Chapter 30 The Golden House Cangjiao (4)

Perhaps because she was afraid that Bo Yan would snatch her away, she ate very quickly, her cheeks bulging like a hamster, and she swept the whole big plate of breakfast into her stomach in one go.

Seeing that Bo Yan's bottle of Perrier was not finished, she sneakily took it away without pouring it into the goblet, unscrewed the bottle cap and poured it into her mouth. The carbonation goes down the esophagus, and the feeling of abundance and satisfaction is simply amazing.

Not to mention, although Bo Yan looks annoying, but the cooking is quite delicious. It is not easy to fry this kind of chicken breast to be crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, soft and juicy.

Looking up, at the other end of the long table, Bo Yan is gracefully holding the tablecloth and gently wiping the corners of his mouth.

Then he got up and put the dishes in the kitchen to wash.

Xia Siyu was too embarrassed to eat breakfast for nothing, so she got up and went to the kitchen with her own plate to wash the dishes.

Bo Yan was not polite to her either, he pushed the plate towards her, turned around and walked out.

Xia Siyu lived abroad with her mother when she was young, and she knew how to do these household chores.

When he came back from cleaning, Bo Yan had already brewed a large pot of coffee, poured himself a cup, and read the script while drinking. She glanced at it, and there was still half a pot left, so she walked away bluntly.

Bo Yan 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 are two meters away from each other and there is nothing wrong with each other, except for the sound of Bo Yan flipping the script from time to time, it is as quiet as a wasteland that no one has mined.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Wei Jingjing to come to rescue her: "I'll be there in ten minutes, I have a lot of things, come down and pick them up."

When Xia Siyu got up, Bo Yan also put down the script in his hand, and it was Song Fengzhi's voice: "Brother Bo, I'm downstairs, my things have been packed."

The two got up together and walked to their respective bedrooms together. After changing clothes and coming out, they went out together and pressed the elevator again.

Xia Siyu noticed that Bo Yan had brought a suitcase, probably going to another place. She glanced at the coffee table, the script was still on it, but she didn't bother to remind - it had nothing to do with her anyway.

The two were in the same elevator, Bo Yan was outside, she was inside, neither of them spoke, keeping a distance as much as possible.

Until a phone call broke the situation, "Is it Teacher Bo? I'm Fei'er."

Maybe it was because the underground garage was very quiet, but Xia Siyu could tell that it was Shang Feier's voice.

Bo Yan nodded: "Yeah."

"I heard that Director Wang's "The Tempest" is auditioning, and you are there. I want to try it."

Xia Siyu turned her head and glanced at him, thinking of the script he left on the coffee table. She knew that "The Tempest" was a new project of the famous director Wang Ju, and it attracted a lot of attention in the industry as soon as it came out. Qin Baizhou also wanted to help her get in touch, but in Wang Ju's play, he was the only one who picked people, not the ones who won by connections. I didn't expect Bo Yan to cooperate with him.

"You can contact by yourself." Bo Yan said, as cold as ever.

"I heard that Mr. Bo can give opinions. If I audition, please be more accommodating."

Through the phone line, Xia Siyu could hear Shang Feier's coquettish prayer.

I really didn't expect that Shang Fei'er, who was cold and arrogant in front of outsiders, would also act like a baby!

Bo Yan's brows furrowed visibly, and he was about to refuse, when suddenly, a soft body leaned over and whispered softly in his ear: "Honey, who are you talking to?"