Best Actor Wants To Stay With Me

Bo Yan also sprinkled the flour, and the two of them hid while sprinkling it. The whole kitchen was white. He was still short-sighted and quick-handed. When Xia Siyu wanted to turn around to grab the flour, he directly came up and circled her and pushed her to the cooking table.

The faces of Xia Siyu and Bo Yan were completely white, and the two of them could play the black and white impermanence without makeup, and the effect was leveraged.

Xia Siyu panted, coughing and smiling, while preparing to escape the opportunity: "You let me go and make dumplings, be good."

Bo Yan won't let her run away. This guy is as slippery as a fish. If you let go of her hand, the backhand is probably a handful of white noodles: "If you want to go, go together. Cooking together is also done."

After he finished speaking, he put the bag of flour a little farther away. He had a long hand, and ensured that he put it in the limit and no one could get it.

Xia Siyu looked at Bo Yan and chuckled: "Hahahaha, you are so ugly! I should take a picture to show your fans and see what you look like now."

She wiped Bo Yan's face gray, the whole face was white, and it was darker and lighter, so ugly.

Bo Yan also sneered at each other: "What do you think of your face now? If you choose to play the sketch in the future, I will choose you like this!"

Xia Siyu's eyes widened immediately: "I'm acting a sketch? What sketch shall I be acting?"

Bo Yan quickly followed up: "Of course it's Zhu Bajie carrying a beautiful wife."

Xia Siyu snorted: "This is pretty much the same."

The two of them slowed down a bit. Although Xia Siyu's face was white and gray, his eyes were still rolling. Knowing that it's useless to pretend to be pitiful, he just reached out and put his arm around his neck and said with a grin: "I don't want it, I want to eat my husband's."

Bo Yan also tried his best, put his hand on her waist, did not let her run, and did not give her a chance to play tricks: "Let's go together."

Xia Siyu smiled and came up and pecked on his lips. His lips were stained with white face, and he was suddenly ruddy by her kiss. Xia Siyu's voice was deliberately soft: "Husband, go."

Bo Yan's finger gently wiped his lips, and the color of the lips was even brighter: "This is not enough."

Xia Siyu actually knew what this guy wanted, and deliberately pretended not to know. She tilted her head and smiled slyly: "Then what do you say?"

Of course Bo Yan knew, this guy pretended not to understand. But it doesn't matter, she doesn't have to pretend that she doesn't understand, he can let her understand. Bo Yan leaned forward and kissed deeply. When he parted, his voice was a little low and hoarse: "This way... it's almost the same."

Bo Yan has been shot, how could Xia Siyu be passively beaten! She hurried forward, stretched out her hand and gently passed the sideburns of his ear, her voice was particularly charming: "Is this enough?"

Bo Yan's pupils dimmed suddenly, and he hugged her to the cooking table again, ensuring that she was sitting on the side of the table: "Then I will... start?"

Xia Siyu looked at him, and she thought she must have brought 18 layers of filters, how could she feel that she could still be handsome and handsome on such a gray face?

When Bo Yan lingered on her neck and collarbone, she still thought, when it's over, I'm afraid I drank fake wine, I actually think that the hair on the top of Bo Yan's head is so right and beautiful.

Just as her hand was about to cling to the top of his skull...