Best Actor Wants To Stay With Me

Only Bo Yan, not very surprised, the water boiled, he poured water into the teapot, poured the tea into the fair cup for tea, and then filled it with everyone present.

Brushing in the barrage:

"Xia Siyu really lived in Italy?"

"A liar, there are still people who believe in reality shows these days? Are they all made up?"

"Above, what you said is editing, this is live broadcast. No matter how fake the live broadcast is, the credibility is higher than that of a general reality show, right?"

"Look at you surprised, see how calm our teacher Bo is. Sure enough, we Bo don't like Xia and have no interest in her affairs."

"The script is well written. If it weren't for Teacher Bo to be so calm, I would almost believe it."

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In fact, after Xia Siyu interacted with people in Sicilian on the first day, some people ridiculed him at first. But soon, there are always overseas Chinese living in Sicily in China, or senior people who know Italian, and she speaks Sicilian, a dialect. And she speaks very fluently. Obviously, she is very familiar with this language, at least she has used it often in the past.

Now there is a foreign friend who claims to be her neighbor. Is this a stone hammer?

However, it is also possible that Xia Siyu deliberately let the program team cooperate with the script for her own initiative.

Pietro also sighed: "But to be precise, she is my grandmother's neighbor. At that time, she was the little girl who lived next door to my grandmother's house. Grandmother's house was in the Chinese district, the most beautiful girl in the entire Chinese district. This is Charlotte. Her mother is also very good-looking in my impression, she is so fierce and fierce..."

"Pietro." Xia Siyu interrupted him suddenly, then poured him a cup of tea, "Taste the green tea of ​​China."

Pietro nodded, took a sip and then put it down, in a foreigner's exaggerated tone: "I still like our Earl Grey tea, which is delicious with milk and sugar."

No one answered this sentence.

However, the thin words who were drinking tea next to him kept holding the teacup and would not drink it, seeming to be thinking about something.

Fortunately, Pietro does not speak Chinese, he speaks English. And his English has a little Italian accent. The English level of these guests at the scene, except for Xia Siyu, who is Bo Yan, can keep up with him, and even Zhou Weiwei, who has studied seriously in college, is a little bit misty and can only giggle.

The audience in front of the screen, even if they hear this sentence, is nothing strange. A stern mother, as for beauty-Xia Siyu looks so good-looking, her mother won't be ugly.

Pietro wasn't a jobless man either. He drank two cups of tea and ate two desserts that were not so sweet in his eyes, and got up to leave.

When leaving, it was still the old-fashioned face-to-face kiss. Xia Siyu was about to meet him, and Wang Zisu next to him whispered: "Boy, do you think this handsome European guy has a good impression of our sister Siyu."

Then there was a cold but decisive tone: "No."

Wang Zisu looked surprised: "Why?"

Bo Yan responded coldly: "He is married."

"Why, how do you know?" Wang Zisu looked puzzled.

"He brought the wedding ring, didn't you see it?" When Bo Yan said about the wedding ring, Xia Siyu stretched out his hand, and Pietro also stretched out his hand over there. As expected, none of them were brought.