Best Actor Wants To Stay With Me

After Bo Yan entered the house, he looked up and saw the crooked high-heeled shoes that were kicked again.

He carried a bag when he entered the door, frowned slightly when he saw her high heels, and put the bag on the porch cabinet. I lowered my head and wanted to put the high heels, but the moment my fingers touched the high heels, they put them back.

The living room still has no lights on, only the light from the bedroom next to it.

Before he could speak, a head came out from the bedroom over there. It was Xia Siyu. She was wearing a bathrobe, wearing a hair dryer cap, and a facial mask. She should have just taken a shower.

Xia Siyu saw that he was coming back, and quickly retracted his head uninterestedly. After that, he heard the sound of the hair dryer inside, and she should be blowing her hair.

Bo Yan ignored him, he entered the door and changed his shoes, then went back to his room, changed his pajamas and came out.

He made a cup of coffee habitually, because he had already had dinner at this time, and he didn't prepare a sandwich or anything. However, he will leave early tomorrow morning, so there shouldn't be much time to do it earlier, because the goods are up late. So let Song Fengzhi buy him some very low-calorie snacks, which can satisfy his hunger without gaining weight.

Sure enough, he was sitting here drinking coffee, flipping the plastic bag and taking out a few snacks at random. Soon Xia Siyu also blew his hair and took care of his face, and poured a cup of coffee as usual. When he turned his head, he found that he was eating snacks. The body naturally rubbed over: "What are you eating? Dried bean curd? Isn't this thing very high in calories? I really envy male actors. I won't be ridiculed by the crowd if we are a little fatter like our female artists."

Bo Yan looked at her with disgust, and leaned back more and more tactically, and then gently pushed the bag in her direction.

Xia Siyu's eyes lit up and quickly took out a few snacks from the bag. For a while, afraid that he would not give it, he took a few more and piled them into a hill.

Neither of them spoke. You sit on the other side of the sofa and I'm on the other side of the sofa, two meters away.

In the recent cold winter of film and television, most of the star schedules are not as rushed as they used to be. Xia Siyu and Bo Yan had better luck with such top-flow, but the number of films that came to the door was less than in the past.

However, when Xia Siyu was holding tofu and chewing, he looked at Bo Yan. There were obviously two or three books. Looking at one of them, the director is also a cutting-edge literary film that has been popular in recent years, and he is very powerful.

Looking at my side again, it's not that I didn't look for her right now, but it was fresh and silly.

Xia Siyu is now twenty-six years old, one month away from twenty-seven. She can still rely on her face for a few years now, and when she reaches her thirty, she will face the pain of transformation.

She didn't want to be stereotyped, and she didn't want to be tied to this comfort zone for the rest of her life, otherwise she wouldn't work hard to pick up the second female of "The Tempest".

It's just that she wants to choose a breakthrough. It's one thing that she has intentions, and she has to rely on luck. Wang Zheng didn't know if there would be such an opportunity in the future.

Just as she was wandering around, the phone rang, and it seemed that the name displayed on the phone was Qin Baizhou, she directly connected: "Hey."

"Thinking about rain..."

Just said a name, the thin eyebrows on the other end of the sofa moved slightly. Xia Siyu said directly: "It's a reality show."

Qin Baizhou nodded, "Are you free? I'm downstairs in your house now."

Before the voice was over, the doorbell came.