Chapter 30

Maybe she was afraid of Bo Yan. She ate very fast. Her cheeks were bulging like hamsters, and she swept a large plate of breakfast into her stomach.

Looking at Bo Yan's bottle of Paris water not finished, she stealthily took it away and did not pour it into the goblet. She unscrewed the cap and poured it into her mouth. Carbonic acid gas down the esophagus, the feeling of abundance and contentment is simply wonderful.

Not to mention, although Bo Yan looks disgusting, his cooking is delicious. This kind of chicken breast can be fried crisp outside and tender inside, soft and juicy, which is not easy.

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

Then I got up and put all the plates in the kitchen for cleaning.

People eat short mouth, summer think rain also embarrassed white rub others breakfast, take the initiative to get up, carrying his plate to the kitchen, to wash the dishes.

Bo Yan is not polite to her. He pushes the plate to her and turns around and goes out.

When Xia Siyu was a child, she lived abroad with her mother. She could do all these household chores.

After cleaning, Bo Yan has made a large pot of coffee, poured a cup of coffee and read the script. She swept one eye, still have half pot, then oneself impolitely Shun walked.

Bo Yan reads the script on this side of the sofa while she plays with her mobile phone on the other side. Apart from the sound of Bo Yan flipping the script from time to time, it was as quiet as a wasteland that no one was mining.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Wei Jingjing to rescue her: "I'll be there in ten minutes. There are a lot of things. Please come down and take them."

When Xia Siyu got up, Bo Yan put down his script. It was song Fengzhi's voice: "Bo Ge, I'm downstairs. I've packed everything."

They got up and went to their respective bedrooms. When I change my clothes and come out, I go out together and press the elevator.

Xia Siyu noticed that Bo Yan took a suitcase and was supposed to go to other places. She glanced at the coffee table, the script was still on it, but she didn't bother to remind - it had nothing to do with her anyway.

Two people in the same elevator, Bo Yan outside, she in, no one spoke, try to keep a distance.

Until a phone call broke the situation, "is it Mr. Bo? I'm Phil

Maybe it's because the underground garage is very quiet. Anyway, Xia Siyu can hear that it's Shang Feier's voice.

Bo Yan nodded: "well."

"It's said that director Wang's tempest is auditioning, and you're also here. I want to have a try."

Xia Siyu looks at him and thinks of the script he left on the tea table. As she knows, "Tempest" is a new project of famous director Wang Ju, which has attracted the attention of the industry as soon as it came out. Qin Baizhou also wants to help her get in touch, but in Wang Ju's play, he is the only one who chooses people, but he doesn't win by relationship. Unexpectedly, Bo Yan wants to cooperate with him.

"You can contact yourself." Thin speech, as always cold.

"It's said that Mr. Bo can give advice. If I audition, please be more flexible."

Across the telephone line, Xia Siyu can hear Shang Feier's supplication.

I didn't expect that Shang fei'er would act coquettishly in front of outsiders!

Bo Yan's eyebrows wrinkled with naked eyes. He was about to refuse. Suddenly, a soft body leaned over and whispered in his ear: "honey, who are you talking to?"

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