Blame him for being too pretty

"Oh." Bo Qiao remained expressionless, "Song Yuhe."

Song Yuhe became anxious, and took another step forward, wishing to stick it directly on Bao Qiao's face: "Call Xiaozhi!"

Bo Qiao leaned back, afraid that Song Yuhe would kiss him, and said coldly: "I think Yuhe is more fluent."

Song Yuhe reached out and grabbed Bao Qiao's skirt and pulled him down, and said anxiously: "Your name is Xiao Zhi, your name is..."

Bo Qiao probably thought it was amusing to tease him, so she intentionally contradicted him: "Yuhe."

Song Yuhe stared at Bo Qiao's thinned lips, instinctively wanted to shut his mouth, telling him not to call "Yuhe", and to call out that name that made his ears tingle.

For some reason, seeing that Bo Qiao didn't cooperate at all, Song Yuhe was stunned for a moment, like a ghost on his body, he tiptoed and kissed her directly.

Bo Qiao: "!!!!"

Bo Qiao was startled, and instinctively dodged it, but he only had time to tilt his head slightly, just in time for Song Yuhe's lips to fall on the corner of his lips.

Light and floating, like a dragonfly on the water, with the breath of morning dew and roses.

Bo Qiao froze all over, and it took him a long time to turn his head to look in amazement.

Song Yuhe didn't know what he had done. He grabbed his skirt and took out a piece of candy, as if coaxing him to "speak" and said expectantly: "Sir, please stop shouting. Don't call me Yuhe."

Bo Qiao: "???"

Bo Qiao looked at Song Yuhe in disbelief with Deng Tuzi's frivolous look on his face.

"you you!"

That was Bo Sanqiao's first kiss!

Just as Bo Qiao was still in shock, someone slammed on the glass door beside him, and they turned their heads to look at the same time.

Song Guanxing looked like a vicious dog that had just been released after being starved for half a year, with both hands desperately pawing at the glass, looking fiercely inside with a ferocious face, and still swearing something in his mouth.

Lu Jing was holding his medicine desperately in the back, and he was also shouting something, probably to tell his brother not to kill people.

The sound insulation of the glass is so good, Song Yuhe didn't hear what they were shouting, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with my brother?"

Bo Qiao looked like he was about to spit out old blood from Song Yuhe's ignorance, and he pushed Song Yuhe back tensely.

Even though the young man is so thin, Bo Qiao seemed to have exhausted all his strength to push him away. The temperature on the balcony was not too hot, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Song Yuhe was pushed away, confusedly said: "Sir?"

Bo Qiao turned her head away and coughed muffledly: "Go and see your brother."

Song Yuhe let out an "oh" before leaving Bo Qiao's side.

Bo Qiao finally dared to take a big breath, almost suffocating himself to death.

Song Yuhe walked to the glass window and opened the door. Song Guanxing, who was like a mad dog just now, became normal in a second, and Lu Jing was amazed.

Song Yuhe asked: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Song Guanxing was so angry that he couldn't get angry at Song Yuhe, so he forced a smile, took two drinks from the table casually, and said through gritted teeth: "See, you haven't had anything to drink, cough, I'll bring you some drinks."

Song Yuhe also believed it, and took the drink: "Is there anything else?"

Song Guanxing was so aggrieved that he could only grit his teeth and say, "It's all right."

Song Yuhe nodded, and returned to the balcony with two glasses of drinks.

Bo Qiao was leaning on the balcony railing to breathe fresh air, trying to get rid of the feeling of being confused by the rose scent on Song Yuhe just now, so as not to feel dizzy.

He thought that after Song Yuhe went out, he would be taken away by his younger brother Song Guanxing, but he didn't expect that he had just breathed for a while, when there were familiar footsteps outside again.

Bo Qiao turned around in horror, and saw Song Yuhe sitting on a chair on the balcony holding two cups of red drinks. He said to Bo Qiao as if he was okay, "Sir, do you want a drink? It's sweet."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao's heart went up and down for a while, suffering extremely, and the culprit even had the leisure to drink sweet drinks?

Bo Qiao didn't know whether it was anger or aggrieved, but he couldn't vent his anger with Song Yuhe's character, so he could only be angry with himself, and sat across from Song Yuhe with a sullen face.

Song Yuhe drank half a cup of sweet drink, a drop of red water stained his lips, he stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips casually, the tip of his tongue rolled the drop into his lips.

Bo Qiao looked at it and almost spilled the drink in his hand.

Song Yuhe supported the Teng table with his elbows, leaned slightly, tilted his head and asked, "Why don't you drink, sir?"

Bo Qiao wants to die, why is Song Yuhe so strange today?

He squeezed the wine glass, took a sip as if to cover up, and immediately discovered the problem.

This is not an ordinary sweet drink, but a high-end cocktail.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao looked back at the glass door, and saw that Song Guanxing was still like a wild dog running wild, staring at him fiercely.

But unexpectedly, this time, Song Guanxing didn't rush to disturb the two of them like before, but seemed to be afraid of something, even if he got angry again, he could only watch helplessly, not daring to come forward.

Bo Qiao frowned.

After so much effort, Song Yuhe had already finished his drink. It was the first time he drank, and he didn't look like Bo Qiao poured a glass at all. After drinking, he even passed the wine glass over and looked at Bao Qiao eagerly.

"It turned out to be wine, sir, give me half of it." Song Yuhe said, "I remember that you don't seem to be able to drink very much."

Bo Qiao also knew how much he could drink, so he didn't dare to lose face by getting drunk at the birthday party.

Silently, he brought the wine glass up to pour wine for Song Yuhe, his eyes fell on the place where the two wine glasses touched, and for some reason he suddenly remembered Song Yuhe's instant kiss just now.

Bo Qiao shook her hand and almost spilled the wine.

Song Yuhe said "Ai ai" twice, stood up hurriedly, leaned over with half of his body, and didn't want to pour the wine anymore, so he directly grabbed Bao Qiao's hand with both hands, moved to the glass and took a sip.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Song Yuhe saved a little for Bo Qiao, and then sat back contentedly, he didn't notice Bo Qiao's daze, he was still thinking about the phrase "Xiao Zhi".

Some wine was spilled on the table, Song Yuhe couldn't stretch out his hand to pull Bo Qiao's sleeve to act like a spoiled child, so he simply stretched out his foot and rubbed his toe on Bo Qiao's calf. After he drank some wine, his cheeks gradually turned red, and his eyes reflected The warm broken light looked at Bao Qiao tenderly.

"Call me a little stop, sir."

Bo Qiao almost had goosebumps all over his body, looking at Song Yuhe in horror, he almost leaned back.

Bo Qiao has watched so many TV series and movies over the years, and has a wealth of experience in eating melons. He also knows a thing or two about this kind of flirting, but if another person hooks his calf with his toe in this ambiguous atmosphere, Bo Qiao Qiao had already been furious, flung his sleeves and left.

But now, he seemed to be nailed to the chair, unable to move at all, and could only let Song Yuhe "flirt" with him.

Song Yuhe waited and waited for no answer, so he urged him: "Sir?"

Bo Qiao completely gave up struggling, and said helplessly, "Xiao Zhi."

Song Yuhe was overjoyed, and the light in his eyes became even brighter: "Call again, sir."

"Xiao Zhi." Bo Qiao supported his forehead and said weakly, "Stop rubbing your feet against me, it's not good."

Song Yuhe let out an "oh", and he heard what he wanted to hear anyway, so he didn't bother anymore, and retreated from the goodness.

With such skill, Song Guanxing, who had been watching outside, finally opened the glass door and said in a low voice, "Xiao Zhi, come on, let's cut the cake."

Song Yuhe hurriedly got up, and dragged Bao Qiao, whose calves were limp, to run inside.

The hill-like cake in the banquet hall had already been pushed, Xiang Jiu waved to Song Yuhe, Song Yuhe had no choice but to leave Bao Qiao reluctantly, and ran forward.

This is the first time Song Yuhe has seen such a big cake, holding a knife for a while will not know how to cut it.

Xiang Jiu gently held his hand and taught him how to cut it.

The atmosphere was harmonious, but in the corner, Song Guanxing looked at Bao Qiao coldly, and said indifferently, "My brother hasn't grown up yet."

In Song Guanxing's view, although Song Yuhe has grown up, he is still a child who has not grown up.

He couldn't hand over a child who couldn't tell what love was to an old fritter like Bo Qiao.

Bo Qiao stared at Song Yuhe who was smiling and cutting the cake, but he didn't know what he was thinking, so he didn't talk to him.

Song Guanxing asked again: "Bo Qiao, tell me the truth, you told Xiaozhi..."

Bo Qiao finally turned to look at him.

Song Yuhe had already finished cutting the cake, and the entire banquet hall was filled with the noise of blessings. Only then amidst the din, Song Guanxing asked softly, "Do you have feelings?"

Song Guanxing's voice was so low, but Bo Qiao heard it, his pupils shrank calmly, and then turned his gaze to Song Yuhe who was eating cake happily.

Bo Qiao finally murmured: "I don't know."

Song Guanxing looked at him coldly.

Song Yuhe said "I don't know", maybe Song Guanxing can understand, after all, he grew up in a place like Mo Fenfen, and his emotional perception is very weak.

But when a mature adult like Bo Qiao said it, it was incredible.

Song Guanxing: "He still..."

"He's still young, I know." Bo Qiao interrupted Song Guanxing expressionlessly, "It's because he's still young that I can't make such a hasty decision."

Song Guanxing was so choked that he was about to roll his eyes, and he realized that since Song Liuzhi appeared, he had always been at a disadvantage in front of Bo Qiao, but he could only admit that he was unlucky and could not make up for it at all.

At this moment, Song Yuhe passed through the crowd with two cakes in his hands, and quickly ran towards the two of them.

Song Guanxing withdrew his hostility towards Bo Qiao in a second, and greeted his younger brother with a smile.

Song Yuhe was very happy, he gave a piece of cake to Song Guanxing, but took the other piece in his hand, and didn't intend to give it to Bo Qiao at all.

Song Guanxing was suddenly a little proud, and snorted towards Bao Qiao.

In the next second, Song Yuhe handed a spoon to Bo Qiao: "Sir, let's eat a piece."

Song Guanxing: "..."

Bo Qiao took the spoon and said flatly, "Okay."

Song Yuhe happily went to eat cake with Bo Qiao.

Song Guanxing tasted the lonely cake alone.

Song Yuhe and Bo Qiao hid on the small balcony again.

After the two of them shared a piece of cake, Bo Qiao finally stopped avoiding Song Yuhe and turned his attention to the boy.

Song Yuhecai was at the best age in his life, and he would show his sincerity without reservation—even if Bo Qiao couldn't tell whether his sincerity was just dependence or love, he didn't dare to abuse it at will.

Bo Qiao straightened a lock of hair on Song Yuhe's forehead, and said softly, "Happy birthday."

Song Yuhe smiled at him: "Thank you sir."

At this time, the manor had already started to set off huge fireworks, constantly exploding in the sky.

Song Yuhe raised his head and looked at the fireworks that seemed to be close at hand, smiling so much that his eyes curled up.

He said to 57: "Look, 57, I have grown up."