Blame him for being too pretty

This time when meeting his parents, Bo Qiao was very reserved throughout the whole process, he didn't even bother to respond to Song Guanxing's eccentricity, he answered Song Yan and Xiang Jiu's every question, and he couldn't see his usual strategy and majesty in the company.

Bo Qiao didn't know how he survived the whole day, he had a smile on his face the whole time, and when he finally got to the guest room at night, he felt his face was going to be stiff.

Song Yuhe hugged the dried pillow and towel and put them on the bed. Seeing that he was sleepy, he hugged his neck with a smile and said, "Are you tired? I think your face is about to cramp."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao looked at the door, afraid that that bastard Song Guanxing would be watching from the crack of the door again.

Fortunately, Song Yuhe closed the door, Bo Qiao heaved a sigh of relief, stretched out his arms to hug Song Yuhe's slender waist, and said, "It's okay."

But before hugging for a while, Song Guanxing's voice came from outside: "Xiaozhi, come out to take medicine."

Song Yuhe had no choice but to reluctantly get up from Bo Qiao, and whispered, "Don't lock the door at night."

After speaking, he ran out.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao's mind recalled Song Guanxing's heartbreaking "This is a test!"

After all, it was at Song Yuhe's house, Bo Qiao hesitated again and again, and decided not to make a fuss, so that Song Guanxing would not come to his room in the middle of the night.

After he finished washing, he stared at the door and thought: "Wait another 3 minutes, if he hasn't come, I will lock the door and go to sleep."

This is Bo Qiao's own test.

After he made up his mind, he lowered his head and started timing.

The timer on the optical computer simulates the sound of the ticking of the second hand, and the time passes by every minute, and 2 minutes have passed in a short time.

Bo Qiao was very conflicted in his heart, he didn't know whether he wanted Song Yuhe to come over, his brows became more and more frowned, and he began to feel a little irritable in his heart - although he himself refused to admit it.

00:02:50.

51.

52.

Bo Qiao's heart sank gradually, and when the second hand reached 58, he had already frowned and got out of bed, trying to lock the door behind him, but just as he reached the door, the second hand ticked to 00:03:00, and the door suddenly was opened.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Song Yuhe came over poking his head, saw Bo Qiao's hands on the armrest, and said with a smile, "How do you know I'm coming?"

Bo Qiao felt a little guilty, coughed dryly, and said, "It's getting late, go to sleep."

He meant to let Song Yuhe go back to his room to sleep, but Song Yuhe understood that it was Bo Qiao's invitation, and happily opened the door and went in.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Song Yuhe had already finished taking a shower, and he was wearing a green pajamas with mint leaf pattern. He ran to the bedside and jumped in. The soft mattress made him bump twice.

Bo Qiao came over without a word: "Xiaozhi..."

Song Yuhe slept with Bo Qiao at Bo Qiao's residence for several days, and now he is used to the smell and body temperature of Bo Qiao while sleeping. He skillfully got under the quilt and hooked his hand at Bo Qiao: "Come on."

Bo Qiao knew he couldn't be persuaded, so he went in.

Song Yuhe stretched out his hands and feet to Bo Qiao's body, leaned against his chest and listened to the slow heartbeat, the drowsiness from just taking the medicine soon came up, and he fell asleep with even breathing after a while.

Bo Qiao stretched out his arms to turn off the bedside lamp, but just as he touched the switch, he glimpsed a cryptic note pasted next to the switch with two words written on it.

【test】

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao turned off the light with a blank face.

Song Guanxing had expected that Song Yuhe would run to Bo Qiao's room to sleep in the middle of the night, and was very angry, but he couldn't do anything to stop him, so he could only go back to sleep angrily.

After seeing Song Yan Xiangjiu, Bo Qiao continued to study INC, and with the results of Song Yuhe's simulation of the data in the bionic human program, the research progress has almost taken a qualitative leap.

Song Yuhe was also soaking in the laboratory all day long—either at the Song Corporation or at Pucun. His enthusiasm for work made Song Guanxing, a domineering president, feel ashamed.

After working so hard for half a month, it was finally Bo Qiao's birthday.

Song Yuhe has never been a person who cared about his appearance, and he also subconsciously felt that he was not such a good-looking person, but he was about to go to Bo Qiao's house to meet his parents, and he was so rare that he became anxious about his appearance.

After half a day, Song Yuhe was about to start a video with Bo Qiao, and asked nervously, "Am I not good-looking? Is my face too pale? Am I not looking good?"

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao thought to himself that if you are not good-looking, there will be no good-looking people in the three galaxies.

He comforted Song Yuhe patiently: "It's okay, you really look good, don't be too nervous."

"Speak lightly." Song Yuhe murmured softly while brushing his hair, "You were also very nervous when you went to my house."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao found that Song Yuhe was getting more and more rude to him. If he had been calling "Sir" sweetly all day long, why would he be muttering about him in front of him like now.

Song Yuhe was straightening his hair when he pulled his hand suddenly, watching helplessly as a small lock of hair was pulled out, and the black hair was more and more obvious between the snow-white fingers.

Bo Qiao was taken aback.

Song Yuhe looked at his hair blankly, and after a while he whispered, "Is the second stage coming?"

According to the condition simulated by the bionic person, Song Yuhe divided mild pain into the first level, hair loss, limb weakness and disorder, etc. were considered the second level.

Bo Qiao was taken aback, and hurried to comfort him, but Song Yuhe turned off the video quickly, probably because he was afraid that Bo Qiao would see himself turning ugly.

Bo Qiao handed over the work to Ming Te's assistant, and drove to Song's.

In the laboratory, Song Yuhe was also wearing a hat indoors. He was watching the time of the second stage, when he saw Bo Qiao coming over and looked at him in surprise: "Why are you here?"

Seeing that he seemed to be okay, Bo Qiao let out a sigh of relief, didn't say much, just smiled and said, "I'll pick you up for dinner tonight."

Song Yuhe rolled his eyes at him: "My brother said that I want to drink porridge at night, do you want to accompany me?"

Bo Qiao nodded: "Accompany you."

Song Yuhe laughed even more happily, but after a while, he expertly rushed to the bathroom, closed the door tightly, and vomited out all the food he had managed to eat at noon.

Bo Qiao was so anxious that she knocked on the door: "Xiao Zhi, Xiao Zhi!"

Song Yuhe vomited everything up, washed his face before opening the door, sickly but still smiling: "It's okay, I drank some bone soup at noon, it might be too greasy."

It's just bone broth, and generally there is no oily smell.

Two months ago, Song Yuhe could eat two buckets of popcorn in a row, but as Hera's disease became more and more serious, he can only drink porridge and nutrient solution now.

Fortunately, Song Yuhe didn't have any desire for words, but if someone else ate the tasteless white porridge and nutrient solution, he would definitely not be able to bear it.

Seeing that his face was pale, and he seemed to be unable to stand still, Bo Qiao hurriedly helped him to sit up, and didn't plan to go out for dinner: "Let's go to the hospital first."

Song Yuhe hugged Baoqiao's waist, shook his head and said sullenly: "The hospital will only let me take medicine, and torment me for nothing."

He acted coquettishly for a while, then found out the simulation data of the bionic man and showed it to Bo Qiao: "I know my own situation better than those doctors, it's just that I don't get used to it when I first entered the second stage. Just eat and get used to it."

Bo Qiao frowned: "How can I adapt to this?"

Song Yuhe knew it in his own mind, he didn't want to argue with Bo Qiao, he tugged on Bo Qiao's sleeve and said, "Tomorrow is your birthday, do you have any birthday present you want?"

Bo Qiao and him looked at each other for a long time, sighed silently, stroked his hat, and said softly: "I just want you to be well."

Song Yuhe instinctively wanted to avoid Bo Qiao's hand, but seeing that he was just touching the hat and forcing himself to relax, he pretended to be very distressed and said, "Then this wish may be a bit difficult for a while."

Bo Qiao smiled "puchi" and said, "Then when I finish researching the targeted drug, can I give you INC as a birthday present?"

Not long after Song Yuhe's birthday, he couldn't stop laughing when he heard this: "This is too precious."

Bo Qiao raised his eyebrows, and was about to say "it's not precious", when Song Yuhe pulled his tie and made him bend down, raised his head and kissed him, and said with a smile, "Let's take it as a wedding present."

Bo Qiao: "..."