Perhaps because she was afraid that Bo Yan would snatch her away, she ate very quickly, her cheeks bulging like a hamster's, and she swept the entire large plate of breakfast into her stomach in one go.
Seeing that Boyan hadn't finished the bottle of Perrier, she took it away without pouring it into the goblet, unscrewing the cap and pouring it into her mouth. The carbonic acid gas flows down the esophagus, and the feeling of abundance and satisfaction is simply wonderful.
Not to mention, although Bo Yan looks annoying, his cooking is quite delicious. It’s not easy to fry this kind of chicken breast until it’s crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, soft and juicy.
Looking 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 he got up and put all the dishes in the kitchen to clean.
Being a short-tongued person, Xia Siyu was too embarrassed to miss someone else's breakfast, so she stood up and took her own plate to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
Bo Yan was not polite to her, pushed the dinner plate towards her, turned around and walked out.
When Xia Siyu was young, she lived abroad with her mother, and she knew all these household chores.
When he came back after cleaning up, Boyan had already brewed a large pot of coffee, poured himself a cup, and read the script while drinking. She glanced at it and saw that there was still half a pot, so she walked away without ceremony.
Boyan was reading the script on the other side of the sofa, and she was playing on her mobile phone on the other side of the sofa. They were two meters apart from each other and lived peacefully. Except for the sound of Bo Yan turning the script from time to time, it was as quiet as a wasteland where no one was mining.
Fortunately, she didn't need to wait long. Wei Jingjing came to rescue her: "I'll be there in ten minutes. There are a lot of things. Come down and pick them up."
When Xia Siyu stood up, Bo Yan also put down the script in his hand. It was Song Fengzhi's voice: "Brother Bo, I'm downstairs and my things have been packed."
The two stood up together and walked to their respective bedrooms. After changing clothes and coming out, they went out together and pressed the elevator button.
Xia Siyu noticed that Boyan brought a suitcase, probably going somewhere else. She glanced at the coffee table. The script was still on it, but she didn't bother to remind her - it had nothing to do with her anyway.
The two of them were in the same elevator. Bo Yan was outside and she was inside. No one spoke and they tried to keep a distance.
Until a phone call broke the situation, "Is it Teacher Bo? I'm Fei'er."
Maybe it was because the underground garage was quiet, but Xia Siyu recognized that it was Shang Feier's voice.
Bo Yan nodded: "Yeah."
"I heard that director Wang's "The Tempest" is currently auditioning, and you are also there. I want to try it."
Xia Siyu turned to look at him and thought of the script he left on the coffee table. She knows that "The Tempest" is a new project of the famous director Wang Ju, and it has attracted much attention in the industry as soon as it came out. Qin Baizhou also wanted to help her contact him, but for Wang Zhi's role, he was the only one who picked people, not connections, so he didn't expect Bo Yan to cooperate with him.
"You can contact him yourself." Bo Yan spoke, as coldly as ever.
"I heard that Teacher Bo can give advice. Please be more accommodating if I audition."
Across the phone line, Xia Siyu could hear Shang Feier's slightly coquettish plea.
I never expected that Shang Feier, who was cold and arrogant in front of outsiders, would actually be able to act coquettishly!
Bo Yan's eyebrows wrinkled visibly. He was about to refuse when suddenly, a soft body came over and whispered softly in his ear: "My dear, who are you talking to?"
(End of chapter)