Chapter 869 Secret Photography (1)

Bo Yan put the fruit in his mouth and chewed it. It was sour and sweet. He looked at Xia Siyu again. He didn't know why. Maybe it was because of the look in her eyes at that moment. There was nostalgia, beauty, disgust, and even hatred.

For a single-celled organism like Paramecium like Xia Siyu to show such a look, it was undoubtedly related to her family. Xia Siyu had been playing with him for too long recently. She cursed all kinds of Chinese characters at will. Even he almost forgot that he grew up in Sicily when he was a child.

When Christmas came to my country, it was just a holiday for merchants to promote sales and young people to join in the fun, but it was different in the West.

Such a holiday must be a family reunion, and it is definitely a happy occasion.

Because he had mentioned her mother before, Bo Yan put down his socks this time and asked seriously: "Do you miss your mother?"

Xia Siyu looked back at him, and there was still a trace of vigilance in her eyes, but soon this vigilance disappeared instantly. She was originally aggressive, but now she looked a bit like a little girl who had lost her way. She nodded: "Yeah."

Being very close, Bo Yan could clearly hear a hint of nasal sound in her voice, a bit like sobbing.

Although Xia Siyu mentioned her mother to him, some wounds were too deep, and only a little ugly scab was exposed on the surface. He didn't dare to touch the bottom, nor could he ask easily.

He thought about it and decided to fight poison with poison. Xia Siyu was a foodie. Taking her to a good meal might relieve her pain.

Bo Yan said, "How about we go get something to eat?"

Xia Siyu turned around, she was still thinking of laughing: "Didn't you just say that I can't have midnight snacks at night? You don't let me eat too much fruit either,"

She had long been accustomed to burying her deepest emotions in her heart, and only laughing and scolding outside. So, she was able to respond to his words quickly.

Bo Yan was slapped in the face, and he also looked calm: "But I didn't eat at night. - How about going out to eat hot pot? Or Western style? After all, today is Christmas. There should be many restaurants open now, and you should be able to find Christmas packages of roast turkey and roast chicken. If you still don't want to, how about going out for a drink, drink less, just beer. Don't worry, you can drink as much as you want, I will be responsible for taking you back."

Xia Siyu changed her usual foodie nature, she thought about it and shook her head: "No."

Just like children look forward to the New Year, she did look forward to Christmas when she was a child. In addition to gifts and big meals, what she looked forward to most was the day when their family reunited. But the so-called "family reunion" is just a mirage. She has already punctured this fairy tale and naturally does not want to experience it again.

"Let's go back to the hotel and order takeout. It's so cold outside."

She was filming in Jiangnan, and the temperature was hovering around zero degrees at this time. But the south is damp and cold. Although it doesn't rain or snow, the weather in winter is gloomy and the sun is rarely seen.

Bo Yan naturally would not deliberately poke her scars, nor would he force her to say it and change it. If she didn't want to say it, he wouldn't dig into the details, leaving each other a free space. When she said she would go back to the hotel to eat takeout, he immediately nodded and called a taxi.

Before leaving, Xia Siyu cleverly took out her changed clothes from the locker of a nearby supermarket. Then she found a bathroom, changed her clothes back, and dressed like Wei Jingjing.