Chapter 882: Candid photos (2)

Wei Jingjing is a little shorter and fatter than her, and her ** are not

that big. But that’s okay. In winter, everyone looks the same after changing

clothes.

Bo Yan looked at the little red man in front of him, and instantly changed

into a black down jacket, wrapping himself tightly. Especially Wei Jingjing's

iconic woolen hat with two small pompoms, the value is integrated.

If it's normal, Xia Siyu may still have to jump up and down a couple of times,

and then proudly puffed up her small chest: "What are you looking at, haven't

you seen beautiful women's cross-dressing?"

But today, I don't know if she is tired, or because she is a bit taciturn

because of the thought of her mother.

Bo Yan didn't bother either. After all, he was on an online car-hailing

service, and he couldn't do much intimacy, but she was sitting in the back row

by the window, and he sat next to her, holding her hand. When I get back to

the hotel, I still go one by one.

And Xia Siyu went to Wei Jingjing's room first and gave Bo Yan his room card.

She stayed in Wei Jingjing's room for a while, then put on her original

clothes and returned to the room.

Perhaps after tossing on the road, Xia Siyu's mood came and went quickly, and

now he was only hungry. She kicked the shoe and saw that the high-heeled shoe

slid a graceful arc in the air and landed directly on the head of the bed.

Then she slammed it into the bed without disgust, and fell asleep directly on

the pillow. Yelling: "I'm exhausted, starved, and cold, so what do we eat?"

Bo Yan looked at her and smiled: "What do you want to eat?"

Xia Siyu buried her head in the pillow, tilted her head, and thought for a

while: "It's better to make skewers, with beer, you can go to sleep after

eating. In addition, no matter what you order, add more spicy."

This kind of supper is simply a tool for gaining weight. Bo Yan would not

usually agree, but today, he immediately went to place an order.

After ordering, he also has work to do on his side. He is coming tonight and

has to leave tomorrow afternoon, and there is still work to be done. The only

better thing than last time is that he can go a little later in the afternoon

and get a full sleep at night.

Song Fengzhi had already numbly helped him deal with things over there, and

each time the two of them had a conversation. He just wanted to shake his head

every time he saw their Jiayan brother flying far away and hurried over the

next day. He is understandable about falling in love, but for people like

their brother Yan, he is a little bit incompetent if he wants to lick the dog.

Especially, every time he flies over, he will lose some big and small affairs

on his side, and he will be half tired.

So Song Fengzhi said at the end: "Brother Yan, it’s troublesome for us to

communicate like this. Or next time you go on a date, I’ll live next to you.

If something happens, you can go around. You see, every time Miss Xia doesn’t

Do you take her assistant around? You can block the gun at critical moments.

Don't worry, I will never be your light bulb. You can go on a date without

worrying about me. I just need to deal with work in the next room. This way

the phone communication Too much trouble. And..."

Song Fengzhi paused before saying, "And you know I have never liked Xia Siyu

and her assistant very much."

His voice was a little stiff, and he was patient and reluctant to speak.

The main reason is that artists often face changes in scripts and schedule

changes. This kind of thing is indeed not clear on the phone.

Bo Yan didn't object, but just laughed: "If you have one more person, the

chance of finding it is higher?"