The villain is weak and beautiful [Quick Transmigration]

Qin Baiyi was harassed and smashed his phone in anger.

On the other side, Chu Qiao stood outside the door and knocked on the door of the address Bo Chengxi gave him with some worry.

He was worried that when he opened the door, he would see a picture of Bo Chengxi with blood in his mouth and blood dripping from his body.

When Bo Chengxi heard the sound of the door, the corners of his lips curled up, and he picked up a suit jacket from the ground - he took off the jacket when he was beating someone just now.Wearing only a T-shirt top.

"Don't talk too much to me for a while."

Before going downstairs, he still remembered to tell Xu Lanqi.

Xu Lanqi: "...huh?"

I don't know what kind of show operation I will witness later.

Bo Chengxi went downstairs and opened the door, and there were a few dirty marks on his cheeks that he wiped with his fingers.It does look like that.

Chu Qiao's eyes were fixed on the open gap, and when she looked up - Bo Chengxi was so embarrassed!

Ever since Chu Qiao met Bo Chengxi, she had never seen him in such a mess.

Especially since he was still so gloomy, his heart ached even more for a while.

Bo Chengxi's clothes were wrinkled, as if he had gone through a life-threatening escape, his body was covered with dust, and there were several dark marks on his elbows and knees.

I don't know if it was blood.

Chu Qiao twitched: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't go to the art museum with Brother Bai Yi. I also played all day, visited the snack street, the Buddha Hall, the Botanical Garden... I forgot you so much .I should have been with you. If I had been with you, these things might not have happened."

Bo Chengxi, who had been waiting for Chu Qiao to care all the time, but heard Chu Qiao talk about how he and Qin Baiyi spent today happily: "..."

But he still quickly adjusted his expression, as if he curled his lips with extreme difficulty: "It's okay....Don't think about those, just be happy. My biggest concern is whether you are okay."

Chu Qiao: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu who made me motion sickness.Almost want to go back.I'm so bad QwQ

System: [... Both of you are quite high-ranking and heartless.Only my program is the most straightforward and unscrupulous. 】

"Go up, don't stand at the door."

After waiting for a while, Bo Chengxi said: "The wind will be strong at the door in a while, and you will catch a cold."

He took the opportunity to grab Chu Qiao's hand and led him up the stairs.

The messy situation above has been cleaned up.When Chu Qiao went up, there were only a pile of desks and chairs that were overturned somehow, and a few unconscious men with scars.

"The police have been called."

Bo Chengxi said.He looks like a weak law-abiding citizen who needs the protection of the police uncle.Tong Chuqiao introduced: "This is Mr. Xu Lanqi, Master Xu. Thanks to Master Xu's help, I am safe today."

The whole process mainly relied on Bo Chengxi's coercion, temptation, torture, and torture. I was basically the same as Xu Lanqi who came here to make money: "...?"

"Master Xu is good at everything, but he doesn't like to talk."

Bo Chengxi said: "Let's thank him and leave."

Xu Lanqi: "..."

Xu Lanqi memorized an autistic character out of nowhere, but fortunately he remembered the phrase "don't talk nonsense" that Bo Chengxi told him before he went downstairs.So he simply played the role of a dumb elder brother dutifully, and smiled honestly at Chu Qiao.

Chu Qiao said sincerely and piously, "Thank you Brother Xu."

Bo Chengxi followed suit and said sincerely: "Thank you Brother Xu."

Xu Lanqi: "..."

What should I do if I suddenly feel chills down my spine.

***

After returning to Bo Chengxi's villa, Chu Qiao basically played the role of a "caregiver".

It's just that he takes care of people, but he can't take care of them anywhere.After all, he used to be a spoiled child who was held up by others all day long, and whatever he wanted was delivered to him.

In the room on the second floor, Chu Qiao was sitting beside Bo Chengxi's bed.

He hesitated for a moment, then said: "How about...Mr. Bo, let me read you a collection of poems!"

In the past, when Chu Qiao needed to rest in bed, his parents and servants took care of him like this.Fearing that he would be bored, she put many travel notes and fairy tales by Chu Qiao's bedside.

At this time, Chu Qiao naturally followed suit and copied it.

"it is good."

Bo Chengxi looked at him gently, leaning against the head of the bed, like a satiated lion who coveted something and finally got it.

"There are poems by Byron and Tagore over there."

Bo Chengxi pointed to the bookshelf and said.

"You like Byron too?"

Hearing this, Chu Qiao's eyes lit up, and she asked in surprise and surprise.

Byron and Tagore are his two favorite poets, but now times have changed, and the number of people who like to read poetry collections is not as good as before.Byron and Tagore rarely attract attention outside of textbooks.

Seeing that Bo Chengxi is also involved in Tagore and Byron at this time, Chu Qiao is like meeting a rare confidant with similar tastes to her in a foreign country.

"Yes."

Bo Chengxi smiled slightly: "I also like Byron and Tagore."

—— How else should I put it? Qin Baiyi sometimes feels that Bo Chengxi is similar to Chu Qiao.In fact, their tastes, preferences, and even some small habits are too similar.Therefore, even when there is no similarity in appearance and appearance, it still gives people a strong sense of familiarity.

Chu Qiao was very happy when she heard that Bo Chengxi also liked her favorite poet, and talked a lot.Bo Chengxi always looked at him with a slight smile.

After a while, Chu Qiao said she was tired, and she hung her neck and head on Bo Chengxi's bed like a little ostrich.

"Hey, I said I'm tired. I've been reading a collection of poems for a long time. I'm so thirsty, Mr. Bo."

Bo Chengxi: "..."

As a patient pretending to be seriously injured, Bo Chengxi had no choice but to get up temporarily.Take care of his little prince.

After all, his little prince is the one who can't stand a little bit of wronged, and he doesn't want to let him be wronged.

"I'll pour it for you. You wait here." Bo Chengxi said.

Chu Qiao poked her head curiously, watching his tall and tall figure get off the bed, walk to the table, and pour water from the glass jug.hand it to yourself.

Looking at the water that Bo Chengxi brought over, Chu Qiao lowered her head, and said a little sadly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Bo. I don't seem to be able to do anything except read poetry to you. I can't take good care of you at all."

Bo Chengxi paused, and immediately said: "...It doesn't matter."

"You are by my side, where I can see, that is the best care."

Chu Qiao was pitiful, looking at him like a small animal. "Really?"

Bo Chengxi saw the eyes of a young deer, and for a moment, he really wanted to kiss him.But he restrained himself.He only said in a low voice: "Yes."

Although Bo Chengxi was "injured", he didn't need someone to take care of him overnight.Chu Qiao read him a collection of poems for a while, and at about ten o'clock, she was ready to go back.

"Good night, Mr. Bo."

He yawned, and said goodbye to Bo Chengxi in a sleepy way: "Is there anything else you need me to bring over for you?"

Bo Chengxi smiled, the light of the orange bedside lamp fell in his eyes, looking very gentle and warm.

He said: "Can you help me send the dirty coat to the bathroom. Auntie will come to deal with it tomorrow."

"Ok."

Chu Qiao replied, "Good night then."

Bo Chengxi: "See you tomorrow."

The heavy vermilion wooden door slowly closed, and Chu Qiao walked in the corridor.He was very sleepy, rubbing his eyes as he walked.

I don't know if she was too sleepy to affect her sense of direction. Chu Qiao, who was supposed to go to the right, walked along the corridor to the last room on the left in a daze.

He forgot to put the dirty coat on his arm in the bathroom, and he didn't notice that he was going in the wrong direction.

He subconsciously grasped the doorknob and twisted it slightly——

"Click", the door is locked.

Relying on instinct, Chu Qiao fumbled in her pocket, but couldn't find the key.So he turned to the side, and subconsciously fumbled for the keys from the coat that Bo Chengxi had given him.

I found one, stuffed it into the hole in a daze, and twisted it.

...the door opens.

This was probably Bo Chengxi's most serious and unexpected mistake in history.Before leaving the house in the morning, he added the thousandth and 310th photo to the room and pocketed the key.

But he forgot to take out this crucial key when he handed over the clothes to Chu Qiao just now.

Chu Qiao rubbed her eyes and walked into the darkness in front of her.

However, unexpectedly, he did not press the familiar dome light switch at the entrance.The soft mattress placed under the window was also not found.

Chu Qiao: "...?"

He opened his eyes a little and pulled himself together.

So Chu Qiao saw many pictures of himself in various poses... on the bed.

Or sleeping, or awake playing with the mobile phone, or in a daze... There are all kinds of postures and states.

The most frightening thing is that these photos obviously did not focus on a certain period of time, but spanned a long period of time.There are far and near, and the earliest ones may be traced back to about four or five years ago.

Chu Qiao's facial features have not lost their childishness yet, and they still appear angular.

When Chu Qiao first saw it, she was taken aback for a moment.

He seemed to have seen an incredible scene, staring at these colorful photos, suspecting that he was hallucinating.

What are these...

He moved closer to have a look, and gradually, some cold air spread from the soles of his feet upwards, enveloping his whole body.

His hands and feet were a little cold, like a walking corpse, and his heart was beating extremely fast.There was a blank in my head.

For a long time, Chu Qiao restrained her instinct and fear, and slowly moved forward.

He walked up to the white wall.

Many photos of Chu Qiao are put together in one place, from various angles, with various expressions... Chu Qiao's fixed appearance is either smiling or depressed.

I don't know how the photographer did it, that is to say, Chu Qiao has traveled to so many places and experienced so many things over the years...but there is always a person who follows him, secretly paying attention to the His everything!

The most chilling thing is that these photos are posted on the wall.In the end, people used the most romantic and ambiguous rose-colored watercolor pens to connect the paintings into a heart shape.