The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Chapter 631: Chapter 628 Husband and Wife (6)
 

She hadn’t thought much of it; after all, both teams were there to assist the artists. Bo Yan trusted Song Fengzhi more, and most matters were managed by him. As for Xia Siyu’s side, Xia Siyu herself was a bit of an airhead, so it was already good enough if she didn’t make any mistakes. She even had nitroglycerin pills on hand all the time.

With Qin Baizhou away, Siyu oversaw all the small and large affairs, which she arranged in perfect order. This time too, it was probably due to some official business.

Especially since Song Fengzhi had so openly knocked on the door, audible throughout the entire courtyard, there wasn’t any privacy left.

She could only say, “Wait a moment.”

Then Wei Jingjing stood up, “It’s getting late, you should also rest early, we need to get up early tomorrow.”

Xia Siyu nodded.

Before Wei Jingjing left, her gaze swept over Bo Yan, who looked calm, holding a script in his hand, as if he was earnestly reading it, not having time to pay attention to them.

But as soon as Wei Jingjing was gone, Xia Siyu stood up, “I’m going to the restroom.”

She had hardly reached the door when Bo Yan put down the script, quickly strode forward, and pushed the room door shut with one hand. Then, with practiced ease, he pulled down and secured the door bolt.

Bowing her head and ignoring him, Xia Siyu said, “I need to go to the restroom.”

“What restroom do you need, in the hour you were talking just now, you ran off to the toilet three times,” Bo Yan knew immediately this guy was just making an excuse, not because he actually needed to go, but to avoid him.

Just as Xia Siyu turned around, Bo Yan moved in close, “Why are you ignoring me? Have I done something wrong?”

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“No, I just…” Xia Siyu lowered her gaze and didn’t meet his eyes.

“You’re lying,” Bo Yan’s intellect was crushing. He could distinguish the slightest difference in her behavior in front of him with just a glance.

But Xia Siyu didn’t want to talk, only pursing her lips and puffing up her cheeks.

It would be okay for someone else to do this, but Xia Siyu was usually the type who made noise whether there was a reason or not. The more she pouted without speaking, the more Bo Yan knew she was harboring little schemes.

But if she resented him, she wouldn’t even cast him a glance and would have left already. That she was still willing to act petulantly with him showed that, although somewhat capricious, she didn’t hate him.

Bo Yan sighed inwardly, helpless because he liked Xia Siyu. Sometimes he even felt like he treated her as if she were his daughter. This kid would insist on not leaving and moan in pretense, getting riled up at any time and anywhere, but her temper would vanish just as quickly as it came, forgetting all about it in an instant. You couldn’t even feel right about taking her seriously. By the time you’ve built up enough emotions to talk things out with her, she might have already turned the page on whatever had upset her.

“Sometimes I really wish I could just…” Bo Yan ground his teeth and uttered a hum, then swiftly lifted her and threw her onto the head of the bed.

Naturally, Xia Siyu was not pleased; she feared her heart wouldn’t be under her control, and that she might grow even fonder of Bo Yan with more contact.

“I was too tired yesterday, I don’t want to today,” Xia Siyu pushed him away, “And I took medicine, it’s very upsetting to my stomach.”

“Upsetting?” Bo Yan was momentarily taken aback. If that was her reason, it might indeed be valid. He had been a bit… reckless the previous night.

“If you don’t want to, then we won’t. I wouldn’t force you if you’re feeling unwell,” Bo Yan said, then approached and began to rub her, “Does it still hurt?”

What to do, his gentleness made her like him even more, even more than when they were intimate.