Blame him for being too pretty

Bo Qiao looked sick, Song Yuhe talked to him a few words without bothering him, and tucked him in the quilt.

"Good night, sir."

"Good night."

Song Yuhe retreated lightly, closed the door lightly, and when he turned around, he saw Song Guanxing who was also tiptoeing.

Song Yuhe: "Brother? Aren't you going to sleep so late?"

"Cough." Song Guanxing stepped forward and hugged Song Yuhe's shoulders like a wolf with a big tail, "Brother, I'm afraid that if you haven't slept at home for too long, you will recognize the bed, walk around, I will accompany you, you will not be afraid .”

Song Yuhe whispered "I'm not afraid", but Song Guanxing was selectively deaf, so he pretended he didn't hear it, and half pushed and half pulled Song Yuhe into the bedroom.

Song Yuhe was already familiar with his new bedroom. He took the brand new pajamas in the closet to take a shower. After returning, Song Guanxing had already maintained a seductive sleeping position, lying on his bed and smiling at him.

Song Yuhe: "..."

"Come here." Song Guanxing smiled, "Brother coaxes you to sleep."

Song Yuhe went to bed with slippers.

Song Guanxing lifted the quilt to let him lie in, and then turned off the light.

Song Guanxing lay in it, looking like the snow reflected on the ceiling, sighed softly for a while, and said: "Your feet were cold when you were young, and you like to run to my bed to sleep in winter, remember? "

Song Yuhe curled up under the quilt and shook his head lightly, vaguely said: "I don't remember."

Although he said that he didn't remember, but he just bent his slightly cool feet after taking a bath, and pressed the soles of his feet to Song Guanxing's hot calf.

Song Guanxing was still a little dejected by this ruthless "don't remember", but his calf was suddenly frozen, and he couldn't help laughing.

There was a faint fragrance of roses on the mattress. Song Yuhe glanced at the faint tree shadow reflected on the ceiling in a daze, and felt that Song Guanxing was laughing non-stop, which was a bit unreal.

"57." he called.

57 said: "Huh? What's the matter?"

"It seems to be a dream." Song Yuhe said vaguely, "I'm afraid that when I wake up, we will still be tinkering with the signal transmitter in Mofenfen, and no one will take me out of there."

57 was silent for a while, then said softly, "It's not a dream."

He said maliciously: "You pinch him."

Song Yuhe obediently pinched Song Guanxing who was still giggling.

Song Guanxing let out an "oh", and was not angry. He said a little wronged, "What's the matter, can't I stop laughing?"

57 proudly said: "Look, I don't feel pain in my dream."

Song Yuhe: "..."

For some reason, Song Yuhe looked up at Song Guanxing, and suddenly burst out laughing uncontrollably.

He has a gentle temper, and sometimes he can stay with the bionic parts for several days without saying a word. When getting along with others, because of his unresponsiveness and emotional confusion, he often can't tell whether others are joking or serious.

This was the first time Song Yuhe felt unprecedented joy since he had a memory.

He laughed so hard that his whole body was trembling, and he couldn't stop leaning against Song Guanxing's arms, and finally burst into tears.

Song Guanxing had never seen Song Yuhe smile like this before, and said worriedly, "What's wrong?"

Song Yuhe felt that there seemed to be gurgling water flowing through his heart that had been dry for many years, and his perception of emotions was no longer as dull and numb as before.

He felt as if he was alive in a scent of roses.

Song Yuhe wiped all the tears on his face on Song Guanxing's pajamas, raised his head and said with a smile, "It's time to sleep!"

Song Guanxing was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed: "Okay, sleep."

Sleeping peacefully in the dream home made Song Yuhe feel an unprecedented tranquility.

A night without dreams.

At six o'clock the next day, the optical brain on Song Yuhe's wrist suddenly heard a burst of "dididi". Accompanied by the violent vibration, Song Yuhe sat up suddenly, and started running outside before opening his eyes.

Song Guanxing, who always sleeps late, was also awakened by the shock, but he got up very angry, and before he got angry, Song Yuhe had already run out without a trace.

Song Yuhe ran out in a daze, without even wearing shoes, and rushed to Xiang Jiu's bedroom.

Xiang Jiu was already awake, sitting on the bed trembling, his eyes full of horror.

Song Yuhe ran over directly and hugged her.

Before Xiang Jiu could react, she was surrounded by a pair of warm hands around her body, which was like falling cold. She froze for a moment, and her confused eyes became clear for a moment.

Song Yuhe was terribly sleepy, but he still patted Xiang Jiu's back like coaxing a child: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, Xiao Zhi is here."

Xiang Jiu's trembling body finally relaxed under his gentle touch, and he lay back on the pillow again.

Song Yuhe straightened Xiang Jiu's messy hair, and said softly, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Xiang Jiu kept looking at him, and then said slowly, "Well, I... I can't see you when I wake up."

"I'm here." Song Yuhe said, "Don't you think I'm here? I'm running fast, right?"

Surrounded by an unprecedented sense of security, Xiang Jiu nodded instinctively: "Yes."

Song Yan took the water and medicine and walked to the door. Seeing that Xiang Jiu, who was supposed to be insane, suddenly regained consciousness, he was stunned for a while.

Song Yuhe coaxed Xiang Jiu in a few words: "It's still early, do you want to sleep for a while?"

Xiang Jiu hesitated and dared not nod.

"I'm always here." Song Yuhe said warmly, "As long as you want to see me, I'll come over, okay?"

Only then did Xiang Jiu nod, and said dully, "Okay."

Song Yuhe coaxed Xiang Jiu back to sleep like a little adult, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and left the room.

Song Yan had already brought over his slippers, and said helplessly, "Be careful of catching a cold, take your time."

Song Yuhe said yes obediently.

To Xiang Jiu, he is like a protective umbrella, full of security, but in front of Song Yan, he is just a well-behaved and obedient child.

Song Yan asked, "Why did you come here so early in the morning?"

Song Yuhe was already awake, took a sip from the coffee cup Song Yan handed him, clicked on the light brain, and said, "I set up a program last night, if her heart rate exceeds [-], it will trigger a reminder Function."

Song Yan was startled, and looked at him with some appreciation.

Song Yuhe was drinking, when he saw a cup beside him, he asked doubtfully, "Whose is this? Are there any guests?"

Song Yan smiled and said, "Bo Qiao's."

Song Yuhe hurriedly asked: "Where did you go, sir? Did you recover?"

"Already almost recovered." Song Yan looked at Song Yuhe who suddenly became excited with great interest, and felt a little abnormal, "His company has to leave first."

Song Yuhe suddenly froze: "Leaving so early?"

Song Yan was even more incredible.

Song Yuhe didn't have such strong emotional fluctuations towards his own father. Song Yan has studied psychology for many years. Although he knew that Song Yuhe was not sensitive to time, and he didn't have the excitement of being separated for many years when he returned home, but now he still Slightly sour.

"Little Zhi." Song Yan asked him flatly, "Having been away from home for so many years, do you have nothing to say to Dad?"

Song Yuhe is no longer a child who needs protection from others. He looked at Song Yan suspiciously: "No, you rarely chat with me at home. When you come back, you talk to your brother about the company, blah blah blah."

Song Yan: "..."

Song Yan finally vaguely understood why Song Guanxing resisted Bo Qiao so much.

But Song Yuhe quickly changed the subject and said, "But I still really want to chat with you now."

Song Yan's heart warmed slightly, and he said softly, "What does Xiao Zhi want to talk about?"

Song Yuhe sat next to Song Yan, tugging at his sleeves, his eyes sparkling: "Did you mention me before you left? Did he say he would give me snowflakes? Has he had breakfast? Coffee is What brand, I also want to learn how to make it for him to drink."

Song Yan: "..."

Song Yan smiled: "Good boy, go back to sleep and sleep in the cage."

Song Yuhe: "?"

Song Yuhe had no choice but to be driven back to his room to sleep in a daze by Song Yan.

After such a good time, the lazy pig Song Guanxing fell asleep again, and when he realized that Song Yuhe was lying back on the bed, he stretched out his arms to hold him in his arms in a daze, and said dreamily, "What did you do?"

Song Yuhe knew he wasn't awake, so he didn't answer.

There was a faint smell of coffee on his body, and he couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning in the warm bed, so he had to pick up the optical computer, curl up under the quilt and send a message to Bo Qiao.

[If you do this again, I will call the police: Sir, are you cured? 】

He didn't quite understand where the mute was set, so he sent the message "Whoosh", making Song Guanxing "huh?"

Song Yuhe was taken aback, and quickly turned his back.

Bo Qiao was probably busy, and it took a while to send a message. Song Yuhe thought that he would say "um" like before, but he didn't expect Bo Qiao to send a voice.

Bo Qiao was probably in the company, and there was a man's voice reporting to him vaguely around him. The only clear thing was that Bo Qiao's hoarse voice came from it.

"It's fine, don't worry."

Song Yuhe's heart softened when he heard it, so he listened to it again, and listened to it again, and did it again.

Song Yuhe listened to a sentence upside down, and finally woke up Song Guanxing.

What's worse, Song Guanxing still dreamed that Bo Yun was robbing his white jade jade glazed Chinese cabbage, and now he was awakened by Yin's voice. What's so good about a man?!"

Song Yuhe: "???"

Song Yuhe turned around to look at him incredulously, as if he saw a rare and exotic beast.

After Song Guanxing finished cursing this sentence, he finally woke up dazedly. He yawned and opened his eyes, and saw Song Yuhe, who was obediently like a kitten yesterday, was sitting in the quilt and glaring at him.

Song Guanxing said inexplicably: "What's the matter? Lie down, don't be frozen."

The room was as warm as spring, and it was impossible to be frozen. Song Yuhe didn't want to lie down, and still stared at him.

He doesn't know how to lose his temper, he can only show that he is angry with his eyes.

——This look is exactly the same as when he was a child.

Song Guanxing was completely awake. Seeing his familiar demeanor, he couldn't help laughing. He leaned on the pillow and said carelessly, "How did I mess with you?"

Song Yuhe waited for him to ask this question, and immediately said his "crime".

"You said Mr. is not good."

Song Guanxing snorted: "He is not good at all."

Song Yuhe asked: "What's wrong with him?"

Song Guanxing hummed again, but actually felt a little guilty in his heart.

After all, a cold-tempered person like Bo Qiao, apart from being unreasonable, has a very well-bred family background, so there is very little that people hate.

But it's because of Bao Qiao's cold temperament that Gao Ling's flower is too much for Song Guanxing to have a bad taste, and he always likes to see him being aggrieved but not knowing how to refute.

As time passed, the relationship between Bo Qiao and him became worse and worse, and the way he looked at him didn't look like looking at a person at all.

Moreover, the blind medicine that Xiang Jiu takes all year round is a custom-made medicine, and only Pucun has a special patent to make it. Even if Song Guanxing deserves such a beating, Bo Qiao didn't intentionally trip someone up in this kind of place.

Song Guanxing felt even more guilty when he thought of this.

Song Yuhe was still urging him: "Say it."

Song Guanxing had a rare conscience attack and said, "Okay, he's a good man."

As long as Bo Qiao doesn't hook up with Song Yuhe in the future, Song Guanxing can reconcile with him and become a good friend for life.

——Although Bo Qiao didn't want to at all.

Song Yuhe hummed and said, "That's right."

He happily played the voice message back and forth again, his face was full of joy.

Song Guanxing became even more sour, and said quietly: "The research of the targeted drug in his company has a big problem. Although he had a free day yesterday, he should be busy again today. I don't know if he can solve it."

Song Yuhe said without thinking, "I can help him."

Song Guanxing couldn't help laughing: "We who can only play with parts don't know what those chemical formulas mean, so what can we do to help?"

Song Yuhe said confidently: "I can, I'm a quick learner."

Song Guanxing was a little surprised now: "You don't want to study medicine now, do you?"

Song Yuhe nodded.

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Yuhe told Bo Qiao about this ambition.

[If you do this again, I will call the police: Sir!I want to study medicine to help you tide over the difficulties! 】

Bo Qiao: "..."

Even though Bo Qiao was so tired and weak, he was still amused by this sentence. His heart warmed slightly, and he replied again.

"Hey, keep playing with your bionic man, I can solve it."

Song Yuhe was eagerly buying medical books when he heard this voice and frowned.

Song Guanxing hurriedly said: "He is an adult man anyway, he will definitely solve it if he says it will be solved, don't worry about it."

Song Yuhe had no choice but to give up this ambition.

Song Guanxing was afraid that he would be thinking wildly, so he changed the subject: "Oh, by the way, don't you still want to study the neural network of bionic humans? I'll have someone re-build a laboratory for you in Song's, with all the equipment you want, probably in a few days. It can be arranged in a few days, let's, let's continue to study bionics."

Song Yuhe thought for a while, yes, he couldn't learn medicine for a while, and he couldn't help Bo Qiao with such advanced research at all.

"Well, good, research."

After the research is completed, the neural network can be repaired for 57 as soon as possible.

***

At Fur'enli University, Song Guanxing asked Song Yuhe for a long vacation, and after the end of the term, he would go back and take a trial exam to complete the credits.

Song Yuhe finally didn't have to worry about making a living, and began to seriously study the neural network of bionic humans.

Xiang Jiu's illness is still not healed. After all, he has been ill for so long, and he still has a psychological problem that is difficult to cure. It won't be cured in a while.

But Song Yuhe used the "running fast" method all day long, and before Xiang Jiu became hysterical, he rushed up to comfort him, Xiang Jiu was soothed in a daze, and even the frequency of seizures was much less.

A week later, the laboratory in Song's Building was finally built, just downstairs from Song Guanxing's office, covering the entire floor.

In the past few days, Song Yuhe has not been able to meet Bo Qiao, and Bao Qiao's messages are getting slower and slower, and he can't even reply to a single message for a whole day.

Today is the day to go to Song's to see the laboratory. Song Guanxing is excited to take his younger brother to Song's in person, and goes to the garage to pick up the car.

Song Yuhe was wearing an orange down jacket, which made his face look whiter. While waiting for Song Guanxing to drive, he sat cross-legged on the sofa and watched Bo Qiao's dialog box.

The last message that Bo Qiao sent back to him was two days ago, and Song Yuhe didn't dare to disturb him by texting, so he could only look at the dialog box sullenly, and kept swiping his finger upwards, hoping to get the message.

Song Yan looked at Song Yuhe while drinking coffee, and saw that his brows were getting tighter and tighter, and he was so wronged that he seemed to be about to cry.

Song Yan laughed and said, "Want to see Bo Qiao?"

Song Yuhe never hid his feelings, nodded and said openly, "I want to see him."

Song Yan laughed helplessly, thought for a while, and handed him the file bag on the side.

Song Yuhe took it over and took a look, and saw the logo of Bo Qiao Company—Pu Cun with sharp eyes.

"Sir's company?" Song Yuhe's eyes finally lit up.

"Yeah." Song Yan said with a light smile, "This is Xiang Jiu's customized drug composition and contract for the second half of the year. I originally wanted to go there today..."

Song Yuhe and his father were not polite at all, and quickly answered: "But you have other things to do today, so you can't go for the time being, right?"

Song Yan: "..."

Song Yan couldn't hold back, raised his hand and flicked between Song Yuhe's eyebrows: "Why are you so smart?"

Song Yuhe was overjoyed, hugged the document in his arms, heard the sound of the car outside, put on his shoes and ran out happily.

Song Yan told him: "Slow down, it's snowing outside, don't fall."

"it is good!"

Song Guanxing was very excited today, after all, this was the first time he took his younger brother to Song's company.

When the laboratory was being set up, the people in the company had already begun to speculate whether Song had invited some kind of genius mechanical master to come over, and why he was so motivating.

Song Guanxing, who was lurking in the employee groups of various departments, happily publicized the fact that his younger brother was coming to work in the company, and made a special post today.

[Song Guanxing: Take my brother to work. [picture]】

The rose sunshine in the morning with the picture is like a serene posture of entering old age in advance.

The following friends kept sending him messages one after another.

【younger brother? !Has the young master finally returned from that wretched place in Fuenli? 】

[Little master, little master! 】

【Today I can finally see the legendary Song Liuzhi hahahaha】

Song Guanxing was even more elated.

Seeing Song Yuhe getting into the car, Song Guanxing finally turned off his brain, hummed a song and drove away from the manor.

Song Yuhe hugged the file bag obediently, and seemed to be in a better mood than Song Guanxing.

Song Guanxing caught a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye, and immediately burst into tears.

Huh, he actually looks forward to working with me so much? !

My brother has me in his heart!

He was talking happily when Song Yuhe suddenly said: "Brother, I have to go to Pucun first."

Song Guanxing was taken aback: "Huh?"

Song Yuhe squinted his eyes, happily swaying here and there in the co-pilot, like a child going on a spring outing for the first time, his voice was full of anticipation and joy.

"Go to Pucun to find Mr.

Song Guanxing: "..."