Chapter 17 Living Together (3)

Xia Siyu was a little surprised, looking at the time, it was already six o'clock. Bo Yan finished filming at four in the afternoon, and when she went out to shoot at five, the group next door had already left. At this point in time, even tourists have been discouraged. It shouldn't be very likely that he's still here now.

But the voice of the phone call is indeed his slightly deep and magnetic tone.

Xia Siyu frowned and hesitated for a few seconds, and finally followed the voice to find it.

This is the film and television city, with specially made artificial scenery, a river, connected from the mountain, meandering through the film and television city. Weeping willows are also planted by the river, matching Taihu Lake rocks.

Xia Siyu walked along the river for a few steps, and sure enough, he saw a man leaning against a willow tree not far away, making a phone call. The man was tall and slender, and he wore black casual clothes and black shoes, which added a bit of aloofness and depth to him, without being overly restrained.

Really thin words.

It was a little far away, so she couldn't hear what Bo Yan was saying. In the occasional timbre that drifted over, he could only hear something that seemed to be smiling. But the strange thing is that the lower half of his face seems to be smiling, but his eyes are cold and calm, more like mocking. One face, two expressions, even if he smiled, he didn't see it in his eyes, but in his heart.

With the last sentence falling, he hung up the phone.

But he didn't move away or leave, he still leaned quietly under the willow tree, letting the green willows on his head flutter in the wind.

Just at this time, Xia Siyu's cell phone rang, and Bo Yan also heard this movement.

He looked back, looking at her for a moment.

The lights of the film and television city just turned on at this moment. The dim light of the street lamp came from one side, half of his figure was reflected in the soft light, and the other half was hidden under the dark night.

Bo Yan's image in the eyes of everyone has always been that of a cold and cold male god, showing no signs of emotion or anger. Because he was a university lecturer before, he has the elegance and nobility of an intellectual. Moreover, he always refuses to be tied to CP. Apart from filming, he is very low-key, and he also has a kind of taboo trait that strangers should not get close to.

But at this moment, Xia Siyu felt that the darkness hidden under the unknown night was his true thoughts. Normally, it does not show the mountains and dew, and is dormant. Once the prey walks into his hunting area, it immediately shows its sharp fangs.

Then, he stood up straight, his eyes moved slightly, and he walked towards her with his long legs.

The phone kept ringing, but Xia Siyu didn't answer it. But when Bo Yan came, she didn't hide.

As Bo Yan approached step by step, the distance between the two of them has gradually shortened, and soon, there was only three to five meters apart.

Her cell phone rang just at the moment when Bao Yan walked up to her. At this time, the film and television city has been closed to tourists, and the other filming crews also went home from work. The hustle and bustle of the day had gone, and it was quiet at this moment, as if there were only the two of them left.

Although the two of them are entertainers, they will inevitably meet in the workplace. But the last time the two met privately was on New Year's Eve, when the family had a New Year's Eve dinner. But the two of them talked less than ten sentences together, met for less than an hour, and after dinner, you get in your car, and I go my way, and they look at each other and hate each other.

But at this moment, Xia Siyu felt that Bo Yan wanted to touch her face.