Best Actor Wants To Stay With Me

The thing was covered with a red cloth. It was two meters high and one meter wide. It was estimated to be heavy when a few security guards used it to move it.

Things entered through the back door of Yancheng Hotel. When they came down, they asked someone for a huge cart for moving goods in the back kitchen. They used the largest elevator for moving goods, and they were barely transported to the venue.

At the venue, it was half an hour before the banquet started, and many guests had already arrived. Fortunately, Bo Yan and Xia Siyu took the freight channel. Otherwise, they walked through the main entrance and got off the car and then walked on the red carpet. Given their current status in the entertainment industry, it is estimated that the traffic in front of the door would be paralyzed in minutes.

When the things arrived, Bo Yan paid the money and the freight, and the thing finally arrived on the floor. The security guards continued to push the thing forward. Although it was covered with red cloth, it was too big to cover it completely. It looked like a large piece of wood.

Bo Yan instructed the security to push things to the venue. All the way, a group of people were amazed, but Bo Yan was in no mood to deal with the crowds onlookers. He just turned his head: "Are you coming with me?"

Xia Siyu touched it, "Forget it, the old rules."

The "old rule" is not to attend with him, not to consider herself as a wife of the Bo family, and not to go to the Xia family to blend in.

Bo Yan nodded. Sometimes it's not for the two of them to make such things public. Behind them stood two major brokerage companies, and a team of hundreds of people circled both of them. It is not impossible for them to be happy and open at will, but not informing the team is very unprofessional and unprofessional behavior for adults.

Rushly to the public, the business endorsements, personal brand value, drama appointments, variety show appointments, and the brokerage company of the two of them have a great impact.

Now that you have turned yourself into a commodity for others to comment on, you need to be prepared to sacrifice your personal life.

If Xia Siyu likes him, even if he offends the whole industry, he must admit her and will not let her be scolded by fans.

But she didn't want to, and he wouldn't force it.

What's more, Xia Siyu's cell phone rang as soon as she walked out of the elevator door. She glanced at the sender, hesitated, and turned around: "I'll go to my side to deal with it first."

Her "over there" is naturally: her father Xia Youbiao, brother Xia Juan, and her good sister Xia Siwei are gone.

Bo Yan nodded, and the two parted ways in the back kitchen studio.

Before getting off the car, Xia Siyu had replaced her sneakers with high heels.

After separating from Bo Yan and walking around a corner, she untied the belt of the windbreaker, pulled off the windbreaker, pulled up the hat, pulled off the mask, and threw it into the trash can. Putting a windbreaker in one hand and holding a hat, the other hand tore off the hair rope, fingers interspersed in one of the black hair, and raised it casually.

There is no need to apply grease and powder to make up some color. At this time, Xia Siyu is the domineering elder sister that paparazzi daily photographs: slender body, indifferent expression, strong aura,

As if the war song started, the soldiers set off, stepping on high heels, calmly stepping on the red carpet in the hotel, and walking to the front of the lounge of the Xia family.

Inside, there was a faint voice of speaking. It could be heard that there was a middle-aged man's slightly tired voice, and a young woman's slightly flexible smile. There is also a young male voice who says a few words from time to time.

But the content of the discussion seems to have something to do with her.