After drawing blood twice, the sacrifice Xiong Xiong was a little dizzy and was carried out by Boke.

The samples were all left, and the rest of the inspection work was handed over to Lin Shu alone.

Lin Shu doesn't come to check Bo Ke's body every day, as long as Bo Ke goes out, or if there is any emotional impact, he will come here for a special trip, and he usually comes to check once or twice a month on weekdays.

The results of the examination have not yet been obtained, and even if they do, they will not come to tell her.

Sacrificial Xiong sat on the chair and shook his little feet gently, holding his face and looking at the calm and quiet young man in front of him.

Delicate and frail, such a state naturally can't go to school, so Boke studied at home.

At first, Mr. Bo hired a tutor for him, but then he thought that he didn't like people to be close, so he asked the tutor to guide him through the screen, and then he hated being noisy, and it became like this......

Boke flipped through a bunch of homework exercises assigned to him by his tutor, opened the textbook and began to study on his own.

His pen is like a god, not arrogant or impatient, volatile his obsessive-compulsive disorder, and every word is neatly and neatly comparable to that of a calligraphy master.

Sacrificial Xiong Xiong was surprised, "Brother is so powerful!" ”

It stands to reason that the Bo family saw him as so delicate, and he died one day, and for the sake of the family, he should have a normal child to be the heir.

To the surprise of everyone in the Bo family, God will open a window for you when he closes a door, and Boke has had an extraordinary intelligence since he was a child, and his memory and thinking judgment are amazing.

Autistic children are silent in their own world, without too many worries, and focus on doing what they like, so that some autistic children have outstanding intelligence.

Obviously, the Bo family won the lottery with a chance of less than ten percent, which made the Bo family do whatever it took to cure him and train him to become a talent.

Bo's parents respect his feelings and give him a comfortable atmosphere, and even though his parents are not often at home, Boke maintains a perfect relationship with them and never disappoints them in his schoolwork.

He was quiet when he was doing his homework, automatically shielding everything around him, and reaching the realm of no distractions.

The sacrifice bears had no choice but not to disturb him and stay by his side.

The air was so quiet that only the sound of pages turning and the occasional writing sound.

In order to take care of his feelings, the soundproofing effect of his room is the best in the Bo family, and it can be said that the sound of a needle falling to the ground can be heard.

Sacrificial Bear was bored and rummaged through things in his room.

It was until Boke's biological clock rang that he closed the book and looked up.

There was a maid standing at the door, she looked at the hour clock on the wall, and was pointing at half past twelve before she looked up and knocked on the door, "Young master." ”

There was a monitor in the Boke house, and after a long time, the servants became familiar with his biological clock, and hung an hour clock in the corridor for convenience.

This lunch is for two people, and it is well known in the Bo family to worship Xiong Xiong and run here.

Everyone saw that the young master didn't look disgusted, and they acquiesced.

Boke immersed himself in his daily life to get food, and when he saw more, he remembered that today's room was different, and there was a little milk baby that he had forgotten.

Looking up, his full and smooth forehead was tense.

His room was a mess, messy, with the built-in refrigerator for snacks open and open, unfinished cakes on the table, cake stains and trash on the floor!

Such a room is undoubtedly the end of the world for a person with a strong obsessive-compulsive disorder.

There was a bulge on the big bed over there, and the girl was still eating biscuits in her mouth, flipping through his art textbook and looking at the paintings on it.

Boke's eyes were fierce and irritable, and he strode forward to lift the quilt.