Best Actor Wants To Stay With Me

For the last time, her finger reached above his lips and flicked one crisply.

When her fingertips slid over the corner of Bo Yan's mouth, he held it softly. He didn't linger too much, just touched it slightly, then raised his eyes and looked at her above.

With this look up, Xia Siyu also knew what this guy was thinking.

Oops, if you want to applaud for love, just say it directly, the old man and the old wife, and what "life events" and "parent exercises" are still mentioned. It's better to continue their ancient small theater, the two or three things that the little wife and son had to say are fun.

Sure enough, Bo Yan stopped pretending now, and went straight to a showdown: "Lady, the night is dark and the wind is high, and the dew is deeper. Let's rest."

Xia Siyu's literacy level has improved by leaps and bounds after recent studies, but she deliberately pretended to be stupid: "What if I don't want to rest yet?"

Bo Yan stretched out his hands around her waist: "It doesn't matter, you can let your husband come to help you." He thought of getting up, and was held tightly by Xia Siyu. Xia Siyu was originally just leaning on him, but now she simply sat up with her hands on his shoulders, her legs like chains, wrapped around his waist, and nailed him to the carpet.

Then Xia Siyu stretched out his finger and lightly nodded his forehead: "Thirty years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, I didn't expect it to be Young Master Bo. Back then, the slave family was just a pitiful little you bullied, and now he turned over and became the master. I listen to you, don't think about it! If you dare to be disrespectful, your husband will come and clean up you."

Bo Yan couldn't laugh or cry, but continued to act: "The little lady didn't have a cousin first, then me, how come there is a husband? I want to hear, which warrior was the one who married you?"

Xia Siyu smiled triumphantly: "Then you don't know, right? My husband is a world-famous hero. He will marry me with colorful clouds when I am at the lowest level. He is called Bo Yan."

Bo Yan still wanted to turn over, but was suppressed by Xia Siyu. She smiled triumphantly: "You and my husband are really not similar at all. He is talented, understands me, and really loves me and protects me. You will only let me have children, much better than you!"

Bo Yan was both angry and funny, and couldn't help refuting: "Then I am no better than him? After all, one night husband and wife hundred days of grace, so counting, I have at least one hundred years of grace with you."

Xia Siyu also thought about it with a smile: "Tsk, if you insist, you are still a little better than him."

Bo Yan raised her neck and asked her: "Which point?"

Xia Siyu didn't say a word, put her hand on his lap, and went upstream, following the vines: "If you have to say...you still have a bit of capital. Unlike my husband, there are always two hundred days out of the house a year. see……"

This guy!

Bo Yan's pupils shrank slightly, and he wanted to turn over, but was locked up by Xia Siyu again. She lowered her head with a smile, and licked his neck: "It's not impossible to restore the old one, but this time, I have to call the shots."

Bo Yan smiled: "Okay, I will accompany you for the next month."

**

It was true. In the next month, Bo Yan did not pick up any movies, and occasionally there was a business, but he always went and returned quickly, and it would not be a few days to delay.

Soon, the Golden Olympics Awards began. However, on the day of the Golden Olympics awards awards, Bo Yan was out of town, and because Shang Feier had been told in advance that he had not won the award, he did not come to the scene at all.