame him for being too pretty

Bo Qiao let out a breath without a trace, feeling that his whole heart was about to curl up into a ball with tension.

Recalling what I had imagined just now, the cold white-skinned Bao Qiao seemed drunk, his face began to flush slightly, and he didn't know where to look.

"Oh." Bo Qiao pulled back again, his face was a little hot, and he asked a stupid question, "Did the doctor... agree?"

"No." Song Yuhe shook his head, bent his knees and climbed two steps forward, eagerly approaching Baoqiao, and said dully, "That's why I want Mr. to take me there secretly."

Bo Qiao finally came to his senses, frowning slightly: "Your feet..."

Song Yuhe stretched out his feet to show him: "It doesn't hurt anymore, and it's still very warm."

In fact, his feet were still cold, but they were considered warmer than before.

Bo Qiao hesitated.

Just like Song Guanxing holding Song Yuhe in his mouth for fear of melting, if he knew that he had sneaked out with Song Yuhe who was not fully recovered, he might be blown up into fireworks again.

"Why don't you wait first." Bo Qiao tried to persuade, "The Liuyin stabilizer will not be lost. The most important thing now is your body."

Song Yuhe got anxious, reached out and grabbed Bao Qiao's sleeve and shook it vigorously: "But...but I want to fix 57 quickly, what if his program stops running, I...I'm afraid."

Bo Qiao wanted to make up his mind not to take him out, but Song Yuhe's trembling "I'm afraid" made his heart tremble, and when he realized it, he had already nodded in agreement.

Song Yuhe was overjoyed, and immediately bent his knees and stepped forward, stretched out his long arms to hug his neck, and the breath of roses and sunshine on his body flooded Baoqiao's whole body.

"Thank you, sir!" He didn't know how to express his happiness, so he could only say over and over again, "I like it, sir, I really like it."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao, who has been single for many years, couldn't resist Song Yuhe's straightforwardness, and the redness that had just disappeared on his face appeared again.

When Song Yuhe thought of being able to replace 57 with a Liuyin stabilizer, he trembled with excitement. When Bo Qiao secretly took him out of the hospital and sat in the car to drive to Fuenli University, he kept talking to 57.

"It seems to be dreaming." Song Yuhe murmured, "57, can you give me a hug today?"

57 was silent, and it took a long time before he said softly: "Baby boy, I told you before that even if you put on the Liuyin stabilizer, you may not be able to transform into a human form. My neural network is damaged..."

"I know." Song Yuhe said, "I'll just give it a try. Even if the neural network is damaged, I'll be able to fix it for you sooner or later."

57 said nothing.

Song Yuhe kept groping for the old wristwatch on his wrist, feeling a bad premonition for some reason.

He said nervously, "57, why don't you speak?"

57 knew that he had worked so hard for this Liuyin stabilizer during this time, so he couldn't say anything to hurt him, so he could only say vaguely: "Well, you can fix it."

Song Yuhe pursed his lips and smiled.

Seeing Song Yuhe nervous and smiling happily, Bo Qiao, who was driving, noticed something and asked, "Are you talking to 57?"

Song Yuhe tapped the watch on his wrist: "Yes."

Bo Qiao had only heard of 57's name, and knew that he always wanted to bring Song Yuhe back to Mofenfen. He thought for a moment after hearing this, and planned to learn more about this bionic person with a strange temper and awakened self-awareness.

What's more, this bionic person was originally his. If he could communicate directly with 57 and let Song Yuhe stay in Fu'enli to receive the best care and treatment, 57 might think about it for the sake of being his former master. consider.

Thinking of this, Bo Qiao tentatively asked, "What kind of personality is 57?"

57 said angrily: "Don't tell him about me, it's so annoying to ask questions."

Song Yuhe said obediently: "He has a bad temper, and he doesn't like me talking about him with others."

Bo Qiao raised her eyebrows: "How bad is your temper?"

"For example, you only asked two questions..." Song Yuhe said, "He is going to kill you right now."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Didn't the previous owner have any preferential treatment? !

It seems that the temper is really bad.

But it's not right. When I customized the bionics back then, the customized content was obviously a gentle and warm male program that would protect human beings. How come ten years have passed and my temper has become so bad?

According to Bo Qiao's customized program, he might be more suitable.

"57's neural network and memory storage chip programs seem to be a bit damaged." Song Yuhe explained to him, "When someone in Mofenfen bullied me, it was 57 who beat them up."

Bo Qiao's heart softened, and he asked softly, "Does someone always bully you in Mofenfen?"

Song Yuhe thought for a while: "It's okay, after 57 beats them all over, no one dares to bully me."

57 said impatiently: "Why are you telling him this? Ask me to beat him together."

Song Yuhe had no choice but to keep silent, no matter how much Bo Qiao asked, he would not talk about 57.

Bo Qiao had no choice but to give up.

Soon, Bo Qiao drove the car to the underground parking garage of the Research Institute of Furnley University.

Song Yuhe opened the car door and ran out. Bo Qiao was startled, and hurriedly pushed the wheelchair after him.

"Slow down, your feet can't run too fast."

Song Yuhe had already run to the elevator entrance, desperately pressing the up button with his fingers, he was so happy, he raised his hand and waved vigorously at Bo Qiao: "I'm fine! Hurry up, hurry up."

Bo Qiao pushed the wheelchair there, and the elevator just arrived.

Song Yuhe didn't listen to persuasion at all and rushed in, but Bao Qiao grabbed his wrist and forced him on the wheelchair.

Song Yuhe reluctantly said, "My leg is already healed."

Bo Qiao looked down at him lightly.

Song Yuhe shrank his head from his gaze, so he had to sit obediently and stopped kicking his legs.

Only then was Bo Qiao satisfied, he clicked on the floor of Song Yuhe's research office, and the elevator started running.

Song Yuhe looked up at him suspiciously: "Are you going to my laboratory?"

Normally, because Bo Qiao hates the silvery smell of bionics, he rarely approached Song Yuhe's laboratory.

Bo Qiao looked indifferent: "Well, I don't hate the smell of silver anymore."

Having said that, when Bo Qiao pushed the wheelchair to the laboratory full of silvery smell, he almost couldn't restrain his instinctive reaction to vomit out.

Although he had already broken through the barrier in his heart, the body that had vomited for so many years still remembered the smell, and he might not be able to overcome it for a while.

Bo Qiao only had to turn over his mask, Song Yuhe, who was still well-behaved just now, jumped out of the wheelchair and rushed to the lounge cheering.

"Stabilizer! Stabilizer—"

Bo Qiao: "..."

Seeing that he was so happy, Bo Qiao couldn't calm down for a while, and didn't go in to disturb his good mood. He walked to the small terrace outside the research room to get some air.

Song Yuhe cheered happily, and when he saw the well-packed custom-made stabilizer as soon as he arrived in the lounge, he almost jumped up, turned around the table several times, and whimpered happily: "57, look! Look quickly."

57: "Thank you, I'm not blind, just watching."

Song Yuhe rushed to unpack the stabilizer.

He who was turned into a small piece of iron on the console, he heard Song Yuhe's voice, moved slightly, and after landing, Liuyin quickly transformed into a human form, and said softly, "Yuhe."

Song Yuhe took off the bionic watch that was rarely taken off from his wrist, and waved to him: "Come on, help me change the stabilizer for 57!"

He stepped forward and took the watch: "OK."

***

When Song Yuhe was busy repairing 57, Song Guanxing stared blankly at the empty ward for a long time, and the panic of Song Yuhe disappearing again suddenly hit his mind, almost causing him a heart attack.

He staggered half a step back and was supported by Lu Jing.

"elder brother?"

Song Guanxing tremblingly went to call Song Yuhe's communication number, but the bell rang from under the pillow.

——Song Yuhe didn't even bring an optical brain.

Song Guanxing's face was so pale that he was about to inhale oxygen, and Lu Jing who was following him hurriedly comforted him when he saw this: "Mr. Bo said that he would come to watch a movie with Yuhe today, maybe the two of them went out for a walk."

Song Guanxing managed to slow down and called Bo Qiao with shaking hands.

When Bo Qiao saw Song Guanxing's message reminder, he was inexplicably guilty. He hesitated for a while before trying to answer the message.

He kept the light brain away from his ears, lest he be deafened by Song Guanxing's voice.

But unexpectedly, Song Guanxing's voice was very soft and ethereal: "Are you with Yuhe?"

Bo Qiao pretended to be indifferent, and seeing that Song Guanxing didn't want to blow his hair, he felt relieved: "Well, he wants to come out, so I just..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Guanxing, who was still calm just now, immediately exploded, roaring: "Bo Qiao!!! I'm going to kill you!!!"

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao almost got a tinnitus from the shock.

Song Guanxing was stunned, his ears were buzzing, he didn't even know what he was cursing, until he realized that a familiar voice came from the communication.

"Hello? What's the matter?"

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing received the shrew swearing in less than half a second, and said in a gentle voice: "Yuhe, why don't you stay in the hospital well, do your feet still hurt?"

Song Yuhe looked at Bo Qiao inexplicably, and gestured, "Didn't you say he was very angry?"

Bo Qiao, who was scolded so numbly, sneered.

"The feet don't hurt." Song Yuhe didn't ask any further questions, and obediently answered Song Guanxing's question, "I'll go back to school and change the 57's stabilizer, and I'll go back later."

When Song Liuzhi was young and caused trouble everywhere by not paying attention to his body, Song Guanxing scolded him severely every time, but it was so rare to get it back. Now even if Song Guanxing suffocated himself until his lungs exploded, he would not dare to say a word to Song Yuhe Heavy words.

He was so suppressed that the veins on his forehead popped up, but he still kept a gentle and good brother's smile on his face, and said softly, "Your feet haven't healed yet, so don't run around."

Song Yuhe was obsessed with Xiu 57, so he casually nodded his head in perfunctory manner: "Yeah, well, I understand."

Song Guanxing endured and endured, but still held back: "How long will it take you to recover? I'll make an appointment with the doctor to give you a full-body examination."

Song Yuhe frowned, remembering that before the operation, he was exhausted by the whole morning body checkup, and said sullenly, "I don't want to do a full body checkup, I'll go back later."

Song Guanxing refused to give in to this step: "It will be fine soon."

Song Yuhe held the optical brain and talked dully while unconsciously kicking the corner with his toes, like a child who didn't want to do something but was forced by his parents to do it, and reluctantly agreed for a long time.

Song Guanxing told him again and again, and after thinking about it, he added: "If you go out without calling like this next time, you will have to do a one-day inspection."

Song Yuhe kicked the wall again, and said unhappily, "I see."

Song Guanxing's anger had almost dissipated, and he said helplessly, "Okay, be good, go and fix it, I'll wait for you to come back."

Song Yuhe nodded, said "goodbye" obediently, returned the optical brain to Bo Qiao, and ran to continue repairing.

Seeing this, Bo Qiao knew that Song Yuhe had coaxed Song Guanxing well, so he let out a sigh of relief and said, "Next time..."

When Song Guanxing heard his voice, his anger rushed to the top of his head again, and he said angrily: "You know he can't be discharged from the hospital, why did you take him out?!"

In Song Guanxing's eyes, Bo Qiao is a vixen who seduces his younger brother!

Bo Qiao's ears hurt from being yelled at again.

He was a little guilty because he brought Song Yuhe out without permission, but he was repeatedly abused for no reason, and even the clay figurine became angry.

Bo Qiao lowered his face, and said coldly: "It's almost enough. It's not like you haven't seen the importance he attaches to 57. Even if I didn't agree today, he might sneak back sometime."

Song Guanxing choked for a moment.

It was the first time that Bo Qiao relied on his own strength to make Song Guanxing speechless, and immediately took advantage of the victory to pursue: "Besides, didn't you say that the Liuyin stabilizer would be given to Yuhe after he was discharged from the hospital? How can I send it in advance now?" Arrived at the institute?"

Song Guanxing: "..."

He could say, just watching Song Yuhe and Bo Qiao stick together and watch movies all day made him jealous, so sore that he punched the air every day, after thinking about it, he could only use the Liuyin stabilizer to win his brother's attention and worship?