Best Actor Wants To Stay With Me

After hanging up the phone, Xia Siyu shook her fingers: "Even if you missed the Golden Olympics, there are still three domestic awards: Golden Chi in October and Golden Wings in December. Even if "The Tempest" fails to win the award, "Spring Light" still has I think I did a good job in this martial arts film directed by Ji. Even if I didn’t take it, it’s okay. I can still report it overseas."

Xia Siyu said: "And now I feel that my acting skills are improving. Although I was not bad before, but I feel better recently, and I think I can be better."

Bo Yan thought about the filming of Xia Siyu he had recently observed, and it was true. This guy is indeed full of potential. Although she didn't get any prizes in the past few years, she was completely wild, but fortunately, she is still very serious in acting. Now that she has learned theoretical knowledge and is willing to work hard, her acting skills are indeed in a stage of rapid growth. The accumulation in the past has just become a nutrient.

Bo Yan also nodded: "You can."

Xia Siyu immediately raised her chest and rolled into Bo Yan's arms: "Yes, I'll just say I'm good. Why am I so good?"

As soon as Bo Yan saw her triumphant look, if this guy was a dog, his tail would have risen to the sky. But he was happy when he looked at her, and he was happy when he looked at her. If she can win the prize, she would be even more gratified than she won the prize.

**

The night time passed quietly.

Early the next morning, Wei Jingjing knocked on the door at six o'clock, and went to open the door. Looking back, Xia Siyu wrinkled her eyebrows, rolled over, and fell down with an unhappy expression.

After Wei Jingjing came in, she didn't see Xia Siyu, she was used to it. She wanted to knock on the door, Bo Yan shook her head, Wei Jing stepped back, Bo Yan closed the bedroom door, and leaned to her ear: "Little lazy pig, get up."

Xia Siyu answered him: "Humph!"

Bo Yan said: "Jingjing is already waiting at the door."

Xia Siyu ignored it, and Bo Yan smiled: "If you don't get up, I will lift your quilt."

Xia Siyu still stayed in bed and didn't want to get up. He pulled the quilt alive and hard to prevent Bo Yan from opening: "I still have to go to work on the first day of the new year. I am really miserable. I don't want to go to work.

Bo Yan looked helpless. The key was that Wei Jingjing was still at the door. Xia Siyu and Bo Yan could not show up on the same occasion. They had to pick them up later and put on makeup separately.

It's still dark at six o'clock in the morning. Xia Siyu was too excited last night and probably slept for three or four hours. Now is the time to get dizzy.

The premiere of "The Tempest" starts at nine o'clock, and they must be there at eight thirty. It takes about an hour to drive from here to the venue. Now time is tight and there is no time to rest.

Don't talk about Wei Jingjing, Song Fengzhi's phone call came over Bo Yan. He is a man, putting on makeup is easier than Xia Siyu, but Song Fengzhi also waited downstairs to pick him up on time.

Wei Jingjing outside was mad, but after all, there were two of them in the bedroom, and Wei Jingjing did not dare to enter. No way, Bo Yan had to get close to her ear and said: "If you can't afford it, then I can only use the killer."

Xia Siyu's response was to pull the quilt up, and his little hand firmly grasped the corner of the quilt, and resolutely integrated with the bed sheet.

Bo Yan said: "You forced me...take it!"

He deliberately "hehe", then stretched out his hand and scratched the sole of her foot directly!