Blame him for being too pretty

Song Yuhe felt very confused.

Why he just repaired a bionic person, and the people around him became strange.

Mr. Joe is down;

Lu Gaocheng looked pale as if he had seen a ghost, while Su Yu hung his head in silence.

Song Yuhe walked around Mr. Qiao for a few times, but didn't get any response, so he had to go to Lu Gaocheng and Su Yu to see if they could issue a license certificate for him, but neither of them said anything.

He was running around in a hurry, when he saw the repaired bionic man walk to the bed, looking at the breathless Mr. Ying, with tears streaming from his beautiful eyes.

Half of the audience in the live broadcast room had left, and they were all going to test whether the bionic man in "Heart" could really be repaired. Most of the rest were waiting for the results before deciding to stand in line.

After all, everything may be reversed these years, and people who eat melons are very cautious.

Although a small group of people were arguing that Song Yuhe was a liar, compared to the chaotic comments just now, it was much more harmonious.

Seeing the bionic man shed tears, some viewers are still analyzing:

[The bionic man saw Mr. Ying cry... and the painting that Song Wuqi analyzed just now, could it be? 】

[Master, I seem to have realized that the bionic person... nine out of ten really committed suicide. 】

[Suicide ghost, Song Wuqi is full of lies!The bionic man must have been designed by the production team, only you who know nothing about machinery will believe him. 】

[Is this the three views following the five senses? 】

Song Yuhe was slightly taken aback when he saw the tears of the bionic man, walked forward slowly, shook his small seal, and said, "Can you issue me a maintenance permit?"

Bionic Man: "..."

audience:"……"

For some reason, the audience, who had been trying to stay rational all this time, couldn't help but laugh when they saw his serious expression.

【Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, I thought he was moved by the bionic man's tears, did he just want a license? 】

【hhhhhhhhhh】

【I can't laugh anymore】

[Looking for a bionic person to start a license to repair a bionic person, hahahaha, you deserve to be you]

The barrage was full of "hahaha", and the atmosphere was finally harmonious because of the sand sculptures.

Bionic people also have a role in the early stage of this script. The production team put that part of the plot in the memory after solving the puzzle, but no one has successfully solved the mystery for so many years, so no one knows what the truth is.

After the bionic person is repaired, there is no corresponding response option to communicate with the player, and it automatically enters the final plot.

Seeing the silent Mr. Ying, the bionic man sat quietly by the window, staring at the sickly but still handsome face, stretched out his slender fingertips to touch, but retracted quickly.

At that moment, her system instructions seemed to flash through countless codes that were about to collapse.

In front of her is the master who will never wake up again.

Behind her is the unfinished portrait.

The director of this game is a genius, and the camera sense is wonderful - if it weren't for Mr. Qiao, this game would definitely be popular for a while.

It's just a shot, and the audience can't help but hold their breath, as if watching a sad movie.

Just when everyone was immersed in it, and even forgot to post the barrage, Song Yuhe suddenly rushed forward and grabbed the bionic man's hand tightly.

The audience was stunned, and after looking carefully, they found that the bionic man's hand was hanging over his heart, and the flowing silver on his fingertips turned into a diamond-hard blade, which could penetrate his chest only a centimeter away.

Everyone remembered Song Yuhe's most ridiculed sentence before.

"Androids are suicidal."

"Her chest wound was penetrated from the left side, and the Liuyin stabilizer was dug out forcefully. Only she can do that kind of strength and angle."

And now, without any clues at all, the android himself re-displayed for everyone how she died.

This scene was more convincing than any evidence, and those who had yelled that Song Yuhe was an idiot blushed, feeling embarrassed and guilty for a while.

[Abaaaba... I'm sorry, I'm stupid* to stand in line before I finish eating the melons. 】

[Woc!The murderer was right! 】

【Kneel down!Is he stupid or not? ! 】

[Stupid ghost, he is a genius! 】

[The bionic person has emotions, falls in love with humans, and commits suicide because he knows the death of his master.This is probably the setting of the game production team. Hey, it's very uncomfortable. I didn't expect the truth to be like this. 】

[Song Wuqi!Awesome! 】

Song Yuhe tried his best to restrain the bionic man from committing suicide again, but the "suicide" seemed to have been implanted into her neural network. Insert into the chest and destroy the "heart" again.

Human strength is no match for that of a machine. Seeing that the bionic man's hand was about to pierce his chest, a hand suddenly stretched out and pressed neatly on the off button on the back of the bionic man's neck.

The bionic man's eyes dimmed slightly, and he maintained this posture without moving.

Song Yuhe breathed a sigh of relief. Looking back, he found that the person who helped him was Mr. Qiao who had been down all the time.

I don't know why Mr. Qiao's pending response included the option to turn off the bionic man. Fortunately, the crisis has been resolved, and the audience, who were holding their breath tightly, also breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, a large number of barrages suddenly appeared on the live broadcast screen, overwhelming the entire page.

【Ah ah ah ah ah!That android! !It is really the broken silver stabilizer!There is no way to fix it! ! 】

[I endured Mr. Qiao's terrible acting skills for a full 10 minutes, woo woo woo!It's too scary. I'm going to have a nightmare tonight. Is that stupid bionic man who questioned has a repair mechanism? I'm going to kill you! 】

[It's terrible, I want to see Wu Qi's wife for a while. 】

[National Shadow really lives up to its reputation, Mr. Qiao, having you in the entertainment industry is truly remarkable. 】

[Five seven five seven!Genius!I even said before that he is not worthy of entering the research institute, it is me who is not worthy]

The people who endured Mr. Qiao's terrible acting skills have already come out of the game, crying and proving that the android's silver stabilizer has been damaged beyond repair.

Song Yuhe really repaired the stabilizer.

Looking at the dense barrage of clarifications and proofs for Song Yuhe, some people who were still waiting to see the show were numb, and they didn't know how to react for a while.

It is very easy to just move your fingers when wantonly swearing and venting your anger, but after the situation is reversed, it is difficult for many people to make a simple apology to innocent victims.

But after a while, someone still sent out a barrage weakly.

[Before I said that he is a beautiful idiot, sorry, I was too arbitrary, I apologize]

【Me too】

【Face hurts a bit】

Everything was said on the bullet screen. Song Yuhe knew nothing about the previous abuse and the current apology. He put his hand down and was about to have a few more words with Mr. Qiao, only to realize that Lu Gaocheng and Su Yu didn't know when he had disappeared.

Even the environment of the surrounding manor began to dissipate like a cloud.

Soon, the fog completely enveloped Mr. Qiao's figure.

Before, Lu Gaocheng and Su Yu had found clues that Mr. Ying died suddenly, and now the truth of the bionic suicide has been revealed, and the game is over.

The game automatically plays a montage of shots about the truth.

""I want to hug you with my cold arms. "

The android was sitting by the fireplace, eyes like glass beads reflecting the light of the fire.

No matter how warm the fire is, it can't warm the cold and hard silver.

The brush falls to the ground.

Human blood stops running.

The hard flowing silver turned into a sharp blade that took away life, and the heart was broken, and silver blood flowed out.

I love you.

want to hug you. "

***

After the game ended, the live broadcast room was also closed, and countless viewers had nowhere to vent their emotions, so they had to swarm into the star network.

The largest online media company running Starnet is called [Galaxy], because of the sudden traffic crash, the staff was shocked, thinking that some actor in the entertainment industry had come out, so they hurriedly logged in to the background.

#乔先生# The entry has reached the top of the list, and the second most popular #盛影帝出柜# several streets away.

staff member:"???"

Mr. Qiao, who is the new actor?

#乔先生# At the top of the entry is a video that has just been edited.

[Sparkling bright: #李先生##心##宋五七##流银运动器# After ten years, "Heart" has finally been cleared. I didn't expect the truth to be like this. [video]】

The comments were all hahaha, and they skyrocketed at a rapid rate, with more than 5 comments in just [-] minutes.

[Good waves, good waves: Hahahahahaha, I can see #国民影响楚先生# crashing twice in my lifetime, which is so cool! [Mr. Qiao Dementia.jpg]]

[Middle: To be fair, if you were Mr. Qiao, would you still be able to laugh?Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha】

[Mobile device online: hahahahaha Mr. Qiao himself may not have imagined that ten years later, he was once again on the top of the galaxy list hhhhh]

[Song Wuqi my wife: Five seven five seven!I directly reoreoprpr shasha]

[Severe patient in the village network: what what?what happened?Why did my Joe suddenly become number one on the hot search list?What Song Wuqi? 】

Someone quickly popularized science below:

[Song Wuqi!A little angel with a good face, beautiful and cute, and should be the only genius who can fix the Liuyin stabilizer. 】

[Yes, before, I thought that Song Wuqi's going to the research institute as an intern was really blind, but now I just want to say that Wuqi's wife is too reckless to be an intern! 】

[Five seven five seven five seven! 】

After a while, the entry of #宋五七# followed closely behind.

But because more and more people went to play "Heart" because of Song Wuqi's video, the popularity of #乔先生# has always been invincible, and it has been hahaha tens of thousands.

And the heat is getting higher and higher, and it will not go down in a short time.

***

The Nanhuai star is separated by a galaxy.

It was already late at night, but the building in Nanhuai's largest core business district was still brightly lit.

The top floor of the building is the office of the president of Pucun Pharmaceutical Group. The hour hand points to three o'clock in the morning, and the holographic video conference that lasted all day is finally coming to an end.

Seeing the holographic influences on the seats disappear one by one, the assistant came forward with a coffee.

"Mr. Bo."

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, a man was tall and tall, his suit jacket had already been taken off, he bent his curvy elbows and casually tore off the tie on his shirt, his movements were casual and natural noble.

Hearing the sound, he tilted his head slightly, and the gold-rimmed glasses on his eyes reflected a ball of light, revealing a pair of cold and sharp eyes clearly.

The person in charge of Pucun looks extremely young, as if he is not even 30 years old, but the alienated and strong temperament on his body makes people afraid to approach him.

Bo Qiao nodded lightly, his voice was indifferent and full of the majesty of being in the position for a long time, his handsome eyebrows were all indifferent, as if the whole day's endless meetings did not make him feel tired at all.

"Well, let it go."

The assistant didn't come for long, but he was still a little afraid of him, so he carefully put the coffee on the desk, turned around and was about to leave lightly.

But just as he walked to the wooden frame at the door, the ringing of the wrist communicator suddenly rang throughout the office.

assistant:"……"

The assistant was so frightened that he frantically pressed the communicator off, but accidentally touched a crystal trophy on the wooden stand with his elbow and almost fell off.

The assistant's soul was about to fly out of his throat, and he held on to the trophy in panic. Because of his movements, a logo on the wall facing the trophy was vaguely revealed, which seemed to be the trophy of [Xinghe] Network.

After the assistant held the trophy back with trembling hands, he looked at Bao Qiao with eyes that were about to cry.

Bo Qiao frowned slightly, but didn't say much, just gave him a look and asked him to go out as soon as possible.

The assistant ran out in a hurry as if he had received an amnesty.

At the door of the office, the special assistant came over, and seeing that the assistant couldn't even stand still, he asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

The assistant trembled and said, "I... I almost smashed Mr. Bo's trophy."

Special Assistant: "..."

"It's really promising. Fortunately, Mr. Bo has a good temper, otherwise you will be fired now." The special assistant looked at him faintly, "That entire wall is almost full of medals awarded by Mr. Bo since he took charge of Pucun Medicine. One of you will lose your life."

The assistant wanted to cry but had no tears: "Mr. Bo has a good temper...?"

For the kind of person who can swallow people alive with just one look, the assistant suspects that if he walks a minute late, Bo Qiao will be furious and scold him.

The special assistant patted him on the shoulder: "You have been here for too short a time, so you don't know Mr. Bo well."

The special assistant talked eloquently and listed Mr. Bo's advantages one by one.

"We, Mr. Bo! We have worked so hard to run the Pucun Group, and we can't get out of the line of fire with minor injuries."

In the office, Bo Qiao took a sip of coffee, picked up the optical computer, and saw that there were more messages in the communication list than usual, so he didn't think much about it, and clicked on the top row first.

[Director Li: As long as the funding for this drama is in place, it will definitely become a huge hit! 】

[Bo Sanqiao: Support. 】

[Broker Meng: Our artist has a professional background, Mr. Bo can rest assured. 】

[Bo Sanqiao: Support. 】

Bo Sanqiao "funded" a row, and turned off the communication software contentedly.

"We Boss! Even if the work is over, Boss will not relax in the slightest, and he will work almost every minute of his waking hours."

After Bo Qiao replied to the message, he clicked on Xinghe again.

The page was still stuck on the entry of #影帝出柜#, he refreshed it, continued to make up for the unfinished melons, and commented on the trumpet from time to time.

[Dream of being an actor: Where is the melon now?Am I missing something? 】

[Dream of being an actor: Last year, I saw Sheng Lin posting photos at that holy place for dating, so there seems to be a trace. 】

Mr. Bo finished his melon and drank half a cup of coffee contentedly.

The assistant listened to the special assistant "Our Boss" and "Our Boss" for a long time, and was about to get on the elevator when he suddenly remembered, "Ah" screamed: "I forgot!"

The special assistant was talking about "Our Boss has a cold temper", seeing him looking like a ghost, he asked in confusion, "What?"

"That trophy!" The assistant was about to cry again, "I seem to have placed the logo against the wall!"

The special assistant said "Hi" and said, "That trophy was originally placed against the wall, so don't worry about it. I heard Mr. Bo inadvertently said before that that trophy was regarded as a shame by him, and it was placed there purely to motivate myself Become even better. Ah, our Boss..."

assistant:"……"

The assistant was at a loss.

If he's not mistaken, that seems to be Galaxy's No. [-] Popularity Trophy.

According to the official response, only the relevant entries can be hung up for a full 48 hours, and they can only be obtained if they cannot be dropped once. In recent years, less than [-] people have them.

That thing is called shame?

He doesn't understand the self-esteem of rich people.

office.

Bo Qiao crossed her slender legs, yawning in a lazy posture that was not seen in front of outsiders, and went to refresh the popularity list.

Today's Xinghe didn't know why it refreshed a little slower than usual, Bo Qiao took a sip of his coffee before the popularity list was displayed.

Bo Qiao was content to continue looking for melons to eat, when his eyes suddenly stopped on the most popular entry.

#乔先生# burst