Best Actor Wants To Stay With Me

Maybe it was because she was afraid of being robbed of thin words. She ate quickly, her cheeks bulging like hamsters, and she swept a large plate of breakfast into her belly at once.

Seeing that Bo Yan hadn’t finished drinking the bottle of Paris water, she snuck away without falling into the goblet, unscrewing the bottle cap and pouring it into her mouth. The carbonic acid gas went down the esophagus, and the feeling of abundance and satisfaction was great.

Not to mention, Bo Yan looks annoying, but cooking is quite delicious. This kind of chicken breast can be fried, crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, soft and juicy, it is not easy.

Looking up, at the other end of the long table, Bo Yanzheng held the tablecloth gracefully and gently wiped the corners of his mouth.

Then he got up and put all the dishes in the kitchen for cleaning.

Eating people’s mouths is short, Xia Siyu was too embarrassed to have a breakfast in vain, and took the initiative to get up and go to the kitchen with his own plate to wash the dishes.

Bo Yan was not polite with her either, pushed the dinner plate towards her, turned around and walked out.

Xia Siyu lived abroad with her mother when she was young, and she would do all these family chores.

When he came back from cleaning, Bo Yan had already made a big pot of coffee, poured a cup by himself, and read the script while drinking. She glanced at it, and there was half a pot, so she walked along unceremoniously.

Bo Yan was reading the script on the other side of the sofa, and she was playing with her mobile phone on the other side of the sofa. Two meters apart from each other, there is nothing wrong with each other, except for the sound of thin words flipping the script from time to time, it is quiet like a wasteland that no one has exploited.

Fortunately, there is no need to wait long, Wei Jingjing came to rescue her: “I will be there in ten minutes. There is a lot of stuff. Come and pick it up.”

When Xia Siyu got up, Bo Yan also put down the script in his hand. It was Song Fengzhi’s voice: “Brother Bo, I’m downstairs, and everything is packed.”

The two got up together and walked to their respective bedrooms together. When I got out of the clothes, I went out and pressed the elevator again.

Xia Siyu noticed that Bo Yan had brought a suitcase, and he was probably going to another place. She glanced at the coffee table, the script was still on it, but she didn’t bother to remind it–it had nothing to do with her anyway.

The two of them were in the same elevator. She was in the same elevator. She was in. No one spoke. Keep your distance.

Until a phone call broke the situation, “Is it Teacher Bo? This is Mayfair.”

Maybe it’s because the underground garage is very quiet. Anyway, Xia Siyu heard that it was Shang Feier’s voice.

Bo Yan nodded: “Yeah.”

“I heard that Director Wang’s “The Tempest” is being auditioned, and you are here. I want to try it.”

Xia Siyu turned his head and glanced at him, thinking of the script he had left on the coffee table. “The Tempest”, she knows, is a new project of the famous director Wang Shi, which has attracted much attention in the industry as soon as it came out. Qin Baizhou also wanted to help her contact, but in Wang Shi’s play, only he picked people, and he didn’t win it by relationship. He didn’t expect Bo Yan to cooperate with him.

“You can contact yourself.” Bo Yan spoke, as cold as ever.

“I heard that Teacher Bo can give advice. If I audition, please be more accommodating.”

Across the phone line, Xia Siyu could hear Shang Feier’s a little coquettish pleading.

I didn’t expect that Shang Feier would act like a baby when he was cold and arrogant in front of outsiders!

Bo Yan’s brows wrinkled with naked eyes. He was about to refuse. Suddenly, a soft body leaned over and whispered gently in his ear: “My dear, who are you talking to?”