CHAPTER 1008: CHAPTER 756: BO ZHI 7

Totally unnecessary. Can we not?

It’s too scary.

Bo Nian’s bizarre sense of aesthetics is really something to avoid.

Although Bo Nian is very beautiful, and a beauty at the private school, she’s definitely a dominant flower.

Hai Wei was so scared her face turned pale, "Sister Niannian, let’s, uh, not do this."

"Why? Are you embarrassed by me?"

Hai Wei was almost crying, looking at Bo Zhi for help, "Brother Bo Zhi, can you control her?"

Bo Zhi shrugged hopelessly, went to the fridge, took out a can of beer, opened it, took a sip, shook his head, "Weiwei, I can’t do anything here either."

Do you think your Sister Niannian is someone I can control?

Hai Wei somewhat regretted coming here with Lin Miaomiao and the others.

Bo Zhi glanced around at the few kids, curiously looked at Lin Miaomiao, "Miaomiao, where’s Zhuozhuo? Why didn’t she come?"

Lin Miaomiao gave a quick glance at the incredibly handsome Brother Bo Zhi, then tugged on Bo Jian’s sleeve.

She even hid behind Bo Jian.

Bo Zhi: "..."

Bo Jian awkwardly laughed, "Bro, maybe you’re a bit scary."

That’s a fresh assessment, it’s the first time someone told him he might be a bit scary.

But looking at the little girl’s reaction, she did seem quite scared, so Bo Zhi stepped back a few paces.

"Alright, then I’ll keep my distance."

Hai Wei wasn’t afraid of Bo Zhi, compared to Bo Nian, he preferred to hang out with Bo Zhi.

He was about to make a break for Bo Zhi when Bo Nian grabbed him by the collar, smiling brightly.

"Weiwei, where are you going?

We haven’t finished our conversation, you’re not planning to ignore me, are you?"

Hai Wei was at a loss for words but didn’t dare to argue with Bo Nian, because he would lose.

"Sister Niannian, please spare me, I don’t want you to see me."

Bo Nian frowned, "Why?"

Hai Wei, "Because Sister Niannian looks like the witch from fairy tales."

Bo Nian: "..."

Oh my, that’s fresh, it’s the first time someone said she looks like a witch.

That description is really quite interesting.

She let go of Hai Wei, her expression unchanged, "Okay, if you don’t need me to see you, then forget it."

Lin Miaomiao, seeing Bo Zhi back off, finally stepped out hesitantly.

She didn’t dare to look Bo Zhi in the eye, thinking they were too sharp.

She’s been a timid girl since she was little.

Even if her father doted on her like a treasure, she remained timid.

"Brother Bo Zhi, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to..."

Bo Zhi understood this wasn’t something Miaomiao could control, it was just a psychological issue.

"I know, no need to explain, just stand over there."

Lin Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief, then slowly said, "Zhuozhuo was taken to London by her father."

Bo Zhi was surprised, "Wasn’t her father not forgiven before?"

Aunt Mi Lu’s explanation seemed straightforward and easy to understand.

Miaomiao shook her head, "I don’t know about that, but Zhuozhuo was taken away."

"Oh, alright."

...

Five years later.

"Director Bo, since you’re here, why not have a drink?"

Bo Zhi was brought out of the lab by friends, some old acquaintances he’d known since he was young, part of the same circle.

They had known each other for a long time and occasionally gathered, though the choice of venue this time was unexpected.

He was crouched in the booth, not very interested.

He took the drink his friend handed him, clinked glasses, and took a sip.

Piano notes flowed gently throughout Cappuccino, giving the whole space an upscale and soothing vibe.

But this wasn’t a place Bo Zhi would typically frequent.

"Bo Zhi, you’ve been cooped up in the lab lately, we hardly see you, what are you all working on?"

Bo Zhi glanced over lightly, saw the curiosity on his companion’s face, and laughed softly, "Is that something I can talk about?"

The person laughed, not saying anything further.

"You’re right, it can’t be casually mentioned."

Another person leaned in, about to say something when a clear voice reached everyone’s ears.

Bo Zhi followed the light and looked over, seeing a girl on stage in a long dress standing at the floor microphone.

Her makeup was a bit heavy, with a knitted cardigan draped over her.

Slender, tall.

Someone next to him chuckled, "That’s Cappuccino’s resident singer, called Mou Wen."

Bo Zhi’s gaze paused on the girl’s face for a few seconds before looking away.

And the girl on stage seemed to feel something, glancing over as well, seeing a group of wealthy young guys.

But when her gaze shifted, she saw the outstanding Bo Zhi, and her pupils seemed to contract for a moment, but maybe not.

Bo Zhi felt the voices around him gradually receding in his mind, whether he had been involved, or untouched.