Blame him for being too pretty

"Hera syndrome?"

The doctor sighed again and said, "It's Hera's syndrome."

Song Yuhe was a little puzzled.

He had only heard of Hurt's syndrome.

"Oh." He half understood, took the report and looked at it, and found that he couldn't understand it at all, so he put it away, "Okay, I'll tell my parents when I get back."

The doctor said, "Do you have any pain medication?"

Song Yuhe's knee hurt a little from knocking, and he thought it was to stop the pain: "Yes."

"Our small hospital can't prescribe any useful medicines, so you should ask your parents to take you to Nanhuai Hospital to have a look." The doctor repeatedly told him, "I heard that targeted drugs will be developed soon, and you are still young. , no matter what..."

As he was talking, Bo Qiao's message came.

Song Yuhe said apologetically, "I'll answer the call first."

The doctor nodded and sighed again.

Song Yuhe clicked on the communication: "Sir."

A laughing voice came from Bo Qiao: "Didn't you say you want to have dinner with me?"

Song Yuhe: "But it's only eleven o'clock now, I thought you didn't have lunch until twelve o'clock."

Bo Qiao: "I'm already busy with work today, and I have a whole day to have lunch."

Song Yuhe kept laughing, talked to him a few more words, hung up the communication and began to pack his things and run outside.

The doctor warned from behind: "Remember!"

Song Yuhe turned his head and waved at him: "Got it!"

Sheng Mingsong followed him, wondering: "What do you remember? What's wrong with you?"

"No serious illness."

Song Yuhe didn't care. While waiting for the elevator, he even brushed his messy hair in front of the elevator's mirror, as if he was going on a date.

Sheng Mingsong raised his eyebrows: "Are you going on a date?"

Song Yuhe nodded: "Yes."

"Hmph." Sheng Mingsong groaned, and returned to the topic of quarreling with Sheng Lin, "You also have a possessive desire for your lover, right? I'm not the only one who has the problem, right?"

Song Yuhe was taken aback by the word "lover": "Possessive about your lover?"

"Yes, I think that person has you in his heart and eyes, this is love."

Sheng Mingsong, a possessive little wolf dog, stunned Song Yuhe with a word inadvertently. After he said goodbye to Sheng Mingsong, he was still thinking wildly while walking on the road.

possessive?

Does it mean that he loves him because he is possessive of his husband?

Half an hour later, Song Yuhe met Bao Qiao at the coffee shop on the first floor of Pucun.

Song Yuhe ran so out of breath that his scarf almost fell off, he ran directly behind Bo Qiao and wrapped his hands around his neck and hugged him: "Sir!"

Bo Qiao's coffee was almost spilled by him, and he glanced at him: "I told you, don't run too fast."

"Oh." Song Yuhe behaved himself this time, nodded and said, "Okay, I'm sure I won't run fast."

What Song Yuhe said before was very perfunctory, but this time he took his heart, Bo Qiao pushed the coffee to him, raised his eyebrows and said: "Why are you so obedient today?"

Song Yuhe sat opposite him, and said with a guilty conscience: "I just ran and fell, and I fainted from the fall."

Bo Qiao was startled, and quickly asked, "How did you fall? Where did you fall? Did it hurt?"

Bo Qiao's concern was sweeter than honey to Song Yuhe, he laughed and said happily: "It doesn't hurt anymore, there is nothing wrong with it."

Seeing him alive and kicking, Bo Qiao felt relieved, but still couldn't hold back from scolding him: "I've told you so many times, you have to walk slowly, this is going to be a hard time."

Song Yuhe smiled at him, looking heartless.

Bo Qiao couldn't get angry with him either, so she could only scold him a few words, and lightly exposed the matter.

After the two finished their lunch, it was already snowing heavily outside, Bo Qiao was afraid that Song Yuhe would fall again, so he proposed to take him to play in Pucun.

Song Yuhe let out an "ah" in disappointment: "You still have to work?"

Where does anyone date a business date?

If he wants Bo Qiao to play with him, he should seriously play with him, and don't be distracted by any work.

Thinking of this, Song Yuhe suddenly became agitated.

Could this be what Sheng Mingsong said... Possessiveness?

When he was in a daze, Bo Qiao said suspiciously: "I have done all the work, and I will only play with you when I return to Pucun."

Song Yuhe was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "Then let's go to your house."

Save Bo Qiao from returning to the company, and some people will disturb them with work.

Bo Qiao was taken aback for a moment: "My... home?"

"Uh-huh."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao didn't know why his face suddenly became hot. He coughed dryly and said, "It's okay. I have a holographic game at home. Do you want to play it?"

Song Yuhe remembered the "Heart" he had played at that time, and nodded: "Okay, okay."

Bo Qiao found a suitable reason, and took Song Yuhe back to his residence with peace of mind.

Bo Qiao has already moved out of his home because he has to be busy with company affairs all day long. At this time, he lives alone next to the scenic spot not far from Pucun. It is a small three-story villa. too brilliant.

The decoration and painting style of this residence is completely different from that of the small villa in Fuenli. Song Yuhe's curiosity flared up and he ran around in the yard. He saw a place in the garden that had just been installed with a thermostat. A rose, just in bud.

Song Yuhe said happily: "Sir, do you grow roses yourself?"

Bo Qiao nodded guiltyly: "Well, it's just for fun."

Song Yuhe squatted on the ground and looked at Rose for a long time, when Bo Qiao called him in, he stood up abruptly.

But he seemed to get up too hastily, as soon as he got up, he felt the world spinning, as if the dark sky was pressing down, forcing him to almost fall down again.

Song Yuhe staggered a bit, then stood still in a daze.

Bo Qiao's voice came from the room: "Xiao Zhi?"

Song Yuhe woke up like a dream, let out a dazed "Oh", and ran into the room cautiously.

Bao Qiao was playing with the holographic game pod, but he hadn't used it for a long time. There seemed to be something wrong with the game pod, and he couldn't open it no matter what.

Song Yuhe rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward: "Let me take a look."

Bo Qiao was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that Song Yuhe could still repair things.

Song Yuhe disassembled the hatch, opened the game and tried a few times on the line. After restarting the program, the game cabin was finally usable.

Bo Qiao pulled out the game screen and showed it to Song Yuhe: "Look, is there anything you want to play?"

Song Yuhe said without hesitation: "I want to play with Mr. Qiao."

Mr. Qiao: "..."

"That...isn't fun." Bo Qiao coaxed him, "Get a new one, I heard that Sheng Lin made a hologram game NPC before, how about we play that one?"

Song Yuhe's eyebrows drooped. He has no interest in games and entertainment. The reason why he wants to play games is only because of #李MR.#.

Bo Qiao was very worried by his expression, and surrendered directly: "Okay, just play this, and play again."

Song Yuhe was very easy to coax, and immediately became happy.

The two entered the game cabin together and opened the "Heart".

Song Yuhe has played this game once, and he is still very happy to play it again, but Bo Qiao is facing his young self, his face is green all the time, and he looks like he wants to beat #李MR.# with a sack .

An hour later, Song Yuhe came out of the game contentedly, grabbed Bao Qiao who was lying beside him and pretended to be dead, and planned to chat with Bao Qiao again as if watching a movie.

"Sir, why did that bionic man dig out the heart?"

Bo Qiao remained expressionless: "I don't know."

"Did Mr. Ying suffer from Hurt's syndrome and died of illness?"

"Correct."

"Then I smell the silvery smell of the bionic man at the fireplace, because the bionic man is sitting by the fireplace trying to warm himself up?"

Bo Qiao didn't know these details, and when he heard Song Yuhe say this, he also became interested: "How do you know?"

Song Yuhe said as it should be: "Because she wants to hug Mr. Ying."

Bo Qiao was taken aback.

Indeed, looking at this story from the perspective of a bionic person, it seems that the plot is different from what the player sees.

Song Yuhe couldn't stop thinking: "Sir, do you want to play again?"

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao begged for mercy, and quickly changed the subject: "Are you hungry, why don't I make you some afternoon tea snacks?"

Song Yuhe didn't think too much: "Okay, then I'll play by myself."

Bo Qiao could only look at Song Yuhe happily as he went to play again.

Song Yuhe probably loves this game very much, played back and forth many times, and didn't come out of the game cabin until it was dark.

Bo Qiao had already prepared dinner, seeing that he had been in the game cabin for a long time and couldn't walk straight when he came out, so he came over helplessly to help him sit in front of the dining table: "Don't play for so long."

Song Yuhe nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Got it."

Bo Qiao saw that his face was fine, so he didn't complain any more. Seeing the watch on Song Yuhe's wrist, Bo Qiao asked, "Is your experiment almost done?"

"Almost." Song Yuhe took a mouthful of egg custard, and said obediently, "I can test next weekend, and if there is no problem, I can repair 57."

Bo Qiao knew how much he was looking forward to this day, so he smiled and said, "Then I'll go over and have a look."

Song Yuhe bit his spoon and nodded desperately: "Sir must come."

As he spoke, he began to fantasize about his future life: "When 57 is repaired, I will take him home and let him sleep next to me. We will never be separated. He can do other experiments for me, so I can Be lazy and come out to play with your husband."

Bo Qiao became inexplicably sour when he heard it, and was even a little jealous of 57.

It's just that soon Bao Qiao woke up like a dream, and quickly dispersed this inexplicable possessiveness.

Bo Qiao told Song Guanxing yesterday, "I can't make a hasty decision", but it was only the next day that his reason began to lose control of his emotions.

He forced himself to calm down, and felt whether his emotions were caused by the gap caused by Song Yuhe's sudden disappearance of his dependence on him, or whether he really loved him.

It is enough for Song Yuhe to tell the difference. If an adult like Bo Qiao who has experienced so many things still fails to tell the difference, even if the two are together in the end, it will be unfair.

Bo Qiao finished the meal sullenly, and originally planned to send Song Yuhe home, but Song Yuhe skillfully found Bo Qiao's room, fell directly on the bed, and skillfully rolled a few times, rolling himself into a "burrito".

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao looked at him inexplicably: "What are you doing?"

"Sleep." Song Yuhe said logically, "Huh? It's so late, sir, won't you still want to drive me home?"

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao rubbed the space between his brows with a headache, and could only let him stay here.

He went to the next door to clean up the guest room, planning to make do with the night here by himself.

Song Yuhe was alive and kicking, but not long after eating and lying on the bed, he fell into a drowsy sleep, still maintaining the burrito position, and he didn't think it was uncomfortable being restrained.

Bo Qiao sighed, sat on the edge of the bed and carefully unfolded the quilt.

Song Yuhe slept soundly, completely unresponsive.

Bo Qiao could only hug him up and began to take off his coat.

It's just that when he took off his coat, a few lumps of paper fell out of the wide pocket. Bo Qiao glanced at it casually, and it seemed to be the logo of the hospital.

Song Yuhe fell into the hospital in a daze today? !

Bo Qiao felt that the matter was a bit serious, so he hurriedly picked up the paper, and was about to unfold it for a closer look, when Song Yuhe swept his legs in a daze, hooked Bao Qiao's waist, and fell onto the bed.

Bo Qiao was caught off guard and swayed, almost falling on Song Yuhe's body.

Song Yuhe stretched out his hand vaguely to hook his neck, and said blankly, "Sir."

Bo Qiao tried to hold her breath: "Huh?"

Song Yuhe exerted a little force, pressed Bo Qiao's face into his neck, and murmured: "I like you."