Old Madam Bo gently held Fu Yue's hand, suddenly smiled, and said, "The girl's hands are very beautiful, of course, people are also handsome." ”

Tsing Yi's drama was also stunned for a moment.

She lowered her eyes and looked at her hands, slender and well-proportioned, with ten slender fingers, as flawless as those carved from white jade.

As she spoke, Old Madam Bo took off a jasper bracelet on her wrist and put it on Fu Yue without saying anything, "When we met for the first time, I didn't have anything good to give to the girl, a bracelet is not a tribute, Miss Wen will be free in the future, are you willing to come to the Marshal's Mansion to talk to me?" ”

Fu Yue subconsciously refused, "Old lady, this is too precious." I can't stand the cold. ”

Old Madam Bo shook her head, "Eh, today is my birthday, and the drama you sang is very much to my liking, just a bracelet, and it's nothing." ”

As she spoke, Old Madam Bo also turned her head to look at Bo Sijin and said, "What do you say, how is Miss Wen's play?" ”

Everyone looked at Bo Sijin.

The man in military uniform stared at Fu Yue, with no expression on his face, and only smiled after a long time.

"Very good."

Fu Yue instinctively felt that she couldn't stay any longer, Bo Sijin was obviously interested in her, and her eyebrows were frowning, because she couldn't see clearly with oil paint on her face.

She whispered to Old Madam Bo, "Old Madam, it's time for Wen Liang to go to the stage to remove her makeup." ”

The girl wanted to remove her makeup, but Mrs. Bo couldn't stop her, she smiled and nodded: "Go." ”

This time, Bo Sijin didn't say anything, and watched Fu Yue leave without saying a word, which made Old Madam Bo a little anxious.

What does this mean?

Are you really interested in Miss Wen?

……

Fu Yue hurriedly went down, her steps were a little hurried, as if there was a ghost chasing her behind her.

Turn around.

The gentle look on the woman's face disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by an incomparably cold look, like winter frost.

It's been eight lifetimes of mold, and I've met Bo Sijin so early.

After arriving backstage, Fu Yue sat in front of her dresser, she had just finished removing the beads on her head, and her long hair like ink was scattered behind her.

She took out her makeup remover, and was about to wipe it on her face when she saw the person reflected in the mirror—

Apparently Bo Sijin.

Fu Yue's movements stopped, and then put down the makeup remover.

She didn't want Bo Sijin to see her face like Ye Chuyan, otherwise it would definitely be difficult to get out.

Fu Yue secretly scolded this dog for being more ghostly, can't you see that she hates him?!

has no eyes at all, not as gentlemanly as her little gentleman.

Thinking like this, Fu Yue couldn't help but think of a face that belonged to a man, as delicate as jade.

Those dark eyes...

She was stunned for a moment, then lowered her eyes and pursed her thin lips.

She seemed to miss him a little.

It's only been a few days since she left, and she's only known that person for a few days......

When Bo Sijin first walked into the backstage, what he saw was the woman's long inky hair, she was sitting on a stool, her long hair was almost hanging to the ground, the woman's every movement was not in a hurry, when she raised her plain white hand, it was like singing on stage and throwing her sleeves, the movement was slow, but sultry.

"Miss Wen."

Bo Sijin's voice rang out.