Blame him for being too pretty

Song Guanxing processed the documents very quickly, and he could settle some urgent documents that the high-level executives couldn't make up their minds at a glance. Even so, it took him a full morning to finish the backlog of things that had been accumulated for several days.

After thoroughly explaining the matter, Song Guanxing quickly ran back to the office, planning to take the noon medicine and go to the laboratory to find Song Yuhe.

But as soon as he arrived at the office, he found a note on the desk with Song Yuhe's words on it.

"Brother, I'm going to Pucun, and the medicine has already been taken.

stop

Song Guanxing felt a toothache when he saw the word "Pu Cun", but at this moment, he was no longer what he used to be. He tried his best to get lucky, he didn't stop him, he didn't jump his feet, and he was terribly calm.

Anyway, as long as Song Yuhe is happy, he can go along with whatever Mr. Bo and Ms. Bo he is looking for.

At the same time, Song Yuhe had already arrived at Pucun with a small packet of medicine.

Pucun's front desk already knew him, and when he saw him coming, he remembered Assistant Ming's instructions and didn't stop him, and even prepared the elevator card.

Song Yuhe put his hands on the marble table, making his fingers paler, and he could vaguely see the needle holes on the blue blood vessels: "Hello, I'm looking for..."

The front desk hurriedly said, "This is the elevator card for President Bo's office, you can go in directly."

"Ah." Song Yuhe froze for a moment, then said, "Is Bo Qiao in the office now?"

He seldom called Bo Qiao by his name directly. After he said it, he felt strange for no reason. He pressed the tip of his tongue against his lips and pursed it, and then called out in a low voice: "Bo Qiao..."

The receptionist said, "No, Mr. Bo should be in the laboratory now."

Song Yuhe came back to his senses and said, "Then give me the elevator card to go to the laboratory, thank you."

front desk:"……"

The receptionist said dryly: "Sir, the lab is full of Pucun's business secrets, without Mr. Bo's permission..."

Before she finished speaking, Song Yuhe understood what she meant. He was about to turn on his optical brain to contact Bo Qiao, when a lazy voice came from the side: "Want to see the laboratory?"

When Song Yuhe turned his head, he saw Bo Huacai brushing his long hair and looking at him with a smile.

"Sister." Song Yuhe said doubtfully, "Haven't you returned to Nanhuai Star yet?"

The front desk's eyes widened unconsciously. This young man who seemed so close to Mr. Bo, and even had various rumors among the employees, actually called the eldest lady Bo Huacai "sister"?

Bo Huacai responded without changing his expression, stepped forward and touched Song Yuhe's head: "Why go back, Qin Xian has been transferred to Nanhuai Star as an exchange teacher, what's the point of me going back to Fu'enli again?" ?”

Exchange teachers?

Song Yuhe seems to understand, he seems to only know that the school exchange students come to the other school to study, never knew that there are exchange teachers.

Seeing that he was still as stupid as before, Bo Huacai couldn't help laughing, and said, "You want to find Bo Qiao?"

Song Yuhe nodded, then shook his head again: "I want to go and see the experiment done by Mr."

Bo Huacai raised an eyebrow: "INC targeted drug?"

"Ah."

"That's really a secret." Bo Huacai bent his eyes, reached out and hooked Song Yuhe's chin, deliberately teasing him, "Why are you interested in this? Aren't you still obsessed with bionics before?"

Song Yuhe didn't think there was anything he couldn't say about being ill, and said seriously: "I have Hera syndrome, and I want to see the specific data of the targeted drug."

Bo Huacai snapped her fingers, and the smile on her face disappeared instantly.

Even the front desk who was waiting to eat melons was taken aback for a moment.

"How come..." Bo Huacai's face was ugly, and he looked up and down Song Yuhe, and found that he was much weaker, and the chin that was pointed before was now even thinner.

She couldn't accept it for a while, but she also knew that Song Yuhe's temperament would definitely not make such a joke, so she could only speak with difficulty: "How long has it been?"

Song Yuhe said: "It's been about a month since the diagnosis."

Bo Huacai remained silent.

No wonder Bao Qiao seemed to be crazy during this period, and started to push the progress of INC.

Bo Huacai greeted the front desk with a sad expression, and pulled the well-behaved Song Yuhe into the elevator.

Song Yuhe was still there and asked, "Are you going to the laboratory?"

Bo Huacai's mood had dropped to the bottom. Seeing that this silly boy was still thinking about going to the laboratory, he glared at him angrily: "Go, of course, whoever won't let you go, I'll kill him!"

When Song Yuhe heard this familiar catchphrase, he was slightly startled, smiled and rolled his eyes: "Well, thank you sister."

Seeing that he was still laughing, Bo Huacai sighed silently, took out his optical brain and sent a message to Qin Xian.

[Mean and mean: Do you know about Yuhe's illness? 】

Soon, Qin Xian came back.

[Qin Xian: Does he have a fever again?Yes, his immune system is not very good, and he seems to be prone to fever in different seasons. I will go to see him on weekends. 】

[Mean and thin: What a ghost with a fever!He's Hera! 】

Qin Xian didn't reply for a long time, and it wasn't until they both got off the elevator that Qin Xian's message was sent directly.

Bo Huacai asked Song Yuhe to wait here, and then sent someone to find Bo Qiao to pick him up, and the tea that walked to the side connected directly to the non-stop communication.

Qin Xian was in a hurry: "The optical brain crashed just now—what happened? What Hera disease?! Why didn't I know about it? Who told you?"

Bo Huacai frowned: "Yuhe told me just now."

Qin Xian took a breath and said quickly, "I'll be right over!"

"Why are you here?" Bo Huacai poured a glass of sweet fruit juice, thought for a while, added a spoonful of honey, and said with a frown, "He's looking at the data of targeted drugs in Pucun. It's fine even if you come. use."

Qin Xian: "But I..."

Bo Huacai: "You finish the class first, he won't be able to come out of the lab for a while, see if he has time in the evening."

Qin was so anxious that Bo Huacai calmed him down first, then walked back with the juice, only to find that Song Yuhe was still obediently waiting there.

Bo Huacai's heart softened, and she stepped forward and handed him the juice: "Will you drink it? It's very sweet."

Song Yuhe was a little embarrassed: "I... my brother won't let me eat carelessly."

Bo Huacai thought he thought the things outside were not clean, so Song Yuhe looked at the juice, probably a little thirsty and wanted to drink it, so he asked cautiously, "Can Hera's disease drink juice?"

Bo Huacai was taken aback.

She always thought that she was a mean and ruthless woman, but when she heard Song Yuhe's words, she felt her heart was pulled by something.

This child...is so distressing.

No wonder Qin Xian's steel straight man is so slow to feelings, but always loves to take care of Song Yuhe.

Bo Huacai stuffed the juice into his mouth and smiled at him: "You can drink it! My sister has also studied a lot of data on Hera's disease over the years, as long as you don't eat too stimulating things."

Only then did Song Yuhe happily take the cup, and took a sip of it.

After a few words, Bo Qiao got the news and walked out of the laboratory quickly. Seeing that Song Yuhe really came here, the eyes under the glasses were a little surprised.

Seeing him, Bo Huacai whistled at him: "Hey, why did you look like a dog today? I saw you a few days ago with a stubble and messy hair. You are so sloppy and rough."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao was wearing a white coat and silver-rimmed glasses. When he looked coldly from under the glasses, he looked like a gentle scum.

He had long been used to Bo Huacai's jokes, so he ignored it. He walked up to Song Yuhe, his eyes softened obviously: "Why are you here?"

Song Yuhe said: "I want to see INC's data."

If another person said this, Bo Qiao would have had him kicked out long ago, but it was Song Yuhe who said this, Boss Bo immediately nodded, as if agreeing to an insignificant matter.

"Okay."

Bo Huacai silently rolled his eyes at the side without disturbing them, and walked away on his high heels.

Bo Qiao brought Song Yuhe to Pucun's laboratory. Pucun's drug researchers saw Bo Qiao brought a half-grown child, and they all looked over with frowns.

Bo Qiao didn't want Song Yuhe to suffer any grievances, so he said directly: "This is Song Liuzhi from the Song family, the champion of the mechanical competition."

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and belatedly remembered that the champion of this year's mechanical competition seemed to be a genius who created a bionic human with autonomous consciousness.

This time, everyone's eyes changed, and no one wanted to drive him out.

Seeing this, Bo Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, and looked down at Song Yuhe: "What data do you want to see?"

"Virus data." Song Yuhe said.

Bo Qiao was a little surprised. He originally thought that Song Yuhe was going to look at some production data of the targeted drug, but he didn't expect that what he wanted was a virus.

"What do you want virus data for?" Bo Qiao didn't beat around the bush and asked directly.

Song Yuhe said: "I want to understand the data of the Hera disease virus, make the virus into a 'virus', and use it in the program simulation of the bionic human body."

Bo Qiao was stunned.

When Bo Qiao first met Song Yuhe, he was fooled by one of Bo Qiao's students and sat down to listen to one of Bo Qiao's classes.

That sentence is: "Bionic mechanical parts and human organs are not separate. A class taught by our teacher Bo is also very useful for bionic machinery."

——Song Yuhe wrote this sentence in his homework at that time.

At that time, Bo Qiao didn't think so, but now...

Hearing Song Yuhe's words, Bo Qiao felt that he had been slapped in the face again.

No one has ever proposed the novel method of making pathogens into "virus" data and doing program simulation on bionic humans.

Song Yuhe looked serious, he didn't have the despair and self-abandonment of other patients with Hera's disease, and he didn't do nothing just because Bo Qiao said that targeted drugs could be made, and only put his hope on targeted drugs.

Because Song Yuhe is not good at human body and medicine, Bo Qiao always instinctively regards him as a person who needs to be protected and rescued in the case of Hera's disease. Dedicated to drug research, for fear of smashing Song Yuhe's full expectations and destroying his trust.

But at this moment, Bo Qiao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Yuhe would not put all his hopes on others, let alone think that Bo Qiao had to research a medicine within three years to save himself.

He is very sensible and sober, and he knows how to use what he is best at to make the most useful actions.

Bo Qiao's mind, which had been tense for a long time, suddenly relaxed, and his eyes fell on Song Yuhe's plain face. For some reason, his heart seemed to be hit hard by something, which made his limbs and bones slightly warm.

"Sir?" Song Yuhe looked at him strangely, "What's the matter? Is it not convenient for me to look at the virus data?"

Bo Qiao woke up like a dream, didn't notice the abnormality on her face, and said hastily, "Of course."

Song Yuhe let out an "oh", looked at him again, stepped forward, raised his hand and pressed his palm on Bao Qiao's face that was red up to the ears.

Song Yuhe just came in from the outside, his hands were still cold, and when his palms were pressed against Bao Qiao's face, he shivered from the ice.

Bo Qiao looked at him in surprise.

"Your face is so hot." Song Yuhe said worriedly, "Are you sick again?"

Bo Qiao: "..."