Blame him for being too pretty

Bo Qiao felt that she had committed a Tai Sui recently.

Not to mention that the black history was dug out ten years ago, but his nemesis Song Guanxing was still watching the excitement.

After finally changing his life on another planet, he encountered a situation that caused him to die himself.

Going to Fu'enli was a "sacred place to avoid social death" that Bo Qiao decided after careful consideration and selection. After all, only his sister Bo Huacai knew that he was the legendary Mr. Qiao who ate three children with one bite.

Unlike in Nanhuai Star, you can bump into acquaintances wherever you go.

It took Bo Qiao a week to hand over Pucun's affairs to the special assistant, and the entry of #李先生# had already been under the control of Song Guanxing for more than 48 hours, and the trophy was almost guaranteed.

While the trophy was still delivered, Bo Qiao hurriedly packed his luggage and fled from Nanhuai Star overnight.

After getting off the flying boat and walking in the unfamiliar corridor of the flying field, Bao Qiao, who had been dead for a week, found everything pleasing to the eye.

He took a deep breath, feeling that the air in Fu'enli was much sweeter than Nanhuai Star.

Bo Qiao was full of energy and confidence.

Change the planet, stay away from social death.

A good life has just begun.

One minute later, the rare relief on his face broke down completely the moment he saw the pick-up person.

Bo Qiao was expressionless for a moment, turned around and left without even a pause.

With his long and slender legs, he rushed towards the flying boat when he was about to come and go, as if he had been chased by a wolf.

Seeing this, the staff at the airport quickly stopped him, and said softly, "Sir, this is a one-way passage."

Just as Bo Qiao was about to speak, there was a sound of life-threatening footsteps behind him, which made his back stiffen, as if he was avoiding debt.

The staff looked at his expression and asked tentatively, "Did you...have you encountered any trouble?"

Was it blackmailed?

As she spoke, she glanced back and found a young man with a delicate face running towards him holding a pick-up card. The surrounding wall lamps shone slightly towards the middle, as if they had cast a filter on him.

The staff looked at Bao Qiao with a strange face.

what do you think...

This gentleman is the one who blackmailed, right?

Bo Qiao looked up and found that the flying boat he came in had already taken off and left, so he had to thank the staff, turned around reluctantly, and walked towards the exit with his face sinking.

Song Yuhe was still chasing him, but Bo Qiao turned around again. He staggered and failed to stop the car, and passed Bao Qiao straight past, almost hitting the staff.

Seeing Bo Qiao walking forward without looking back, Song Yuhe was stunned, so he had no choice but to turn around and follow.

Looking at Song Yuhe's slender waist and long legs, his body proportions are perfect, but compared with the tall Baoqiao, he looks a little shorter.

Bo Qiao took big strides, quickly throwing Song Yuhe behind.

Song Yuhe had no choice but to tighten the belt of his schoolbag and trot forward.

He thought that Bo Qiao didn't see his pick-up card, so he raised it and shook it: "Sir, Mr. Bo Qiao, I... well, your sister asked me to pick you up."

Bo Qiao's gold-rimmed glasses were slightly reflective, and the emotion in his eyes could not be seen. He walked forward without squinting, and finally spoke in a cold tone: "Well, thank you for coming to pick me up, now you can go back."

Song Yuhe was dumbfounded: "But my sister asked me to take you back."

Bo Qiao remained silent, walked to the machine where the flight ticket was purchased, and ordered the ticket back to Nanhuai Star with a sullen face.

Song Yuhe: "Sir?"

Bo Qiao couldn't even wait for the special assistant to charter the flying boat for him, so he quickly bought the ticket back to Nanhuai Star on the machine.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't even give Song Yuhe a straight look.

For Bo Qiao, what is in front of him is not the pick-up person, but the catalyst in human form.

——the terrible catalyst that led to his complete death.

Fortunately, Bo Qiao was only 19 years old when he took over "Heart". Because his immature face did not fit Mr. Qiao's personality, the make-up artist of the production crew painted him and retouched his appearance. In addition, his appearance has long been calm and mature in the past ten years. Yuhe didn't recognize it at all.

Bo Qiao planned to stop the loss in time, stay away from this catalyst, and return to Nanhuai Star before making plans.

He was about to find the entrance of the airship when a communication came from the optical brain on his wrist.

It's Bo Huacai.

A trace of impatience appeared between Bao Qiao's brows, and he connected directly.

Bo Huacai's lazy voice came: "Have you seen Yuhe?"

Bo Qiao took a deep breath and said coldly, "Did you do it on purpose?"

"No, I really have something to leave today." Bo Huacai hastily explained, then said after a pause, "But half of it is intentional, who made me want to tell you the details of #李MR. You don't want to listen Come on, don't blame me."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Huacai said: "That child is from the Department of Bionic Mechanics of Vornli University. Tell me about you. There are so many planets in the two galaxies. Why do you have to run to Vornli? This is not a gunshot, is it?"

Bo Qiao gritted her teeth angrily: "You..."

"Let me guess, have you already bought a ticket back to Nanhuai Star?" Bo Huacai snorted like a god, "Quickly refund me, and then come back with Yuhe. Otherwise, after an hour , Mom and Dad saw the video of your acting back then."

Bo Qiao: "..."

If Song Guanxing made him die at 20%, then his parents knew about it, and the progress bar must be close to 100%.

Bo Huacai was very accurate with her own brother, and hung up the communication without waiting for Bo Qiao to say more after speaking.

Bo Qiao held on to the communication so tightly that he almost got blown up.

When he was answering the call, Song Yuhe had been obediently waiting by the side holding the pick-up card. Seeing that he finished the call, he tentatively said: "That..."

Bo Qiao finally gave him a straight look and looked at him with a complicated expression.

This boy looked cute and pretty. As far as his face was concerned, he was one of the best in the entertainment circle. There were many people coming and going in the flight field, and many people glanced at him, their eyes full of surprise and appreciation.

But in Bo Qiao's eyes, this man was like a scourge, full of malice and terror.

too frightening.

After weighing it over and over again, Bo Qiao still followed Song Yuhe reluctantly.

Song Yuhe breathed a sigh of relief when he received the person, and took Bao Qiao to the light rail ticket gate in the direction he came.

When he came back after buying the ticket at the bionic ticket gate, Bao Qiao who was standing far away suddenly frowned: "Wait, didn't you come by car?"

Song Yuhe shook his head: "I don't know how to drive."

Bo Qiao was silent for a long time, and he didn't look like he had a driver's license, so he said numbly: "So...you want to take me back by light rail?"

"Yes." Song Yuhe didn't understand why Bo Qiao's face was so repulsive, and explained to him, "Line [-], we will arrive soon."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Mr. Bo Sanqiao, the domineering president who claims to be in charge of the economic lifeline of the entire galaxy, has never taken a light rail or a bus since he was a child. Even when he sneaked to Fuenli to film a movie, he was picked up by a car from the crew.

Where did Bo Qiao suffer from this grievance, and immediately started to go to the taxi passage.

But before he turned around, he saw Song Yuhe put the card on the machine and opened the door with two beeps, and walked in three steps at a time. Still not keeping up?"

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao worked secretly, and followed with a sullen face.

Come here.

The child is still young.

Five minutes later, Bo Qiao and Song Yuhe got on the light rail car. Although the flying field station was the starting station, there were still so many passengers that there was no place to sit, so the two had to huddle in a corner.

Song Yuhe was alone when he came, and he was full of fear in his heart. When he returned, with Bao Qiao by his side, even if it was a stranger he just met, he felt a little safe.

Seeing that Bo Qiao was frowning tightly, almost sticking half of his body against the car wall to avoid physical contact with others, Song Yuhe tried to talk to him: "My name is Song Yuhe."

Bo Qiao thought to himself with a blank face, there is no one good with the surname Song.

Song Yuhe: "Did you come to play in Fu'enli, sir?"

Bo Qiao said heartily, to hide from you.

Song Yuhe asked again: "Why did you want to go back just now? Sister Huacai told me before that you would live here for a while."

Bo Qiao thought to himself, to hide from you.

Song Yuhe Dongwen asked Xiwen, Bo Qiao had no adult demeanor, his brows were tightly frowned, and "Do you think I want to talk to you?"

Song Yuhe could probably see that this person didn't like him, so he asked a few words and got no response, so he said "oh" dryly, looked down at his toes, and stopped talking.

Bo Qiao's ears were finally clean.

The commercial video was played in a loop on the light rail car, and soon it was broadcast to the perfume endorsed by actor Sheng Lin, and two girls standing not far away were talking softly while watching the commercial.

"Sheng Yingdi's being forced out of the closet this time is really too thrilling. If it wasn't for #乔先生#, he would definitely be ridiculed for many days."

"It should be, anyway, I am quite blessed for them."

"Eh? Do you know who Sheng Yingdi's other half is?"

The two spoke in a low voice, and a few key words drifted to Bo Qiao's side, which made this indifferent Boss who looked like he was thinking about important business matters instantly aroused interest, and glanced at him vaguely.

Thanks to Song Guanxing, now the entire star network is full of Mr. Qiao dementia.jpg, causing Bo Qiao to want to smash the trophy as soon as he picks up the optical brain. Over time, it will cast a shadow on the optical brain, and he will never touch it unless necessary .

In addition, he has handed over the company's affairs continuously this week, and until now he doesn't know what the wind direction on Starnet is.

The domineering president who was addicted to eating melons couldn't bear this grievance. At this time, he smelled the melons, and immediately pretended to be nonchalant while watching the advertisement while eavesdropping.

The two young ladies were still talking about Sheng Lin's other half.

Although Bo Qiao added the Shenglin Communication ID, the two seldom talk to each other, and Mr. Bo doesn't like to eat melons alone. He likes to join in the fun with everyone. The more people the better, the hotter the topic, the more energetic he eats.

Although there are many people in the light rail car, it is very quiet.

Bo Qiao strained his ears to listen to the gossip of the two young ladies, and finally heard the most important part.

"Is that person really an amateur?"

"I don't think so. She's an [-]th-line starlet whose name seems to be..."

Bo Qiao almost held his breath.

The name is... what? !

Just when the young lady opened her mouth to say the name, Song Yuhe suddenly sneezed, which made Bo Qiao's ears go numb.

Bo Qiao: "..."

After the voice passed, the two young ladies were already tired of talking about Sheng Lin, and began to talk about #楼先生# enthusiastically.

Bo Qiao's face was numb.

The refrigeration of the light rail car was turned on a little bit, Song Yuhe was wearing a thin white shirt, after sneezing, he shivered again.

Inadvertently raised his head, and found that Bo Qiao looked down at him with a cold and stern look that seemed to be eating people, Song Yuhe was slightly taken aback, and suddenly felt that this expression was inexplicably familiar.

He crossed his arms, thought for a while, and asked, "Sir, where have I seen you?"

Bo Qiao: "..."