Blame him for being too pretty

Lu Jing didn't go home either, and followed Song Guanxing directly to the manor.

Song Yuhe had nothing else to do today, and accompanied Xiang Jiu to admire the roses.

During this period of time, Xiang Jiu's condition has improved a lot, and she will no longer lose her sanity due to hysteria. She is like a bright rose that has never experienced wind and rain, her every move is elegant and beautiful.

Song Yuhe was sitting on a small bench, with his back leaning on Xiang Jiu's knees, holding a color palette to paint oil paintings. He was a fast learner, and he was able to draw in style after he first came into contact with painting.

When Xiang Jiu was young, he liked painting roses the most. Since the flying boat accident, he has never touched the drawing board. Seeing Song Yuhe painting so seriously at this time, his eyes are even more gentle.

"Can this color be adjusted?" Song Yuhe raised his head and asked her.

Xiang Jiu gently stroked her loose hair behind her ears, saw Song Yuhe pointing at the color of roses, and said with a smile, "Didn't Xiaozhi ask me about this color?"

Song Yuhe said solemnly: "But the color of each flower is different. I'm afraid I can't draw well, so I'd better ask my mother to draw better."

Xiang Jiu was so elated by his coaxing, his brows and eyes were full of smiles: "Then let's add some whiteness."

Song Yuhe nodded. After adding white, he carefully drew the rose, and when he drew the next one, he looked at Xiang Jiu dependently, and asked anxiously, "What about this one?"

Xiang Jiu couldn't stop laughing, inserted his slender five fingers into Song Yuhe's soft hair and stroked it lightly, and said, "Why don't you let your mother paint for you?"

"That won't work." Song Yuhe said, "It will tire my mother's hands, Xiaozhi is reluctant."

Xiang Jiu smiled even brighter.

All Song Yuhe's sweet words were given to Xiang Jiu, and he didn't feel ashamed to say such words that were obviously to make people happy, anyway, he would do anything to make Xiang Jiu happy.

The two were drawing, when Lu Jing ran down from the car and waved at them, "Xiao Zhi! Auntie! I'm coming!"

Song Yuhe raised his eyebrows and looked at him, and beckoned to him with his hand holding the paintbrush.

Xiang Jiu said in surprise, "Xiao Jing is back too?"

Lu Jing quickly ran over and gave Xiang Jiu the rose perfume he brought from Fuenli, his mouth was sweet as hell: "It's been a while since I've seen you, why is my aunt getting more and more beautiful?"

Lu Jing and Song Liuzhi are the same age, Xiang Jiu always prefers to stay with Lu Jing when she is delirious, even just looking at it can make her quiet for a long time.

She squinted her eyes and rubbed Lu Jing's head, and said, "It's been a while since we last saw each other, Xiao Jing's mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter."

Lu Jing grinned, "Hey."

Song Yuhe interrupted: "Mom, isn't my mouth sweet?"

Xiang Jiu touched his head with his free hand, "Sweet, it's so sweet."

Song Yuhe then continued to draw.

After Lu Jing and Xiang Jiu greeted each other, they squatted in front of Song Yuhe again, and said anxiously, "Xiaozhi, it's been a long time since I've seen you, don't you miss me? Give me a hug."

Song Yuhe took the paintbrush away, and opened his hands to show him the paints of various colors on his apron: "Well, since you insist on it, then I will give you a hug."

After that, come and hug him.

Lu Jing screamed and jumped back: "My clothes are so precious! If it wasn't for your birthday, I wouldn't want to wear them!"

Song Yuhe couldn't help laughing.

Before the sun set, Song Yuhe finally finished painting the roses, and planned to hang the paint in Xiang Jiu's room after it dried.

This was the first time he drew such a large picture, after thinking about it, he picked up the optical computer and took a picture, and sent it to Bo Qiao.

【Song Pumpkin: Sir, look at my painting. 】

Bo Qiao replied quickly.

[Mint: Not bad, a few months ago you could only draw the circuit diagram of the bionic man, you have made great progress. 】

Song Yuhe thought for a while before he remembered what the bionic human circuit diagram was.

It was the first time that Bo Qiao asked him to draw the appearance of 57, the lines he randomly pasted out, unexpectedly, Bo Qiao still remembered it now.

[Song Pumpkin: Hurry up and forget about that painting, next time I will draw you a huge mint! 】

[Mint: Good. 】

Only then did Song Yuhe happily carry the painting to find a place to dry it.

In Song Yuhe's cognition, a birthday party is probably when relatives and friends sit at the same table, cut a cake and give a gift, and at most sing a birthday song before it's over.

On the day of his birthday, Song Yuhe thought he only needed to do it at night, and arranged for himself to work on the laboratory test data. He yawned and washed up, and was about to go to the company when Lu Jing grabbed his braids and pulled him back.

Lu Jing was shocked: "What are you doing?"

Song Yuhe was even more surprised than him: "Company, what else?"

Lu Jing: "..."

Lu Jing said incredulously, "Honey, today is your birthday, what company are you going to?"

Song Yuhe looked at him in a daze, not knowing what conflict there was between the two.

Lu Jing pulled him and was unwilling to let him go, Song Yuhe looked at the time and said in a good temper, "But I'm really going to be late."

Lu Jing: "If you are late, you will be late. No one dares to deduct your salary anyway!"

Song Yuhe: "..."

Song Guanxing, who got up early in the morning to arrange things, went upstairs and saw the two of them arguing, raised his eyebrows and said, "Lu Jing, what did you say you forgot?"

Lu Jing hurriedly turned around and called him, "Brother!"

Song Guan walked forward and pulled Lu Jing's hand away, and taught him: "Today is Xiao Zhi's birthday, he will do whatever he says, don't agree, remember?"

Lu Jing: "But..."

"But what is it, remember?"

Lu Jing swallowed his anger: "Remember."

Song Guanxing smiled and said to Song Yuhe: "Little Zhi, I have already taught him a lesson, don't be angry, today is your birthday, and the birthday star is the biggest, so you can do whatever you want."

Song Yuhe nodded: "Oh, then I'm going to work in the company."

Song Guanxing: "..."

The smile on Song Guanxing's face froze immediately, he grabbed Song Yuhe's arm to prevent him from leaving, and said earnestly: "Today is your coming of age ceremony, how can you work overtime on your birthday?"

Song Yuhe asked suspiciously, "But you said just now that I am the biggest today, and I can do whatever I want."

Song Guanxing choked.

Lu Jing smiled triumphantly.

Song Guanxing couldn't live by doing his own crimes, so he could only persuade him with a low eyebrow, but Song Yuhe was a person who accepted death, and he had to do the work when he was arranged, he would not listen to what he said, and insisted on going to the company.

Song Guanxing had an idea and said, "Bo Qiao might come over later, you still..."

Song Yuhe didn't wait for him to finish, and replied in seconds: "Then I won't go to the company."

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing originally just said it casually, but he didn't expect Song Yuhe to change his words directly. He immediately choked so much that he wanted to roll his eyes, thinking that it would be better to let Song Yuhe go to the company.

Song Yuhe refused to go if he didn't want to go, and after breakfast, he painted in the rose garden while obediently waiting for Bo Qiao to come over.

It's just that he has finished painting two small oil paintings, and there is no sign of Bo Qiao. Instead, some strangers came to the manor one after another, and the gate was full of cars.

Song Yuhe held the paintbrush and looked over curiously.

Suddenly there was a "click", and Song Guanxing, who had just walked over, couldn't hold back and took a photo.

In the picture, Song Yuhe is wearing a warm-colored turtleneck sweater, his little tusks are tied into a bunch and hangs docilely on the back of his neck, holding a paintbrush with red paint in his hand, surrounded by warmly blooming roses, but they are not as good as the unintentional touch on his cheeks. The paint rubbed off.

Song Guanxing didn't put away the camera, but raised his hand to gradually zoom in on the camera.

Song Yuhe tilted his head to look at him, and asked doubtfully, "Brother, what are you doing?"

Song Guanxing smiled and said, "Take a photo."

Song Yuhe let out an "oh", ignored him, and continued to draw.

Song Guanxing circled around him and took dozens of photos before he put away his light brain contentedly, moved a stool and sat next to Song Yuhe to watch him draw.

"There seem to be a lot of guests outside." Song Yuhe said casually while drawing, "Are you here for today's dinner?"

Song Guanxing nodded: "Well, since Dad handed over the Song family to me a few years ago, he hasn't had much contact with outsiders. Even if there are entertainments, they are held in hotels and rarely come to the house."

Taking advantage of Song Yuhe's birthday party this time, almost all the people who had contacts with the Song family were invited.

Song Yuhe nodded, he didn't need to socialize anyway, he just had to wait to eat the cake and meet Bo Qiao.

"By the way." Song Yuhe said suddenly, "Brother, are there any stone sellers? It's the kind of stone with many colors inside after the outer skin is worn off."

Song Guanxing raised his eyebrows: "It's the kind you practiced in Mofenfen."

"Correct."

Speaking of this, Song Guanxing said sourly: "Who did you send that one to before? Why haven't I seen it since then?"

Song Yuhe said truthfully: "Give it to Mr., I plan to make him a more beautiful one."

Song Guanxing became even more sour.

Song Yuhe thought for a while, and added: "Give brother one too."

Song Guanxing was immediately elated: "Actually, my brother doesn't need it. It takes a lot of energy. You have to use that special small knife to carve. It will be bad if you hurt your hand."

"It's okay, my hand is very steady, there will be no problem."

Song Guanxing nodded: "I just know a boss who sells jade. There should be a lot of beautiful stones. May I ask him to send you some?"

"No need." Song Yuhe said, "Give me the address, and I will pick it out myself tomorrow."

Song Guanxing picked up the optical brain and gave him the address of the store, and also bound his own card to Song Yuhe's account, allowing him to swipe it at will - as long as he doesn't buy planets, the amount is enough.

After Song Yuhe collected the address, he continued to draw, muttering, "Why hasn't Mr. come here yet?"

Song Guanxing was very sour, but still couldn't bear to see Song Yuhe so worried, so he said, "Then you ask him."

Song Yuhe hesitated: "Not good, what if he is busy."

Song Guanxing snorted: "Is he still busy on your birthday?"

Song Yuhe didn't say much, he finished the painting carefully, after thinking about it, he picked up the empty canvas and started to shape, it seemed that he planned to draw a person.

Song Guanxing didn't think much about it, and sat lazily by the side, back-to-back with Song Yuhe, playing with Brain Brain boredly.

Song Guanxing is too high-profile, not only the person in charge of the Song family, Xinghe also owns half of his shares, not to mention that when Shenglin opened for business, he always went up to catch the heat. Over time, many netizens paid attention to him, calling "husband" all day long .

Song Guanxing enjoyed the feeling of being sought after by others very much. He happily opened Xinghe's account, saw a stream of comments urging him to come back and continue flirting, and nodded with satisfaction.

His account also has tens of millions of fans, and messages pop up almost every second.

Song Guanxing picked out a few random photos of Song Yuhe and sent them out with a post.

[Song Guanxing: Brother's birthday, I wish you a healthy growth. [Picture][Picture][Picture]]

Almost the second after the post was sent out, comments flooded in frantically.

[Tumbler: Husband, you are so coquettish, I said this first!Um? ?Uh-huh? ? ? ?No, why is this post so normal today? ! 】

[Jian Jianjian: Tsk, I reasonably suspect that Song Guanxing did not send this message himself, otherwise how could it be so normal. 】

A bunch of echoes below.

[Yes, yes, yes. 】

[It's so normal, it's so normal that it doesn't look like him anymore. 】

Song Guanxing's post was so normal compared to his previous scenes of breaking his leg. The first reaction of normal people was panic, and then they found the person in the photo slowly.

[Happy New Year sweep five blessings: woc!This is the younger brother? ?I call my wife directly! 】

[When the knife arrives orz:? ? ? ? ?younger brother? ? ?Does my husband have a younger brother? ! 】

[I will specify in the title: Fuck!This appearance, the genes of the Song family are a bit strong, so good-looking, I prprpr! 】

[Don't be afraid: ahhhh!Wife wife! 】

[It's gone in a flash: This picture seems to have been carefully edited, but the color of the rose seems to have not been edited, but it doesn't hinder the licking of the face, it's so amazing. 】

【Daiyu pulls the weeping willow upside down: Is it my illusion, I always feel that I have seen this brother before. 】

[Geometry of Sadness and Joy: I think so too, but I can't remember it for a while. 】

[sfwfeiy: 1]

Song Guanxing felt that it was not enough, so he sent out the video he just recorded, as if to let everyone know that he has such a beautiful and lovely brother.

A few photos did not cause much sensation. After all, there are too many beauties on the Internet, and some unattractive pictures can be edited to such an extent that people will call them shit. Posting the original picture or video will make people feel embarrassed.

But when Song Guanxing's video was sent out, the sun and large roses came directly into view. Turning on the holographic mode, you can even immerse yourself in it wholeheartedly, without any trace of repair at all.

In the video, Song Yuhe is docile and well-behaved. When he looks at the camera with a little confusion, it gives people a suffocating sense of shock.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Song Yuhe's voice is very unique, and Qingyue has a kind of childlike innocence, like a small hook piercing into people's ears.

Netizens who saw the video immediately cheered up.

[Zheng Rong wiesewu: I fuck! ! !Hold!I thought the photo was edited, but I didn't expect it!I'm too superficial, this is a fairy! 】

[Diudiugougou: Woohoo, he's moving!It can move! 】

[Wu No Wu Wei: You said my brother...is it possible to enter the entertainment industry? ?With just this video, I can make up a large section of movie scenes, ahhh, this face!It's hard not to be in the entertainment industry! 】

[Aunt Xi Railway: Wait, wait!I watched this video more than a dozen times, and I seem to know who this person is...]

There are hundreds of replies below: [Who?Say it? 】

[Don't keep it up! 】

【Hurry up!Hera, I need this help urgently! 】

【Auntie Xi Railway: Do you still remember the turmoil of #乔先生# a few months ago, the pretty girl in that game at that time seemed to be him. 】

【Fuck! 】

【Fuck? 】

【? ? ? ? 】

As soon as this person said it, many people immediately dug up the video at that time and began to compare it.

Sure enough, it was really Song Wuqi at that time.

[Lawless, you: Oh fun!I remember a lot of idiots scolding him as an idiot before, and saying that he is a country bumpkin who has never seen the world, but now... is he actually the young master of the Song family? 】

【Yang Liu Yiyi: Ah, this... Who would have thought that the melons from #李先生# would have after-sales service?Shocked my whole family. 】

[flkiywe: I remember that there was a comment saying that Song Wuqi might be a young master from a wealthy family who came to experience life. I didn’t expect hahahahahaha, the prophesied emperor was killed]

[Aunt Xi Railway: I searched according to the melons at that time, and I seem to have found a new clue. I don’t know if you still remember the first prize in the mechanical competition of Fuenli University some time ago, and the creation of a self-aware bionic human. Dashen... seems to be the same person as Xiaomei. 】

Now the netizen doesn't even post "fucking trough", and the screen is full of:

【? ? ? ? ? 】

【! ! ! ! ! 】

After all, his appearance at that time made all the mechanical madmen in the interstellar world crazy. They always tried their best to meet the legendary great god, but they only knew that their name was Song Yuhe, and they didn't know anything about the rest.

However, some students of Furnley University once disclosed Song Wuqi's real name on StarNet, and such a connection was directly linked together.

It was the first time that Song Guanxing's Xinghe account had so many new accounts flooded in - even his live broadcast of Tricky Shenglin didn't get so much attention.

Song Guanxing raised his eyebrows slightly, watching the countless people below scrambling to ask him about Song Yuhe, as an older brother, he felt honored.

It's just that his fan base is so large, it's inevitable that there are a few who speak badly.

【Wanli Heshan: It's winter in Nanhuai Star now, the roses are still in bloom, and the two of them are still wearing thin sweaters. They are just using the photos from before to fool fools. 】

Someone replied mocking him.

[I can't laugh anymore, even if it's the previous photo, what's bothering you? 】

[People are just posting a photo, why are there so many pick and choose? 】

Song Guanxing sneered, and skillfully turned on the live chat button, but he didn't want Song Yuhe to be in the mirror without knowing it, so he didn't turn on the holographic projection.

Song Guanxing has always been high-profile, always running over to play when Shenglin's live broadcast is open. Many people are well aware of his temper that likes to chat on live broadcasts and show off at every turn.

Soon, fans flocked in, and the barrage was so densely packed that it was impossible to see what to say.

Song Guanxing didn't care, just squinted his eyes lazily, and turned the camera around the surrounding rose garden: "Who said that roses can't bloom in winter?"

Everyone: "…………"

Damn, he was pretending to be there.

Song Guanxing owed a lot of beatings, even if he wasn't in the entertainment industry, he would have a lot of black fans. He finished the hatred abhorrently, and was about to close it, when he saw someone howling to see Song Yuhe.

Song Guanxing snorted coldly: "Didn't everyone post photos and videos?"

At this moment, Song Yuhe turned around suspiciously: "Brother?"

At the same time, Song Yuhe's face and the oil painting he was painting came directly into the camera.

[? ? ?Damn wife! 】

[The video and photos are really not edited at all! 】

[Oh my god, beauty crit, ah, I'm dead. 】

【etc! ! !Who is the wife drawing?Looking at the facial features, it seems... like the national shadow. 】

[#Mr. Qiao#? ? ? 】

[He is drawing Mr. Qiao? ? ? 】

[Damn it!I was addicted to these two before! 】

Song Guanxing, who was still complacent, caught a glimpse of it by accident, cursed secretly, and looked back.

Sure enough, on the canvas of Song Yuhe, it was Bao Qiao when he was young.

Song Yuhe was still full of doubts, not knowing what his brother was doing.

Song Guanxing turned off the live broadcast at the speed of light, and said angrily, "How do you draw him?"

Song Yuhe said: "I just remembered that when I first met my husband, he seemed as big as in the game, so I wanted to draw him."

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing committed a crime of his own accord, and was so angry that veins began to appear on his forehead.

At this moment, Song Yuhe's optical brain special reminder suddenly sounded, and Bo Qiao sent a message: [I'm here]

Song Yuhe threw away the paintbrush happily, before even taking off his apron, he happily went to the door to pick up Bo Qiao.

Song Guanxing looked at the unfinished painting with a sullen face, and wanted to tear it up and eat it, but after thinking about it, he still couldn't bear it. After all, Song Yuhe had been painting for so long, so he had to hold his nose and carefully paint the painting. Put away the wet picture frame to save it from getting dirty.

Song Yuhe had already rushed out of the rose garden, and many strangers on the road looked at him curiously, but he didn't pay attention at all, and ran to the door wearing the apron full of paint, just in time to see Bao Qiao, Bo Huacai, and Qin Xian getting out of the car .

Song Yuhe only had Bo Qiao in his eyes, and when he saw this, he waved to him happily: "Sir!"

When Bo Qiao heard the voice and looked at it, his expression softened.

Song Yuhe got carried away and ran over to Bao Qiao, "You're finally here!"

Bo Qiao felt something was wrong the moment he pounced on him, but she patiently hugged him back before looking down at her clothes.

——The suit jacket was already covered in red paint.

Only then did Song Yuhe realize that he was still wearing an apron, and hurriedly whispered, "I'm sorry."

Bo Qiao didn't care: "It's okay, just let someone send me another suit later."

Bo Huacai got out of the car and said lazily, "My boy only has Bo Qiao in his eyes, it's really enviable."

Only then did Song Yuhe see Bo Huacai and Qin Xian, "Wow", and said in surprise, "Sister, teacher, you are here too!"

Qin Xian had been told about Song Yuhe's background by Lu Jing before, and his heart ached even more. At this moment, he finally saw someone, and opened his hand to him with tears in his eyes: "Good boy, come teacher..."

He was about to say "hug me", but when he saw the wet paint on Song Yuhe's body and the miserable state of his thin clothes, he had no choice but to swallow his words and said, "Let the teacher rub it well."

Song Yuhe ran forward and obediently let Qin Xian and Bo Huacai rub their hands.

The four entered the manor together, Song Yuhe hadn't seen Bo Qiao for several days, and kept chatting with him.

Bo Qiao looked at him indifferently, seeing that he finally had nothing to say, and asked a topic: "I heard you drew my portrait?"

Song Yuhe looked at him in surprise: "How do you know?"

Bo Qiao let out a dry cough, and didn't tell him that now Xinghe is already falling out because of him and that painting, and now Song Guanxing should start contacting Xinghe's public relations team to lower the popularity ranking, otherwise Song Guanxing will definitely receive the popularity ranking trophy for himself.

"I just know it casually." Bo Qiao perfunctory him, "A few days ago I was still painting landscapes, but now I can draw people. It's really good."

Sure enough, Song Yuhe was perfunctory, tugged at his sleeve and said, "Right, I'll show you when I finish the drawing."

Bo Qiao smiled and said, "Okay."

It was still early, and birthday parties were often at night, and Bo Qiao didn't want to greet others on Song Yuhe's birthday, so he simply followed him to his residence.

The hall of the birthday banquet was not far from where Song Yuhe lived, only separated by a garden, but it was surprisingly quiet.

Bo Qiao took off the paint-stained coat, casually put it on his forearm, thought for a while, and took out a card from the coat pocket.

"Yuhe." Bo Qiao handed him the card, "This is a birthday present for you."

Song Yuhe let him sit on the sofa in the living room, and poured him tea with great interest. Hearing this, he said "ah", put down the teacup, and happily took it: "Is it frozen snowflakes?"

Bo Qiao didn't give that kind of misleading gift, so he shook his head: "No."

Song Yuhe was not disappointed either, anyway, he liked whatever Bo Qiao gave him.

The birthday present was just a card, and when it was opened, it contained a holographic projection, which was the same as the botanical garden card that Song Guanxing gave him at that time, which could be zoomed in and out to see the condensed scenery in all directions.

It's just that what Song Guanxing gave was the rose garden, and what Bo Qiao gave was the snow scene of Zhanzhan Island.

Song Yuhe recognized this place immediately, pointed his fingers on the projection, and even walked to every street and alley to see the scenery in all directions, which was much more pleasant than the card projection in the Rose Garden.

Song Yuhe's eyes lit up: "It's Snow Island."

Bo Qiao said, "This is for you, do you like it?"

Song Yuhe opened and closed the card, nodded: "I like it."

Bo Qiao laughed: "If you like, you can go to the island to play anytime."

Song Yuhe didn't understand the meaning of his words, he just nodded foolishly: "Okay, okay, I'll go after my birthday."

Bo Qiao saw that he didn't find out, and he didn't want to poke it directly, so he smiled and didn't say any more.

Song Yuhe played cards for a while, and found that Bo Qiao seemed to be looking at him all the time, which made him inexplicably embarrassed, and he lowered his head shyly, but he wanted to look at Bo Qiao very much, so he tried to raise his head and look at Bo Qiao , quickly looked away again.

Bo Qiao didn't think there was anything wrong at first, but Song Yuhe's reaction made him feel at a loss.

It was as if the fragrance of roses on Song Yuhe's body carried a hot flame, which made the surrounding temperature heat up.

Song Yuhe lowered his head and looked at his bare ankles for a while, then suddenly seemed to have made up his mind, and said softly, "Sir, if I grow up healthy..."

Bo Qiao didn't hear clearly: "What?"

Song Yuhe glanced at him secretly, then shifted his gaze, drawing small circles with his toes on the carpet, looking hesitant to speak, his ears were red.

Bo Qiao felt strange: "What's wrong?"

Song Yuhe still hesitated, but before he could come to a conclusion, Song Guanxing, who had arranged to drop the trending search, finally arrived late, holding a new set of clothes in his hand.

Song Yuhe got up immediately and hurriedly said, "It's nothing."

After speaking, he took the card and went upstairs.

Song Guanxing frowned: "What happened to him? Did you bully him?"

Bo Qiao took the clothes over and glanced at him: "Do you think that others take pleasure in bullying others like you?"

Song Guanxing still felt something was wrong, pushed Bo Qiao to the cloakroom, then came to Song Yuhe's room, and knocked lightly on the door.

Song Yuhe's voice came: "Come in."

Song Guanxing pushed open the door, poked his head in, and said quietly, "Why is my Xiao Zhi unhappy?"

"Not unhappy."

Song Yuhe sat at the table with his back to him, unconsciously opening and closing Xuedao's card in his hands, quite absent-minded.

Song Guanxing walked up to him with a smile, and was about to tease him when his eyes fell on Song Yuhe, and his heart skipped a beat.

Song Yuhe's face was reddish, there was still water in his eyes, and even his earlobes were so red that they were about to bleed.

——Obviously, she looks like she's just beginning to fall in love.