I am a blogger with good looks, what's wrong with relying on my face to crush others?

Yan Nuo: “…”

Yan Nuo turned the steering wheel and quickly brought Fang Ke to the nearest Taikoo Li business district.

He pulled the person out of the car and insisted that Fang Ke go to the mall to buy some nice clothes, otherwise it would be too embarrassing for him to have him accompany the classmates today.

Fang Ke tried on one outfit after another while yawning. There was nothing she could do because she was too good-looking. No matter what she wore, she looked like she was walking on a fashion show.

She found that every time she came out, Yan Nuo's eyes changed.

Fang Ke finally chose a queen-like black halter dress with a suit, accessorized with a handbag, and changed into a pair of high heels. Even if the king of the world came today, he would say that she is worth 30 billion.

"Let's go with this one. It certainly won't embarrass you."

Yan Nuo put down the fashion magazine in his hand, looked at her twice, suddenly coughed uncomfortably, then quickly stood up and snapped his fingers, "Pay the bill."

Fang Ke tilted his head and said, "I don't have any money to give you. Should I keep the tag for you? You can still take it back and return it."

Yan Nuo turned around and glared at her fiercely, "I'm not that stingy, shut up."

Passing by Tiffany, Yan Nuo picked out another set of accessories for her.

Fang Ke put it on, and she looked like a rich girl since she was a child, although she thought Tiffany was a waste of money...

No one could remain sullen after being given clothes, bags and jewellery, but what Fang Ke received today was almost enough to cover half of her foreign debt.

So Fang Ke took Yan Nuo's arm with a smile on her face and said in a pinched voice, "Junior brother, you are so generous~"

Fang Ke could see with her own eyes that Yan Nuo was getting goosebumps. She laughed inwardly, thinking that since you gave me such a big gift today, I will temporarily forget about you leading your fans to engage in cyber violence.

Yes, in the original novel, Yan Nuo once vented Su Yao's anger and was asked about his relationship with the original owner Fang Ke during an entertainment program.

He deliberately said, "Oh, we're from the same school, but Senior Sister Fang is really good at having fun. She often goes to nightclubs and bars. Those rich second-generations line up to eat and date her. She changes boyfriends seven times a week. How could she notice me?"

After this episode was broadcast, Fang Ke became a scumbag who smoked, drank, went to nightclubs, and frequently had sex. Many people criticized her online, saying that she was dirty and unworthy of Yi Mohan, and even more netizens asked her to cancel the engagement and stop hurting others.

Then all kinds of inexplicable and unrelated distorted black history emerged overnight, and the original owner died socially.

As Fang Ke thought about it, he could feel a hint of anger coming out from between his teeth.

She is also someone who has had similar experiences.

Keyboard warriors often start arguing as soon as they open their eyes, confusing right and wrong, making rumors out of thin air, calling a horse a zebra, making dark interpretations, and using the Spring and Autumn style of writing as their core equipment.

No matter how strong a person's mentality is, when faced with thousands of messages criticizing him, he will doubt whether he should apologize and commit suicide.

Now she has to wait due to system restrictions. Once her favorability is built up, she will definitely have a good fight with this little brat.

Thinking of this, Fang Ke's smile became even sweeter. She hugged his arms a little tighter and leaned her whole soft body against him.

"Let's go, junior."

Yan Nuo could see that he had been kept by Su Yao for the past few years since returning to China, and he had rarely come into contact with other women, let alone a beauty of this level.

As Fang Ke leaned over, he felt a warm touch on his forearm first. Yan Nuo felt as if an electric shock ran through his body, and the back of his ears turned red.

"Fuck, stay the fuck away from me!"

he shouted hastily.

Fang Ke let go of his arm with a look of regret, "Ah... Am I not your female companion?"

The fragrance became stronger, and Yan Nuo seemed to be dizzy.

He distanced himself and suddenly strode forward, as if the person he was leaving behind was not a beauty, but a female ghost.

He fled the place in panic.

It was so strange, so strange. He might have not been in contact with other women for too long, and his heart was beating uncontrollably.

Yan Nuo took the elevator to the underground garage alone, looking very irritable.

He might have lost his mind. Su Yao only had Yi Mohan in her eyes, and it was difficult for her to pay any more attention to the rest of them.

Normally he could tolerate it, as long as he could stay with Su Yao, he would feel very happy.

But today, Su Yao got into Yi Mohan's car naturally, and the two of them were as affectionate as a formal couple. He was very unhappy. He was the third son of the Yan family, a legendary e-sports player, and worth tens of billions. Was he a despicable person?

Angry, Yan Nuo turned the car around and, intentionally or unintentionally, caught up with Fang Ke.

There is an overseas alumni gathering today. The classmates have invited him several times. Su Yao refused before, but today he wants to go for a drink.

So Yan Nuo stopped in front of Fang Ke and asked Fang Ke if he wanted to go.

Fang Ke was a huge celebrity in their school back then. There were definitely as many people who liked her as in an entire department, and even in their grade, there were many such people.

If Fang could go as his female companion today, he would also feel a sense of accomplishment.

This sense of accomplishment was very different from the one he got from Su Yao. Su Yao had a tenacity that always made him want to break through and conquer her.

What Fang Ke brought him was more of a worldly sense of accomplishment, and he knew the difference very well.

So buying clothes, bags and jewelry is nothing to Young Master Yan.

But Fang Ke's kindness to him made him feel creepy and disdainful. It was true that when people lose money, they lose all their bottom line.

Or is it just Su Yao...who never bows down to money?

Yan Nuo finished smoking a cigarette in front of the Ferrari and finally calmed down. He regretted doing this today, but he couldn't bring himself to go back to Su Yao and the others.

Fang Ke hasn't come down yet.

Yan Nuo then took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to someone, "Where is he?"

It soon showed that the message was being typed. Yan Nuo saw her typing back and forth but never sending it out, and he became angry again.

"???"

After a long moment, Fang Ke said, "Junior, 500 yuan can only buy my appearance fee, not my dignity. You left me in the mall without a word. I assume you don't need me to accompany you to the class reunion. I'm going to take the subway home."

"..."

Fang Ke: "We've known each other for such a long time. Before I leave, I really want to ask, am I a mean person?"

Yan Nuo: “…………”

Yan Nuo:???

What is this woman trying to do?

Yan Nuo put out his cigarette, took a deep breath, and transferred 5000 yuan to her, with the note: Is it enough to buy your dignity?

Fang Ke: "What do you mean?"

Yan Nuo pressed another 0 and added a turn, with the note: Is it enough?

Fang Ke: "You are really interesting."

Yan Nuo actually began to guess what she meant, and was about to consider whether to add another zero when he suddenly saw two messages appear on the screen.

【Your friend has accepted the transfer. 】

Yan Nuo: “…”

Fang Ke: "Okay, but you have to come up to pick me up. I can't find a parking spot."

Yan Nuo gritted his teeth and sent a message: "Wait."

Was he crazy? He felt relieved after taking his phone back?!

Fang Ke put away his phone, raised his eyebrows and smiled at a place in the void where a system could see him.

The second warning displayed on the system light curtain disappears.

Little B breathed a sigh of relief, "...the alarm is over."

He couldn't help but wipe away the sweat from his face. His host was really good at playing...