Blame him for being too pretty

Half an hour later, Song Guanxing parked the car at the gate of Pucun and asked calmly, "You really don't want me to accompany you there?"

"No, no, no." Song Yuhe got out of the car with his file bag in his arms, bent down and said, "Brother is going to work first, don't be late."

Song Guanxing snorted: "The opposite of Pucun is Xinghe, I'll take care of something first, and I'll pick you up later."

Song Yuhe's mind was full of wanting to see Bo Qiao, so he nodded perfunctorily: "Well, okay, oh, I see."

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guan left in anger.

Song Yuhe stood excitedly at the gate of Pucun, looked up at the high-rise buildings that seemed to go straight into the sky, like a bumpkin who had never seen the world, and the admiration of "Wow" made nine twists and eighteen turns, and turned several notes , causing the passers-by to look at him amusedly.

Song Yuhe didn't care about other people's gazes, he turned around the revolving door three times and finally entered the lobby on the first floor.

He looked immature, dressed like a student, and wore a mask, and looked around curiously, as if he had entered here by mistake.

Song Yuhe looked around, and finally found the receptionist, with his forearms folded flat on the table, a muffled voice came from under the mask: "Hello, I'm looking for Bo Qiao."

The receptionist said gently: "Do you have an appointment?"

Song Yuhe shook his head, in order to surprise Bo Qiao, he didn't greet him in advance.

The receptionist said, "If you don't have an appointment, I can't see our Boss for the time being. I'm sorry."

Song Yuhe hurriedly said: "Then I have made an appointment now, and I will see Mr. Bo in 10 minutes."

receptionist:"……"

The young lady who has been trying to stay elegant and dignified almost couldn't hold back her laughter, she struggled to maintain her elegance, and said patiently: "President Bo is quite busy, and we may have to wait until next month to make an appointment."

Song Yuhe: "???"

He knew that Bo Qiao was very busy, but he didn't expect to be so busy?

Have to wait another month?

Song Yuhe couldn't wait, he was running around in a hurry, suddenly remembered the document bag in his arms, and quickly showed it to her: "I, I came to give him this document, take a look."

The receptionist looked at it, said "ah", and said with a smile: "Well, Mrs. Song has made an appointment today, so you don't need to make an appointment alone."

Song Yuhe was overjoyed immediately.

In 2 minutes, Song Yuhe happily took the elevator card and boarded the elevator.

The floor of the elevator card is on the 27th floor. Song Yuhe thought that he would be able to see Bao Qiao directly when he went up, but when the elevator door opened, there was a handsome man in a suit standing at the door waiting for him with a smile.

Song Yuhe was stunned for a moment, wondering if this is the legendary assistant?

He waited for this "assistant" to take him to see Bo Qiao, but the man took him directly to the meeting room and began to talk to him about the contract and the composition and time period of the customized medicine.

Song Yuhe had a good tutor, so he patiently listened to his speech with anxiety, and was afraid of doing something bad, so he spent 5 minutes quickly reading through the dozens of pages of the contract, and finally signed his name.

He subconsciously wrote "Song Yuhe", and later realized that the name was wrong, and he couldn't sign it, so he needed to get Song Yan's signature and handwriting.

Song Yuhe smiled embarrassedly and asked the man to reprint a contract.

But what he didn't know was that when the man who came to greet him turned his back to print the contract, when he saw the name "Song Yuhe", his eyes were about to shoot lasers.

Song Yuhe!

The boss asked him to investigate Song Yuhe before!

'Possible' survivor of flying boat crash a decade ago...

Is the identity actually the young master of the Song family?

No wonder Song Guanxing has been acting uncharacteristically during this time, showing off that his brother has returned home when he catches people all day long.

Ming Tezhu's face was full of gossiping ecstasy, and he quickly printed the contract, and turned around to be a business-like elite persona again.

Song Yuhe called Song Yan's holographic video and asked Song Yan to sign. Finally, he couldn't help it anymore and asked eagerly, "Where's Bo Qiao? Why didn't you come to negotiate the contract with me?"

Assistant Ming kept smiling: "President Bo is busy."

Song Yuhe was a little disappointed: "Are you still busy?"

His tone is exactly like a child who wants candy, but if he is not given candy, he will not get angry unreasonably, but will just stay there listlessly, looking even more aggrieved and pitiful.

The more Ming Tezhu thought about it, the more his gossip spirit burned. He said patiently, "Wait a minute."

He turned on the optical computer and looked at Bo Qiao's meeting schedule. After a while, he said, "At 09:30, Bo will have a two-hour video conference. There may be a preparation time, about 10 minutes..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Yuhe looked at the time and said pleasantly, "It's 09:30 now."

Assistant Ming: "..."

So warm, so passionate, so cute.

He really wanted to see how that sullen and indifferent boss got along with this little sun.

But work is still work. Assistant Ming said, "I need to ask Mr. Bo."

Song Yuhe urged him: "Quickly ask."

Ming Tezhu suppressed a smile and sent a message to Bo Qiao.

[Special Assistant Ming: Mr. Bo, at 09:30, there is a client who needs to be received, can I take up 10 minutes of your time? 】

Bo Qiao was very cold, and only replied: 【. 】

Song Yuhe accidentally saw it, and realized that Bo Qiao was so cool at work, so he replied "Oh", so he still has time to return to his small talk?

Thinking about it this way, he actually felt happier.

Assistant Mingte took the time and led Song Yuhe out of the meeting room, just in time to bump into Bao Qiao who came down from the elevator to hold a holographic meeting in the meeting hall on the 27th floor.

Bo Qiao's time can't wait to be split in half, and while walking on the road, he frowns and reads a long list of messages on his brain.

He quickly sent out the messages one by one with his fingers, and there was no idle time at all, and the assistant at the side handed over another stack of documents.

This kind of scene only appeared in the movies that Song Yuhe had watched, and those domineering CEOs who controlled the economic lifeline of the entire galaxy did this, but Song Yuhe never expected to see it in real life.

He was taken aback for a moment, and the ecstasy of seeing Bao Qiao suddenly flooded him belatedly.

Song Yuhe shouted: "Sir!"

The employees who came and went around seemed to be about to scold Mr. Bo because of the low air pressure all over their bodies. Everyone was silent and wanted to walk on tiptoe against the wall. The noise seemed louder in the quiet surroundings, and they all looked at Song Yuhe in horror.

Song Yuhe didn't pay attention to other people's gazes, because he was wearing orange clothes, and ran over in a chubby way, like a little pumpkin turned into a spirit, and bumped straight into Bao Qiao's arms.

Bo Qiao: "???"

Everyone: "..."

Ming Special Assistant...Ming Special Assistant is ecstatic!

Before Bo Qiao could react, Song Yuhe took off his mask, smiled at him like a flower, and said bluntly, "Sir, my important client is me, are you happy?"

Bo Qiao: "..."

There were inhalation sounds all around.

Bo Qiao is usually too cold, so cold that he glanced over, and those under him wanted to get under the table.

Although it is possible that Bo Qiao was thinking at the time - "It would be great when Sheng Lin can hold another meeting, so that I can gather signatures to summon the dragon earlier."

Bo Qiao hides his naive and easy-to-death side, except for his helper Ming who always follows him to get a glimpse, others still think he is a cool and majestic flower of Gaoling.

This was the first time they saw someone who dared to jump on Bo Qiao's body despite the severe cold, and he looked like an immature half-grown child.

Everyone held their breath, tremblingly waiting to see Bao Qiao's reaction.

Bo Qiao also reacted at this time.

To everyone's surprise, he didn't have a cold face or scold anyone, even the low pressure covering his body dissipated completely, and his tense face became gentle.

"Why did you come here suddenly?" Bo Qiao stretched out his hand to straighten Song Yuhe's scarf, and said softly, "Come here alone?"

"My brother sent me here." Song Yuhe was still thinking that he could only spend 10 minutes with Bo Qiao, so he spoke quickly, "I'm going to the company's laboratory to repair the neural network of the bionic human. , I will definitely be able to fix 57, and bring him to see you when the time comes."

Bo Qiao nodded, his expression became more and more gentle: "Okay."

The people around saw that their hearts were full of turmoil, but the assistant on the side boldly reminded him in a low voice: "Mr. Bo, the meeting..."

During this time, Bo Qiao was spinning like a spinning top, sleeping an average of four hours a day, even on the day he returned from Song's house, he still had a cold and a fever.

But this time, Bo Qiao said: "The meeting is cancelled, change the time."

After finishing speaking, he dragged Song Yuhe into the elevator.

With a "ding", the elevator door slowly closed.

The 27th floor, which was originally dead silent, suddenly became noisy, and everyone's faces were in disbelief.

Boss Boss... is this old tree blooming? !

After Bo Qiao pulled Song Yuhe into the elevator, he heard the sudden commotion before he got on the first floor. Only then did he realize how "the king will not go to court early" in his actions just now.

He tried his best not to think so wildly, tilted his head slightly, and found that Song Yuhe was looking up at him, those beautiful eyes were all about himself.

Bo Qiao was taken aback for a moment, his face turned red from this look.

He coughed and said, "Why didn't you tell me before you came?"

Song Yuhe said: "I want to give Mr. a surprise."

It was indeed a pleasant surprise. After seeing Song Yuhe just now, Bo Qiao seemed to have been depressed for a long time and suddenly got bloody. He was so impulsive that he didn't even start the meeting.

What kind of stupid king spirit is this?

Bo Qiao didn't regret it, and took Song Yuhe to the office on the top floor.

Looking at the large circle of floor-to-ceiling windows, Song Yuhe ran over in amazement, looking down from the top floor, it seemed that the entire Nanhuai City had a panoramic view.

It was rare for Bo Qiao to relax for a while, sitting on the sofa and making two cups of coffee, watching Song Yuhe running around in front of the big glass, it was rare to feel a little joy.

Song Yuhe was not afraid of heights either. After looking through the floor-to-ceiling windows for a while, he suddenly said excitedly, "Wow! Mr. Qiao!"

Bo Qiao paused while drinking coffee, and asked blankly, "What?"

Song Yuhe pointed at the glass, turned his head and smiled at him non-stop: "Suddenly the screen in the opposite building started to show #李先生#."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao thought not to be angry, not to be angry, to leave no room for the devil.

He waved at Song Yuhe with a sullen face, not wanting him to see the dark history of his stupidity back then.

"come over."

Song Yuhe was very obedient, and immediately ran over and sat obediently beside Bo Qiao.

Bo Qiao handed him the coffee.

Seeing that there were some bruises under Bo Qiao's eyes, Song Yuhe took the coffee hesitantly, took a sip, and whispered, "Aren't you asleep, sir?"

Bo Qiao has been using coffee to refresh himself, and now he feels that he has developed antibodies to coffee, and he didn't complain to Song Yuhe, saying: "It's okay."

He wanted to spend more time with Song Yuhe, but sitting face to face, he suddenly didn't know what to say.

Just as Bo Qiao was thinking about how to chat for two hours, Song Yuhe suddenly stepped forward, wrapped his arms around his neck, and pressed down.

Bo Qiao was taken aback for a moment, but didn't resist, and instinctively followed his strength to move.

Soon, Song Yuhe pushed him to lie down on the sofa, and took off his shoes. There was no pillow on the sofa. After thinking about it, he sat down on the sofa again, letting Bo Qiao's head rest on his double. Legs as pillows.

Bo Qiao was stunned and looked at him in surprise.

"Go to sleep." Song Yuhe took off his down jacket, with a scent of roses on his cuffs, gently stroking Bao Qiao's forehead, as if coaxing Xiang Jiu, and said softly, "Just two hours of sleep, eleven Tap me to call you."

Bo Qiao laughed, and instinctively wanted to get up and say that he was not sleepy, but his body seemed to be intoxicated by the warmth, and he couldn't even move.

Song Yuhe hummed an out-of-key lullaby, caressing Bo Qiao's hair with his warm fingertips.

The unprecedented tranquility and overwhelming fatigue seemed to have finally found a way out, even though Bo Qiao had just finished drinking a cup of coffee, her eyelids still began to fight, and she felt sleepy again and again.

After a while, Bo Qiao finally couldn't help it, and fell into a deep sleep amidst the scent of roses.