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

Seeing that Bo Yan's bottle of Perrier was not finished, she took it away with her hand, did not pour it into the goblet, unscrewed the cap and poured it into her mouth. The carbonated gas runs down the esophagus, and the feeling of abundance and satisfaction is simply amazing.

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

When I looked up, at the other end of the long table, Bo Yan was elegantly holding a tablecloth and gently wiping the corners of his mouth.

Then get up and put all the plates in the kitchen to be washed.

Eating people with short mouths, Xia Siyu was embarrassed to rub someone's breakfast in vain, took the initiative to get up, and went to the kitchen with his own dinner plate to wash the dishes.

Bo Yan didn't say anything polite to her, pushed the dinner plate to her side, turned around and walked out directly.

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

When he came back from cleaning, Bo Yan had already made a big pot of coffee, poured himself a cup, and read the script while drinking. She glanced at it, and there was still half a pot, so she walked away 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 to do, except for the sound of Bo Yan turning the script from time to time, and it is quiet like a wasteland that no one has mined.

Fortunately, she didn't have to wait long, Wei Jingjing came to rescue her: "I still have ten minutes to arrive, there are a lot of things, you come down and pick it up." ”

When Xia Siyu got up, Bo Yan also put down the script in his hand, which was a voice from Song Fengzhi: "Brother Bo, I'm downstairs, and my things have been packed." ”

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

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

The two were in the same elevator, Bo Yan was outside, she was inside, no one spoke, and tried to keep a distance.

Until a phone call broke the situation, "Is it Mr. Bo? I'm Fei'er." ”

Maybe it's because the underground garage is quiet, anyway, Xia Siyu can hear that this is Shang Fei'er'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 to look at him and thought of the script he left on the coffee table. "The Tempest" she knows is a new project of the famous director Wang Ju, and it has attracted a lot of attention in the industry as soon as it comes out. Qin Baizhou also wanted to help her get in touch, but Wang Ju's play was only picked by him, and he didn't rely on relationships to win it, so he didn't expect Bo Yan to cooperate with him.

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

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

Through the phone line, Xia Siyu could hear Shang Fei'er's slightly coquettish pleading.

I really didn't expect that Shang Fei'er was cold and arrogant in front of outsiders, and she turned out to be coquettish!

Bo Yan's eyebrows wrinkled visibly, and he was about to refuse, when suddenly, a soft body leaned over and whispered softly in his ear: "Honey, who are you talking to?"