Blame him for being too pretty

Song Yuhe listened to his brother very much, no matter how happy he was to see Bo Qiao, he didn't run and jump over like before.

He obediently sat in the wheelchair and waved happily at Bo Qiao, completely ignoring Song Guanxing's knife-like eyes, and pushed the wheelchair to bring the master to Bo Qiao at a brisk pace.

Bo Qiao didn't expect to see Song Yuhe so easily, he was stunned for a long time, until the wheelchair stopped in front of him with a wheezing sound, he realized that he still had half a cigarette in his hand, and the surrounding area was full of strong tobacco fragrance.

Afraid of spoiling the children, Bo Qiao hastily snuffed out the cigarette and threw it into the trash can.

Song Yuhe looked at him with bright eyes: "Why are you here, sir?"

Bo Qiao was inexplicably guilty, coughed dryly, and said, "The company has something important to do."

Song Yuhe really didn't doubt it: "That's a coincidence."

Song Guanxing came over humming. He had already made up his mind not to disturb the two of them, but for a while he couldn't help his nature of being beaten up, and he became angry again: "Hey, isn't this Boss who manages everything every day? I remember Pucun is not next to the airport, what are you doing here?"

Bo Qiao looked at him coldly.

As soon as he saw Song Yuhe appearing here at this time, Bo Qiao knew that the bastard Song Guanxing really gave him the wrong time.

Even though it is clear that Song Guanxing is such a precious child, Song Yuhe is worried that he will be deceived by others, but Bo Qiao still can't hold back, and deliberately said coldly: "Well, the first thing is to pick up Yuhe."

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing didn't expect him to be so shameless, turned his head to look at Song Yuhe in the wheelchair, and as expected, he saw his younger brother's face was moved, and he wanted to hug Bao Qiao's waist and act like a baby.

"By the way." Bo Qiao was still outputting, and asked pretending to be puzzled, "I asked you yesterday for the landing time of the flying boat. Didn't you say you would arrive at [-]:[-] in the morning? It's only [-]:[-]."

Song Guanxing: "?"

Bo Qiao's face was full of curiosity, as if he was really puzzled about why the flying boat arrived an hour earlier.

Song Yuhe also tilted his head curiously, and looked eagerly at Song Guanxing: "But didn't you say yesterday that you would be there at seven o'clock?"

Song Guanxing was caught off guard by this rhetorical question, and immediately choked and couldn't speak.

He kept smiling, quietly acting as a wallflower, not getting involved in the Shura field of these three people.

Song Guanxing gritted his teeth and tried to make amends for himself: "It should be me... remember wrong."

Song Yuhe: "Oh."

Bo Qiao looked at Song Guanxing with a half-smile, and stopped being aggressive in front of Song Yuhe, changing the subject: "Have you found the car? How about I give you a ride?"

Song Guanxing was about to say "I'll find it right away!", but he could see that Song Yuhe's eyes had been staring at Bao Qiao, and said thoughtfully: "I haven't found it after searching for half an hour, Yuhe's feet are going to freeze. "

Song Guanxing: "..."

fart!

There is a constant temperature system on the wheelchair, so it will not be frozen at all.

Song Guanxing glared at the bionic man with thick eyebrows and big eyes who betrayed the revolution, and then looked at Song Yuhe, hoping that he would stand by his brother.

Who knew that Song Yuhe didn't look at him at all, kicked his warm feet, opened his eyes and said nonsense: "It's so cold, it's so cold, thank you sir for taking us back."

Song Guanxing: "..."

Seeing Song Guanxing's disheveled face, Bo Qiao almost couldn't help laughing. He forcibly stretched the character of Gaoling Zhihua, and said calmly: "Then I will send Yuhe back first, and President Song will continue to look for a car slowly here." Bar."

Thinking of that bastard Song Guanxing throwing himself in the deserted botanical garden twice, Bo Qiao gritted his teeth in anger, this time he finally got his revenge.

Song Guanxing sensed Bo Qiao's wolfish ambitions, and immediately became anxious: "You!"

Bo Qiao ignored him, looked at Song Yuhe, and said softly, "Yuhe, I'll take you back, is that okay?"

"Yes, yes." Song Yuhe nodded his head, and said to Song Guanxing, "Then brother, find a car and drive back by yourself. I'll wait for you at the door."

Song Guanxing: "???"

Song Guanxing almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, and finally understood how Bao Qiao felt when he was left behind.

However, Song Guanxing had never suffered such a dark loss. The most important thing was that his skin was much thicker than Bao Qiao's.

After he helped Song Yuhe to the co-pilot, he opened the door and sat in the back seat. Before he could close it, Song Guanxing rushed in.

Bo Qiao sneered, he had already expected it.

Song Yuhe looked back strangely: "Aren't you driving?"

"Not open." Song Guanxing shook his head with a smile, "The assistant suddenly sent a message saying that he needs to use the car and has taken it away."

Song Yuhe: "Oh."

Bo Qiao was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, started the car and left the airport parking lot.

Song Yuhe hadn't seen Bo Qiao for almost a week, and he was chattering and rambling all the way in the co-pilot.

Song Guanxing was dumbfounded, Song Yuhe had never been so talkative in front of him!

Seeing Bo Qiao being treated specially, Song Guanxing gritted his teeth even more angrily.

Song Yuhe just wanted to share interesting things with Bo Qiao, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, so his words didn't match up, and sometimes he couldn't get tired of saying a small thing upside down eight hundred times.

Bo Qiao has a good temper, and while driving with the semi-automatic driving program, he was distracted to listen to his ramblings, answering a few words from time to time.

As Song Yuhe was talking, he saw the lighter beside him and asked curiously, "Do you actually smoke, sir?"

Bo Qiao choked.

He had quit smoking at first, but during this time he was so busy with his business, by the time he realized it, two packs of cigarettes had already been inhaled into his lungs.

Song Yuhe held the unfinished cigarette case between his nose and sniffed it, his face was full of curiosity about new things.

Song Guanxing saw the needles: "Why are smokers so..."

Before he was done with the yin and yang, Song Yuhe said, "Why are people who smoke so cool!"

Song Guanxing: "..."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao didn't think smoking was cool, he just used it to numb himself and release his anxiety. He was afraid that Song Yuhe would follow suit. When he was waiting for the traffic light, he stretched out his long arm and snatched the cigarette back, and threw it aside, telling him: "Smoking No, don't learn."

Song Yuhe didn't understand: "But it's very fragrant and cool."

Bo Qiao said helplessly: "It's not cool at all, and if you smoke too much, you will get sick."

Song Yuhe was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "Then sir, don't smoke anymore."

Bo Qiao has never been a temperament who likes to be meddled by others, but when he heard this exhortation full of worries, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his voice was more than eight degrees gentler than before.

"Well, okay, I won't smoke again in the future."

Only then did Song Yuhe become happy, and continued to talk to him about what he had already told him three times.

Song Guanxing gradually became murderous.

He gently reminded him from the side: "It is detected that your heart seems to have suffered a major blow, do you need me to give you first aid?"

Song Guanxing: "..."

Bo Qiao really couldn't hold back now, and let out a "puchi" laugh.

Song Guanxing was so angry that his heart was hit even harder.

Song Guanxing listened aggrievedly to Song Yuhe's twittering all the way, before the car finally stopped at the gate of a manor.

Song Guanxing was overjoyed, and quickly opened the door and ran out.

He really couldn't stay in the same space with Bao Qiao anymore, he was afraid he would be pissed off.

For Song Guanxing, this journey was very torturous, but Song Yuhe felt that the time was too short, and he didn't even say a few words to Bao Qiao.

Seeing Song Yuhe reluctantly tugging at the hem of his clothes, Bo Qiao's heart softened, he raised his hand to stroke his head, and said lightly, "Go home."

Song Yuhe still refused to let go, and said slowly: "You...are you still busy?"

Bo Qiao said, "It won't be very busy."

"Then you..." Song Yuhe hesitated for a while, as if he was afraid that his excessive request would not be granted, and then said softly, "Then reply to my message."

Bo Qiao smiled helplessly: "Okay."

Song Yuhe reluctantly let go of his hand.

Song Guanxing opened the co-pilot's door, and seeing the two people's attitude of parting like a couple, his cheeks twitched, and he forced a smile: "Xiao Zhi, let's go."

Song Yuhe nodded, supported Song Guanxing's forearm and got out of the car.

Bo Qiao rolled down the car window and said suddenly, "Song Guan Xing."

Song Guanxing turned his head angrily: "Why?"

Bo Qiao said lightly: "I have a word with you."

Song Guanxing said impatiently, "Say it."

Bo Qiao emphasized: "You and I."

Song Guanxing was stunned for a moment, and didn't continue to do it. He handed Song Yuhe over to him, walked around the car half a circle, walked to the driver's door and bent down slightly.

"what?"

Bo Qiao looked at him deeply, as if he had sensed something, and said in a low voice, "I'll just wait here. If he can't go home today, I'll pick him up."

Song Guanxing was stunned.

Listening carefully to this sentence, there was no other meaning, even a kind of provocative meaning in it, but Song Guanxing, who was supposed to be furious, changed instantly.

His face was as pale as paper, and he was dazed for a long time before he straightened his back that seemed to have been rusted, and spoke softly.

"……it is good."

Song Yuhe was looking up and down at the gate of the manor, and saw that the entire walls on both sides were covered with gorgeous roses - in such a cold day, the flowers bloomed even more gorgeously than wintersweet in the snow.

Song Guan walked over and opened the door.

Song Yuhe looked back at him: "What did you say, sir?"

Song Guanxing forced a smile: "It's nothing—we're going home, are you nervous?"

Song Yuhe felt the emotions in his heart, and then obediently said: "Don't be nervous, why should you be nervous when you go home?"

Song Guanxing bent down and rubbed his head, and said with a smile, "Yes, why are you nervous when you go home?"

After the gate was opened, a stone road spreading forward in the manor was revealed. On both sides of the road, roses of various varieties were planted, vying to bloom first.

After he pushed Song Yuhe into the gate, it was as if he had passed through a warm transparent wall, and the cold air around him turned into spring-like warmth in an instant.

In such a large manor, every inch is equipped with a program chip for the constant temperature system.

No wonder roses and rosebushes bloom so well.

The door behind him closed slowly, Song Guan walked a few steps and turned his head slightly.

Bo Qiao's car was still parked where it was, and Bo Qiao could vaguely see playing with a silver lighter in his hand, and his gold-rimmed glasses shone slightly, as if he was looking at the snow outside the window, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The door finally closed.

Bo Qiao was inexplicably irritable.

Xiang Jiu has been ill for too many years, and the entire high-ranking and powerful circle of Nanhuai Star more or less knows that she is very ill. Some people say that she is manic and depressed, and some say that she has a schizophrenic dual personality. Anyway, neither of them is easy to treat. disease.

When communicating with Song Yan before, from the medicines he prescribed, Bao Qiao also vaguely noticed that Xiang Jiuxu was really suffering from post-traumatic mental disorder, and it was a particularly serious kind.

Song Yuhe didn't know if it would go well when he returned to the Song family this time.

Bo Qiao was even more irritable in the car. He thought it was because the heater was turned on too high, so he put on his coat and got out of the car.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, the first snow of Nanhuai Star has always been like this, and it can fall all day and night without stopping.

Bo Qiao unconsciously played with the lighter, opened the cover with his fingers, closed it, and opened it again, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

The snow fell on his shoulder like a gentle touch.

Bo Qiao became more and more anxious, and instinctively pulled out a cigarette to light the lighter.

But at the moment when the cigarette was lit, Song Yuhe's worried warning suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Then don't smoke anymore, sir."

Bo Qiao's hands froze, he hesitated and finally extinguished the fire, frowning, he threw the cigarette case into the car and exchanged it for mints.