Blame him for being too pretty

Song Guanxing's face turned green.

Song Liuzhi was very happy to see such a large group of roses. There were still a bunch of files floating on the optical brain, and before he had time to close them, he ran over with the virtual optical screen and picked up the roses.

Song Guanxing: "..."

Seeing Song Yuhe happily patting Rose back and forth with his optical brain, Song Guanxing had no choice but to hold his nose and bear it.

"Actually, it's nothing to send a rose." Song Guanxing deceived himself, "Sheng Lin also gave me roses before, purely because he likes roses, it's nothing."

After comforting himself in this way, Song Guan Xing suppressed the fury of "that fellow Bo Qiao actually chased his younger brother in front of his face" that had arisen forcibly.

After working all day, Song Guanxing finally forgot about it. Early the next morning, the assistant knocked on the door again, saying that a courier had arrived.

Song Guanxing gritted his teeth, thinking that this time it should be the bionic man he customized.

then……

The assistant brought another large bouquet of lavender and sent it over.

Song Guanxing: "???"

The assistant said, "That Mr. Bo gave it to the young master."

Song Guanxing was about to bite someone violently. Although he didn't know what the flower language of lavender was, he was sure that bastard Bao Qiao had no good intentions.

Song Yuhe looked at it in surprise.

He has always received roses, and this is the first time he has received other varieties of flowers.

He ran over again with a bunch of virtual light screens, took the lavender and looked left and right, then turned to Song Guanxing and said, "Brother, this flower is quite beautiful."

Song Guanxing, who had already searched out what the flower language of lavender is, almost gritted his steel teeth, but seeing that Song Yuhe liked it, he could only reluctantly show a cannibal smile: "Then, then find a vase and put it in."

"Yeah." Song Yuhe didn't even read the document, and went to arrange flowers happily.

After arranging the flowers, Song Yuhe took another photo and sent it to Bo Qiao.

【Song Pumpkin: Sir, this flower is so beautiful. It smells a bit strange, but it's not too bad. 】

[Mint: Well, as long as you like it. 】

Song Guanxing was so angry that he thought that even sending flowers for two days would be enough.

But on the third day, the assistant came to the office with a bouquet of flowers.

Today's flower is a lily.

Song Guanxing silently closed the website that searched for flower language, and said blankly, "Throw it in the trash can for me."

Song Yuhe didn't look at the documents in the office today. The customized bionic human model had arrived. After breakfast in the morning, he and he went to the laboratory downstairs to simulate virus data.

Song Guanxing was able to vent his anger.

The assistant looked at the bright lilies and hesitated again and again: "You..."

Song Guanxing urged him: "Go quickly, throw it away."

The assistant had no choice but to leave with flowers.

Bo Qiao spent about the same time sending flowers every day. After waiting patiently for half an hour, seeing that Song Yuhe didn't give him the "feedback" of sending flowers like before, he raised his eyebrows slightly, knowing that Song Yuhe is not in Song Guanxing's office now, but My bouquet of flowers may have been thrown into the trash can too.

Bo Qiao was not angry, and ordered another bouquet of flowers, this time directly to Song Yuhe's laboratory.

An hour later, it was lunch time.

Song Guanxing called Song Yuhe to come to the office for dinner, put the food away, and when he looked up, he saw Song Yuhe happily walking towards him holding a bunch of lilies.

Song Guanxing: "????"

Song Guanxing's first reaction was that the assistant didn't throw away the flowers, but after thinking about it, he thought it was impossible. After looking carefully, he found that the wrapping paper in Song Yuhe's bosom was different from the previous one.

Song Guanxing was deeply lucky, and was so angry that Bao Qiao was so mad that his head went numb.

Song Yuhe didn't notice his brother's face, and asked: "Brother, this flower is also beautiful and fragrant. Can you find me another vase? I want to put it in the laboratory."

Song Guanxing forced a smile: "Well, okay, I'll find you some vases after dinner."

Song Yuhe nodded his head, put the flowers on the table fondly, and began to eat.

Song Guanxing stared at the bouquet of flowers, while biting the meat in his mouth, wishing he could eat the flowers with bibimbap.

But even if Song Guanxing got angry again, he still worked hard to find several beautiful vases for Song Yuhe, as well as scissors and nutrient solution for him to arrange flowers.

Song Yuhe seemed to be in a good mood. He no longer kept his sullen face and kept silent like a few days ago. Finally, he felt a little fresher. He took the scissors and cut the flower branches obliquely, and placed them In a vase containing nutrient solution and water.

Song Yuhe cut and cut, as if remembering something, looked around, and said doubtfully: "Brother, where are the roses and lavender I had two days ago?"

Song Guanxing choked. He couldn't say that he had thrown away the two bunches of flowers, so he could only say perfunctorily, "Those two bunches of flowers are too easy to wilt. They withered in the morning, so I threw them away."

Song Yuhe didn't doubt that he was there, but said with emotion: "Did you die so soon?"

"Yes." Song Guanxing still didn't forget to step on Bo Qiao at this moment, "Bo Qiao must have bought you a cheap one, so I can't help but look at it."

Song Yuhe: "Huh? But I think that flower seems quite fresh."

Song Guanxing said viciously nonsense: "Maybe it's because of hormones."

Song Yuhe didn't quite understand these twists and turns, seeing what Song Guanxing said, he had no choice but to believe it.

After inserting the flowers, it was time to take the medicine. Song Yuhe skillfully ate the jelly beans and went downstairs to the laboratory with his flowers in his arms.

Since then, Bo Qiao is still sending flowers every day, and the varieties of flowers are different every day. For more than half a month, even Song Yuhe, who has a rough nerve, has noticed something wrong.

He took advantage of the lunch break to lie on the bed and pulled Song Guanxing, and asked, "Brother, why does your husband always send me flowers?"

Song Guanxing pulled the quilt over him and covered him. When he heard this question, he paused his fingers and frowned severely.

Song Yuhe's face was full of curiosity, and he looked at him eagerly, his eyes full of expectations for him.

At this time, even if Song Guanxing uttered an extremely vicious speculation, Song Yuhe might follow his thinking and think upwards.

Song Guanxing was silent for a while, then reached out to touch Song Yuhe's pale face, and said softly, "What does Xiao Zhi think of Bao Qiao?"

Song Yuhe was taken aback for a moment, and said in a jiffy, "He...he's fine."

Song Guanxing tentatively said, "What if he wants to date or marry someone else?"

Song Yuhe didn't speak, just pulled the corner of the quilt with a sudden force, and directly tore a hole in the down quilt, and the snow-white down inside immediately ran out.

Song Guanxing: "..."

Come on, with this attitude, it's still a fart.

Song Yuhe was a little uncomfortable with this kind of furry thing, and immediately covered his mouth and nose and coughed.

Song Guanxing hurriedly put away the duvet, and asked the home robot to tidy it up and change a quilt.

Song Yuhe was lying on the bed, looking as if he had been irritated, he was muffled and did not speak.

Looking at his reaction, Song Guanxing couldn't see the problem. He sighed and said, "I'm just making a hypothesis. Why are you so serious when you hear the 'if' before?"

"I didn't take it seriously." Song Yuhe buried his head in the quilt, and said in a muffled voice, "He's dating someone else, so I congratulate him."

Song Yuhe said the word "Congratulations" aggrieved and angry.

But then he remembered that he was a dying person, and he had no position to care whether Bao Qiao fell in love or not, and he became even angrier.

Ever since the Hera disease incident, Song Yuhe seemed to have always been docile and docile, and would not lose his temper like before. This time, Song Guanxing was stunned for a while when he heard the "Congratulations" gnashing his teeth. A laugh came out.

Song Yuhe said, "What are you laughing at?"

Song Guanxing raised his eyebrows and said, "Xiao Zhi, who laughed at me, will finally lose his temper again."

Accustomed to seeing his lifeless younger brother a while ago, Song Guanxing saw such a lively Song Yuhe again, his nose felt a little sore, but he forcibly endured it, lifted a gap in the quilt, and said, "You just like Baoqiao so much?"

Song Yuhe shrunk in even more, and said sullenly, "I didn't."

"Then they fall in love and get married..." Song Guan hadn't finished speaking when he heard Song Yuhe hid in the quilt and began to tear the sheets, so he hurriedly stopped talking and reluctantly changed the subject.

"Tomorrow weekend, do you want to go out and play?"

Song Yuhe shook his head: "No, I will continue to simulate."

Transforming a real virus into a bionic human data virus is something that no one has ever tried before. Song Yuhe disabled many programs one after another during this period, and only vaguely touched the doorway. Naturally, he will not rest at this time.

"Isn't he here? Let him show you the data." Song Guanxing didn't want him to push himself so hard, and advised him, "Just take a day off."

Song Yuhe still refused.

Song Guanxing hesitated for a long time, and then said with a disheveled face: "I asked Bo Qiao to go skiing on Zhanzhan Island..."

Song Yuhe froze all over, gently opened a gap in the quilt, and whispered: "Then I will rest for a day."

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing was almost laughed out of anger.

After coaxing Song Yuhe to sleep, Song Guanxing went out from the lounge, holding his nose to contact Bo Qiao.

[Song Guanxing: Zhanzhan Island, tomorrow, go? 】

Bo Qiao frowned when she saw the news, and replied blankly: 【Are you sick? 】

Two big men ran to the holy place for dating, what is it if they are not sick?

【Song Guanxing: My younger brother is going too. 】

Bo Qiao replied in seconds: [Go. 】

Song Guanxing: "..."