Blame him for being too pretty

Seeing this scene, other people in the laboratory took a breath without any trace, and looked at each other in blank dismay.

how do they feel...

Why are these two so strange?

Bo Qiao let out a dry cough, feeling that his face was burning even more, he pulled Song Yuhe's hand off, and said to him from left and right: "Come on, I'll take you to see... the data."

Song Yuhe didn't think much about it, he nodded slightly, and grabbed the hand that Bao Qiao was about to let go with his backhand.

Bo Qiao paused as he walked forward, then looked back at him in astonishment.

Song Yuhe didn't think it was strange, he took Bao Qiao's hand very naturally, and when he saw him looking back with a surprised face, he also asked suspiciously: "What's the matter?"

Bo Qiao silently looked down at the hands they were holding, and soon remembered that Song Yuhe seemed to like holding Song Guanxing's hand very much. Now it was probably out of habit, so he forcibly suppressed the thoughts that had just arisen in his heart. Pretending to be indifferent: "It's okay, let's go."

Song Yuhe's hand was cold, and Bao Qiao held it in his palm, like a small piece of cold jade.

Bo Qiao took Song Yuhe to look at the data without changing his face, but he couldn't ignore the gradually warm touch of his palm. He wanted to take his hand out several times while opening the door, but Song Yuhe held it tightly. Can't let go naturally at all.

Fortunately, when he arrived in the laboratory, Song Yuhe voluntarily let go of his hand, turned on the optical brain, clicked out the memo, and looked and typed on the virtual keyboard with his slender five fingers, ready to start recording data about the Hera virus.

Bo Qiao always wanted to pull his hand, but now that Song Yuhe let go, he felt inexplicably lost, his fingers lightly crushed his fingertips, and he felt that the touch of jade still remained in the palm of his hand.

The virus data of Hera's disease is very huge. Ordinary researchers would feel dizzy and dizzy when they read it, but Song Yuhe didn't find it complicated at all. He was extremely serious and his mind was spinning fast. He recorded a bunch of dense Even Bao Qiao felt a headache looking at the data.

As night fell, Song Yuhe couldn't stop thinking about it, but he was still forcibly dragged out of the laboratory by Bo Qiao.

Song Yuhe clicked on the memo, raised his hand to draw a sentence, and looked at Bao Qiao eagerly: "Sir, I don't understand this..."

Bo Qiao had a terrible headache and said helplessly, "It's time to take the medicine, let's see it tomorrow."

Song Yuhe nodded reluctantly. He was taken to the office on the top floor by Bo Qiao. He obediently sat on the sofa and opened the small bag on his body to look for medicine. stunned.

Bo Qiao was pouring warm water for him, seeing this, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Yuhe frowned and showed Bo Qiao the small medicine box, on which Song Guanxing marked the time to take the medicine: 12:30.

He forgot to take the medicine at noon.

Opening the address book of Guangnao again, Song Guanxing sent him several messages at noon telling him to take medicine.

Song Yuhe: "..."

Song Yuhe finally panicked, threw the medicine box into the bag in a panic, and planned to throw it into the trash can later.

Bo Qiao watched from the side, his eyes dimmed slightly.

Ever since Hera's disease was diagnosed, and Song Wuqi's matter, Song Yuhe's mood has been very gloomy, and there is no smile on Mingyan's little face, and there are almost no emotional ups and downs. He talks a lot.

This was the first time in half a month that Bo Qiao saw Song Yuhe's shadow from before, even if it was only a little bit.

Bo Qiao handed him the warm water, and said calmly, "Take the evening medicine first."

Song Yuhe took out the small medicine box for the night, took the water sullenly, and whispered, "Sir, don't tell my brother."

Bo Qiao knowingly asked, "Tell him what?"

Song Yuhe became a little anxious. He held the cup in one hand and the medicine in the other, so he couldn't pull Bo Qiao's sleeves, so he stretched out his toes to hook Bo Qiao's calf: "I will definitely take medicine well in the future, sir..."

Bo Qiao asked for trouble, moved his calf to the side, and hurriedly said: "Okay, I won't tell him."

Only then did Song Yuhe feel relieved, obediently finished the large amount of medicine, and showed the empty small medicine box to Song Guanxing.

【Song Pumpkin: I've finished all my medicine for the night. 】

Song Guanxing replied in seconds: [You are so good, that brother will pick you up later. 】

[Song Pumpkin: Good. 】

The medicine at night is different from the medicine in the daytime. Not long after taking it, Song Yuhe was lying on the sofa drowsy. Bo Qiao was afraid that he would catch a cold, so she covered him with the coat and said softly: "Go home and eat it. Eat and sleep."

Song Yuhe shrank back into his coat, let the mint-scented coat completely cover him, and said in a daze, "I'm not hungry."

Bo Qiao didn't say any more, so as not to annoy him.

After more than half an hour, Song Guanxing finally arrived.

Bo Qiao was sorting out the detailed data of the Hera disease virus, when Song Guanxing came over and adjusted his glasses lightly, and lowered his voice: "He didn't have dinner, remember to let him eat before going to sleep when he goes back."

Song Guanxing nodded, walked to the sofa and shook Song Yuhe: "Xiaozhi? Xiaozhi."

Song Yuhe was fast asleep, frowning vaguely: "Huh?"

"Come on, let's go home."

Song Yuhe was exhausted and sleepy, he didn't want to move at all, he groaned a few times and didn't know what he was talking about.

Seeing that he was too lazy to move, Song Guanxing simply stretched his hands behind his neck, intending to lift him up and carry him back to the car, but he had just picked up Song Yuhe's upper body, and it was still limp like a puddle of water just now. Song Yuhe suddenly tensed up all over.

Song Guanxing was still trying his best to reach Song Yuhe's knees, and there was a sudden chill on his back. Before he could react, he felt the world spinning in front of him, and there was a muffled "bang", and his back fell to the ground.

Song Guanxing: "..."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Song Guanxing was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he was thrown down by Song Yuhe. Fortunately, a blanket was laid on the floor of Bo Qiao's office, so he didn't throw him out.

He hurriedly wanted to get up to see if Song Yuhe was stressed again, but before he could move, he felt a warm body lying on top of him.

Song Guanxing: "???"

After Song Yuhe stunned and threw him down, he subconsciously liked the woody fragrance left on Song Guanxing's body. He lay lazily on Song Guanxing's body and said vaguely, "Brother, let me sleep for a while."

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing struggled to sit up, Song Yuhe didn't move, and leaned against his neck as if he had fallen asleep, making people helpless.

Song Guanxing could only signal Bo Qiao with his eyes.

Bo Qiao said: "There is a small lounge next to it, let him sleep on the bed."

Song Guanxing had no choice but to lower his head to coax him: "If we don't leave, go to the next room to sleep for a while."

Song Yuhe snorted.

Only then did Song Guanxing successfully pick him up and put him on the bed in the small lounge of the office.

Song Yuhe was very sleepy. As soon as he got on the bed, he kicked off his socks skillfully, rolled up the quilt, and fell asleep comfortably.

Song Guanxing frowned, closed the door and walked out.

There are several virtual light screens hanging on Bo Qiao's desk, and the data of each one is constantly changing. Song Guanxing unceremoniously went to the sofa to lie down, and lazily turned on the light brain to play.

Bo Qiao sorted out the Hera virus information Song Yuhe needed for a while, and saw Song Guanxing lying there from the corner of the eye, and said angrily, "You really don't treat yourself as an outsider."

"I've asked my assistant to bring you dinner." Song Guanxing turned on Starnet to check the news, and said casually, "Don't worry, I'll bring you a copy too."

Bo Qiao couldn't care less about his food, and said coldly: "I won't do anything to him, save your mother's heart."

Song Guanxing rolled his eyes, and said casually, "Of course I know, I didn't think of you so nasty - hiss, what is this?"

He originally brushed up on the topic of #乔先生#, and wanted to see Bo Qiao's excitement to make himself happy, but he started cursing when he swiped and fell, the main reason was that he swiped a post with tens of thousands of likes.

[George sdz: The young master is actually drawing Mr. Qiao, whoop, what is this not love? ! In the "Heart" game, the two of them seemed to be having trouble, the young master saw that Mr. Qiao's eyes were shining, it was real! 】

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Song Guanxing: "???"

What Joe, what Zhi? ?

Song Guanxing frowned, feeling vaguely familiar with that person's ID profile picture.

He opened it and his face turned green.

——It was a scene from the live broadcast recorded by Song Guanxing on Song Yuhe's birthday a month ago, and Song Yuhe turned his head to reveal a screenshot of Mr. Qiao on the canvas.

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing was completely convinced. In the eyes of outsiders, Song Yuhe and Bo Qiao only had the "same frame" in the holographic game and the accidental live broadcast, but in their minds, the two seemed to have already privately decided to live forever. up.

And Mr. Qiao is still a virtual character in the game, so I don't know what they are talking about.

Song Guanxing rubbed the center of his brows with a headache, turned off the optical brain, and took a weird look at Bao Qiao who was still soaked in data.

Bo Qiao sorted out all the data that Song Yuhe might need, and he focused on two things, casually said: "See what I do?"

Song Guanxing said quietly: "I suddenly want to know why you are so kind to my brother?"

Bo Qiao paused when she was typing on the keyboard.

Song Guanxing stared at him.

Bo Qiao's hand paused for five seconds before continuing to sort out the data slowly. He seemed to be talking about an unimportant trifle, and said calmly, "That's what you think."

"Oh." Song Guanxing sneered and said, "If it's what I think, you should be arrested by the Star Police Department and sentenced to ten or twenty years."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao frowned, and scolded him in a low voice: "Dirty."

"You didn't make up your mind before." Song Guanxing pressed hard, "Could it be that because my brother is sick, you suddenly see your feelings clearly? Or are you just sympathizing with him?"

Bo Qiao glared at him, and looked towards the lounge door next door, lest Song Yuhe would hear him.

Fortunately, the door of the lounge is very soundproof, as long as the two of them don't yell loudly, Song Yuhe won't be woken up.

Song Guanxing's treatment of Bo Qiao was no longer as repulsive as before. After he finished speaking, he even smiled slightly, with a generous and open-minded look, and said, "Just tell the truth, I won't be angry."

Bo Qiao looked at him suspiciously.

"Really." Song Guanxing promised, "Thanks to you for the past half month, otherwise I might have jumped off the stairs at that time, so even if you have any thoughts about my brother, I will not be angry, and I promise to be calm."

Bo Qiao still didn't believe it, everyone knew that Song Guanxing was shameless, and this kind of guarantee was useless.

Song Guanxing wanted to know so much, he swore again and again, and in the end even let out childish pediatric words like "If I get angry, I'll be a dog".

Bo Qiao hesitated for a moment.

Although he is slow to love things like love, but every time Song Yuhe gets in touch with him, Bo Qiao seems to have a rabbit in his heart, jumping around, tossing his original heart like still water.

At that time, Bo Qiao knew that he had fallen.

Seeing Song Guanxing's sincere face, Bo Qiao thought again and again, he was not a secretive character, so he simply said it directly.

"Well, yes, I see my feelings clearly, and I don't feel sympathy for him."

If it was because of Song Yuhe's sympathy due to Hera's disease, Bo Qiaoda could just study targeted drugs, instead of worrying about Song Yuhe every day, disturbing him so much that he even had Song Yuhe hooking him with his toes in his dreams Picture of the calf.

Song Guanxing gasped silently, and said tentatively, "So, do you really like my brother?"

Bo Qiao's words have reached this point, and he didn't hide it anymore: "Yes."

Song Guanxing took another breath, stood up from the sofa, and his sincere expression changed instantly.

Bo Qiao looked at him vigilantly: "What are you doing? You said you were angry and you just..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Guanxing cursed angrily like a mad dog: "I'll bite you to death!"

Bo Qiao: "..."