Best Actor Wants To Stay With Me Chapter 50: Play and Life (4)

Before going upstairs, Bo Yan was holding the phone.

Think about it, then click again. After staring at the screen for a while, she opened WeChat again, and then pulled to the side where she was talking to herself.

Actually, Xia Siyu sent him more than 100 messages, most of which were voice:

"Bo Yan, you bastard, big bastard!"

"Bo Yan, can your uncle take care of your rotten fans, my mother has provoked you to provoke you and eat your rice? - Hey, it's not right, your rice seems to be eaten by me. Dogs don't even know what to do. Are you going to release Luo Ben every day?"

"Hahaha, just scold me if I don't have anything. Anyway, they scolded my whole family. Didn't my whole family have you? It's really a good show, my family beat my own family."

Bo Yan held the mobile phone, Xia Siyu's last sentence "husband, please say something quickly" did not impress him much, but he stayed on the word "home" for a long time, and even the originally cold eyes seemed a little softer some.

The elevator reached the floor with a "ding" sound, Bo Yan raised his head, and took away the tenderness in his eyes. The moment the door opened, just as she was about to put the phone back in her pocket, her finger accidentally touched her voice.

Then, Xia Siyu's broken gong voice suddenly floated out: "Bo Yan, you bastard..."

Bo Yan's eyes rarely flashed a trace of panic, and he quickly pressed the phone off and quickly stuffed it into his pocket. When raising his leg, his eyes were calm, pretending that nothing had happened, entering the house and changing shoes.

Xia Siyu's high heels are still kicked and thrown around. He hesitated for a moment, then bowed his head, tidied up her shoes, and placed them beside his.

On this side of the entrance, there is a suitcase, which should be this one.

The room was quiet, the lights were not turned on, the curtains were not drawn, only the lights of thousands of homes poured in from the window.

And as soon as I entered the door, I smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

Bo Yan frowned. At first, he suspected that this guy might have slept in the bathtub again. It turned out that he drank too much. Does she know that she will start the phone tomorrow and join the group tomorrow? Even if she ignores all the bad things after being drunk, she is prone to edema, and her face will definitely be swollen when taking pictures tomorrow.

He stretched out his hand and was about to turn on the light when he suddenly saw that there seemed to be some movement on the sofa.

He reclaimed his hand, walked inside, and walked to the sofa.

On the sofa, Xia Siyu is resting. She lay quietly on the sofa, covered with a blanket.

Bo Yan's eyes swept away, and there was a book on the table next to him. He thought it was the script he threw to her last time.

Bo Yan put the itinerary aside. Just as he was about to get up and leave, the people on the sofa moved.

Xia Siyu likes to drink, but she is not good enough to drink half a bottle of red wine. She should be dreaming at this time, and changed to a comfortable sleeping position, but when she moved her body, the thin blanket on her body fell to the ground.

Bo Yan glanced at her, and finally bent down, picked up the blanket and gently covered her.

As soon as she put on the blanket, it seemed that this tiny movement disturbed someone who was sleeping, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Just in time, they exchanged glances with Thin Yan, who was covering her with a blanket.

Bo Yan was stunned for a moment, but she didn't expect that she would suddenly wake up at this time, her eyes slightly dodged: "I'm not..."

Unexpectedly, Xia Siyu snorted: "Bastard."

Bo Yan's eyes turned cold in an instant. Just as he was about to reply, Xia Siyu murmured again: "Why are you only here now?"