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Chapter 62 of 1923

Chapter 62: Drama and Life (4)

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Before going upstairs, Bo Yan held the phone.

After thinking about it, I clicked on it again. After looking at the screen

for a while, he clicked on WeChat again, and then pulled to the place where

she was talking to herself.

In fact, Xia Siyu sent him more than 100 messages, most of which were voice

messages:

"Bo Yan, you bastard, bastard!"

"Bo Yan, your uncle, can you take care of your broken fans, the old lady

provokes you and eats your rice?-No, your rice seems to really be my food.

Dogs don’t know about Shun? Come out and run for luo?"

"Hahaha, it's okay to scold it, anyway, they scolded my family, didn't my

family have you? It's really a good show, my family beat my family."

Bo Yan was holding the phone, and Xia Siyu's last sentence, "Hurry up,

husband," did not impress him much. He stayed on the word "home" for a long

time, and even the cold eyes appeared a little softer.

The elevator dinged to the floor, Bo Yan raised his head and closed the

tenderness of his eyes. The moment the door opened, I was about to put the

phone back in my pocket, and my finger accidentally touched her voice.

Then, Xia Siyu's broken gong voice floated out instantly: "Bo Yan, you

bastard..."

A trace of panic flashed in Bo Yan's eyes, and he quickly pressed the phone

off and quickly stuffed it into his pocket. When he raised his leg, his eyes

were calm, pretending that nothing had happened before, entering the house and

changing shoes.

Xia Siyu's high-heeled shoes are still kicking and throwing around. He

hesitated for a moment, bowed his head, and arranged her shoes next to his

leather shoes.

At the entrance, there is a suitcase, which should be of this kind.

There was no light on in the room, it was quiet, the curtains were not closed,

only the lights pouring from the window.

And as soon as I entered the door, I smelled a strong alcohol.

Bo Yan frowned. At first, he suspected that this guy might have been sleeping

in the bathtub again, because he was drinking too much. Does she know she will

start the phone tomorrow and join the group tomorrow? Even if she ignores all

the bad things after being drunk, she is prone to edema, and she will

definitely be swollen when taking pictures tomorrow.

He stretched out his hand, just about to turn on the light, and suddenly saw

that there seemed to be some movement on the sofa.

He reclaimed, walked inside, and walked to the sofa.

On the sofa, Xia Siyu was resting. She lay quietly on the sofa, covered with a

blanket.

Bo Yan swept his eyes, and there was a notebook on the table next to him. He

thought it was the script he threw to her last time. He just picked it up and

put it away. When he saw it, it was a schedule for a reality show.

Bo Yan put the itinerary aside. As he was about to get up and leave, the

people on the sofa moved.

Xia Siyu likes to drink, but the amount is not good, half a bottle of red wine

must be poured. She should be dreaming at this time and changed to a

comfortable sleeping position, but when she moved her body, the thin blanket

on her body fell to the ground.

Bo Yan glanced twice, and finally bent over, picked up the blanket and gently

covered her.

As soon as the blanket was put on, it seemed that the slight movement

disturbed someone who was sleeping, and she slowly opened her eyes.

It just so happened, looking at each other with the thin words covering her.

Bo Yan was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that she would wake up

suddenly at this moment, her eyes slightly dodging: "I am not..."

Unexpectedly, Xia Siyu snorted softly: "Asshole."

The expression in Bo Yan's eyes instantly cooled down. Just as he was about to

reply, Xia Siyu murmured: "Why are you here now?"