Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

Nobody wants to be friends with a prostitute's child.

That... how dirty it was.

Bo Qingyou didn't want to argue with them and continued walking forward.

Different road non-phase plan.

Zhang Haiyan looked at Bo Qingyou with suffocating anger, especially at this moment; she wished she could tear her apart.

It's absolutely disgusting.

"Alright, let's ignore her. Let's go see Xiao He's lecture!"

Remembering the purpose of her visit, a sweet smile spread across Gao Jie's proud face.

"it is good!"

Zhang Haiyan turned back again, watching Bo Qingyou's figure gradually disappear into the distance.

He gritted his teeth in resentment and then followed Gao Jie forward.

Bo Qingyou walked out of the mall and strolled around the neighborhood. Suddenly, she saw a stall on the roadside that made handmade pottery.

After thinking for a moment, Bo Qingyou paid the money and started working on it casually.

She actually wanted to make a vase, but in the end, the bottom was too wide, and the top was also too wide.

In short... in the end, Bo Qingyou still made it into a pen holder.

The top and bottom are the same size, and using clay slabs, some bamboo leaves were made and carefully pasted onto the tube.

After thinking for a moment, Bo Qingyou wrote another poem in a flamboyant style, and placed it around the pen holder.

After it was finished, I handed it to the stall owner so she could bake it.

"Girl, this is really great!"

The stall owner took it and couldn't help but praise it.

If I hadn't seen her doing it herself beside me, I would have really thought it was bought.

"It's so antique and elegant, your boyfriend will definitely love it."

The stall owner went to bake it for him, and couldn't help but praise him.

Bo Qingyou smiled and nodded.

Once it's baked, a layer of varnish is applied.

Bo Qingyou bought a nicer wooden box and carefully packed it inside.

As she closed the box, she examined it carefully one last time and felt that she had done a really good job.

Bo Qingyou packed her things and strolled around the street, casually buying two long skirts and a pair of sandals.

Finally, we found a cold drink shop, sat down, read a book, and drank a cold drink.

After looking at the time for a while, she realized it was about time and headed back to the shopping mall she had been visiting.

Xiao He's speech was not yet over, and a large number of people were gathered around him on the first floor.

Looking around at the people listening to his speech, I saw a range of ages, from four- or five-year-old girls to grandmothers around sixty.

Bo Qingyou stood leaning against the wall, suddenly finding it a little funny.

Does a male god like Xiao He even know where his charm lies? In reality, when he talks about these things, what others really care about is just his appearance.

Standing on the stage, Xiao He seemed to be able to sense Bo Qingyou watching her. With a casual glance, she noticed Bo Qingyou in the crowd.

He glanced at Bo Qingyou and saw the mischievous smile on her lips, and couldn't help but laugh as well.

It's finally over.

There were so many female fans in the crowd that the situation became somewhat out of control.

Xiao He was led into the lounge.

Seeing that he wouldn't be leaving anytime soon, Bo Qingyou headed towards his lounge.

When they got closer, there were two burly men dressed in black guarding the door.

"You can't go any further!"

She had just walked up to him when the big man responded coldly.