Chapter 11 Chapter 11 Boss Qiao is suitable for blue

"Eyes?" Tan Du pushed up his glasses, seemingly not understanding. "What's wrong with your eyes?"

"Very red."

Crispy Smiling Tiger wouldn't be allergic to dog hair, right?

Qiao Zhuo grabbed the pillow and shrank back. He had just taken a shower and was not as scraggly as usual. Under the light, his features looked handsome, and his round eyes were slightly wide open, as if he had encountered a scammer. His alert look was somewhat similar to the blanket.

"Nothing." Tan Du laughed. "I was checking accounts during the day and overused my eyes."

"Oh." Qiao Zhuo glanced at his watch.

Tan Du said tactfully, "Then I'll be leaving first."

Qiao Zhuoyi glanced at the TV screen and said, "No."

The theme of this episode of the tattoo program is scar repair. Without the relay competition system of the previous episode, the tattoo artists are obviously more at ease.

The contestants studied the shape of the scar for a while, and then drew their own drawings. The host went to interview them and asked about their ideas.

Some gave the answer directly, while others were mysterious and said that we would know the result when the time came. In the end, this contestant simply ignored everyone.

There is no shortage of arrogant people in this industry, but the reason why the last one ignored him was not really arrogance. Xiang Yuan's left and right ears are connected like a racing track. Especially when he is drawing, what others say goes through at a speed of 315 kilometers per hour without leaving even a radical.

"Scar..." Qiao Zhuo muttered as he touched his head on the blanket. At the beginning, Sister Song's request was for the design to be grand and majestic, and to trample the past underfoot. So he designed a phoenix that was reborn from the ashes.

Judging from Xiang Yuan's sketch, it is a lotus platform. As always, its conservative style of being pure and unselfish implies nothing more than coexisting with pain.

Sure enough, when the complete graphics were displayed one by one, Xiang Yuan said, "Stay clean and untainted by the mud."

Qiao Zhuo snapped his fingers, startling the sleepy blanket into standing up suddenly. He quickly soothed it, "It's okay, it's okay. Go back to sleep."

This show is a real live broadcast, a solid four hours long.

There is a machine next to each contestant to record the process of their tattooing on fake skin with simulated scars. In theory, fake skin is only used for tattoo practice and is quite different from real skin. It is not challenging for experienced tattoo artists and is even a bit offensive, which has been criticized by many viewers.

But there is no way, the recruited volunteers have to be reserved for the semi-finals and finals. If they want to fully demonstrate their true level, they have to pass all the levels first.

In the end, Xiang Yuan won the third place in this issue. He obviously held back. After all, he was in a foreign country, which was someone else's territory, and a big tree attracts the wind.

There were some follow-up interviews, but Qiao Zhuo got bored watching them and fell asleep on the sofa. He was woken up by the blanket in the morning, so he fed it and took a nap. He then took it to the city in the afternoon.

"Long time no see blanket!"

As soon as I entered the pet store, the clerk greeted me enthusiastically, "You look like you've gained some weight. Hey? Brother Qiao, what's wrong with your chin?"

"It's okay," Qiao Zhuo handed over the leash. "Two hours?"

"Sorry, Brother Qiao, I'm a bit busy today. It will probably take three hours."

"Okay." Qiao Zhuo nodded.

The clerk was familiar with him and knew he was going to go swimming. He whispered, "The water in the swimming pool here is not clean recently. Brother Qiao, you should go to another one."

"Any recommendations?"

"Hmm...it's quite crowded during the summer," the clerk thought for a moment. "Oh, by the way, there's a swimming pool in the hotel behind the gymnasium. It's less crowded there, and the water is relatively clean, but you need a membership to enter..."

"Got it. Thank you."

Qiao Zhuo got up from the swimming pool at the right time, casually wiped his hair a few times and left the locker room. The hotel swimming pool was open-air, and he had to walk through a long corridor to go back. When he turned to the elevator, he always felt that the person at the door was staring at him.

When I stepped back, I saw the man quickly slip into the room.

The phone rang, and Qiao Zhuo picked it up: "Xiao Lu?"

"Boss Qiao, it's me."

"Talk about crossing? What for?"

"We're moving some things, and I wanted to ask you, are those empty cardboard boxes in the rooms on the third floor still useful?"

"No."

The pet shop sent a message and Qiao Zhuoyi hung up the phone in a hurry.

Every time the blanket is taken care of in the pet shop, its appearance will be improved by several degrees. The dog also knows this. In order to maintain its handsomeness, its paws refuse to let go of the door.

"Hiss, it's not the time for you to run all over the mountains and fields!" Qiao Zhuoyi picked up his master, who weighed more than 20 kilograms, and just as he stuffed him into the back seat of the car, the phone rang again.

"What's the matter?" He was a little irritated. "It's nothing valuable. Do whatever you want."

"It's me." A female voice came from the other end of the phone.

Qiao Zhuo's throat tightened, and he buried his face in the back of the blanket. He muffled "Oh" and replied, "What's wrong?"

"Is there a market on Xinjie next week?"

"Um."

The other party replied "I know" and hung up.

"Brother Zhuo? Brother Zhuo!"

"Hmm?" Qiao Zhuo raised his eyes.

"Dazed again," Xiao Luo looked at him, "Are you worried about something?"

Qiao Zhuo rubbed his face and asked, "What did you just say?"

"We're talking about the blanket!" Xiao Luo pointed at the dog on the screen and praised, "This is the kind of kid you should send to Xiaomoushu to ask if he can be a child model!"

"Oh, I can't," Qiao Zhuo said modestly, "My child is an adult now."

"Brother, you're so rude, hahaha..." Xiao Luo laughed a few times, then grabbed the hem of his clothes and said, "Brother Zhuo, that... that..."

"Let go." Qiao Zhuo kicked him.

Xiao Luo closed his eyes and shouted, "I want to ask for leave!"

"Where are you going?" Qiao Zhuo asked.

"My mom and my sister are back," Xiao Luo said, "I want to go shopping with them. I was thinking of asking you for leave tomorrow, but today's client stood me up, so... can you give me half a day off?"

"Okay, I'll give you a day and a half." Qiao Zhuo pointed at him, "Don't miss the class."

"Holy crap!" Xiao Luo shouted, "Brother Zhuo, you're the best boss in the world!"

"Get out of here!" Qiao Zhuo rubbed his ears. "It's louder than the speakers outside."

"It's still early! Brother, I have something I need your help with!"

Xiao Luo entered the small room and poked his head out after a long time. His red curly hair reached his shoulders, which looked extremely strange.

Qiao Zhuo spit out a mouthful of water: "Are you playing?!"

"Oh no," Xiao Luo made up his mind and stood straight in front of him with his hands behind his back. "My sister! She wanted to dye her hair, but my mom didn't agree. To prevent them from arguing, I thought of getting her a wig first."

Qiao Zhuoyi closed his eyes and said, "Enjoy it yourself."

Xiao Luo's eyes rolled around, and he quickly put the blue wig in his hand on his head: "Fuck, it looks good!"

"Tsk, go away." Qiao Zhuo stretched out his hand to pick it up, but was held down by Xiao Luo. "Brother, brother! Please help! Please help! It's all for the child! I'll work like a slave for you!"

The dead kid was full of strength. When Qiao Zhuo was dragged in front of the mirror, he quickly closed his eyes, and deep wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes.

"Brother, please help me try red again. My sister has a similar face shape to yours..."

Qiao Zhuo gritted his teeth and said, "This is your real purpose, right?"

Xiao Luo played dumb and said to himself, "Blue is too alluring. I think red looks better? Red makes the skin look brighter, right, brother?"

"It's you!"

"yes!"

At the same time, a voice was heard at the door. Qiao Zhuo's body stiffened and he suddenly opened his eyes. He saw Xiao Lu standing at the door in the mirror.

He let out an almost imperceptible sigh of relief, pulled off his wig and threw it to Xiao Luo, who caught it in a panic and asked Xiao Lu awkwardly what was wrong.

"We're here to return the keys." Xiao Lu chuckled.

us? !

The bruise on Qiao Zhuo's chin seemed to start to feel slightly hot.

"Blue," Tan Du's voice came through the windowsill, seeming far and near. "Boss Qiao suits blue."