Best Actor Wants To Stay With Me Chapter 30: Golden House (4)

Perhaps she was afraid that Bo Yan would come and grab her. She ate quickly, her cheeks bulging like a hamster, and she swept a large plate of breakfast into her stomach at once.

Seeing that Bo Yan's bottle of Paris water was not finished, she took it away shyly, instead of pouring it into the goblet, she unscrewed the cap and poured it into her mouth. The feeling of abundance and contentment as the carbonic gas flows down the esophagus is simply amazing.

Don't say it, Bo Yan looks annoying, but it's delicious to cook. This kind of chicken breast can be fried crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, soft and juicy, and it is not easy.

Looking up, at the other end of the long table, Bo Yan was holding the tablecloth gracefully and gently wiping the corner of his mouth.

Then get up and put all the dishes in the kitchen to wash.

Eating people's mouths are short, Xia Siyu was embarrassed to rub someone's breakfast for nothing, got up and took his own plate to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Bo Yan was not polite to her either, he pushed the dinner plate to her side, turned around and walked out.

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

After cleaning and returning, Bo Yan had already made a large pot of coffee, poured a cup by himself, and watched the script while drinking. She glanced at it, and there was half a pot left, so she rudely walked away.

Bo Yan was reading the script on the sofa, and she was playing with her phone on the other. They were two meters apart from each other, except for 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's a lot of stuff, you can 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 things have been packed."

The two got up together and walked to their respective bedrooms together. After changing clothes and coming out, we went out and pressed the elevator together.

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

The two are in the same elevator, Bo Yan is outside, she is inside, no one speaks, try to keep a distance.

Until a phone call broke the situation, "Is it Teacher Bo? I'm Mayfair."

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

Bo Yan nodded: "Yes."

"I heard that Director Wang's "The Tempest" is auditioning, and you are also there. I want to try it."

Xia Siyu turned his head and glanced at him, thinking of the script he left on the coffee table. She knows that "Storm" is a new project by the famous director Wang Ju, and it has attracted much attention in the industry as soon as it came out. Qin Baizhou also wanted to help her get in touch, but in Wang Ju's play, he was the only one who picked people, not by connections. I didn't expect Bo Yan to cooperate with him.

"You can get in touch yourself." Bo Yan spoke, as cold as ever.

"I heard that Mr. Bo can give advice. If I audition, please be more accommodating."

Across the phone line, Xia Siyu could hear Shang Feier's coquettish prayer.

I didn't expect that Shang Fei'er was cold and arrogant in front of outsiders, so she would also act like a spoiled child!

Bo Yan's brows were visibly wrinkled. He was about to refuse when suddenly, a soft body leaned over and whispered softly in his ear: "Darling, who are you talking to?"