Hello, sweet...
So sweet...
Sweet...
...
These were the only words that floated in Tong Yan’s mind.
#What is it like to be constantly hit on by a woman#
Answer: Ecstatic and overwhelming.
Zhou Xinyan nodded, "Beautiful, let’s continue next ti."
"I’m withdrawing my investnt."
A cold voice sounded next to her ear. Bo Yimo, who had sohow appeared by her side, was wearing a white wool coat today, with a black sweater underneath. Black and white, the most classic combination. Simple clothes looked exceptionally elegant on him.
Zhou Xinyan: "There won’t be a next ti."
Bo Yimo: "Hmm."
Tong Yan: ...
As the person involved, can you not act like I’m invisible?
Today, Bo Yimo had two more scenes to shoot, and then his part would be completely finished.
To avoid delaying the day’s work, Zhou Xinyan announced that today’s scenes would officially begin filming.
Just like yesterday, both of them were in great condition today, and things progressed very smoothly.
Inside the room.
Zhu Sichen sweetly leaned into his embrace, her brows and eyes filled with joy, carefully touching her belly, "Honey, do you prefer a boy or a girl?"
He curved his lips into a gentle smile, "I like both."
His hand lightly rested on her belly, conveying the little joy of becoming a father for the first ti.
At this mont, in a corner, a shadow appeared, staring directly at this scene, with eyes of black and white filled with infinite longing.
Mom, do you also really like babies?
The couple inexplicably felt a cold breeze pass by, and they looked around.
...
A car stopped at the entrance of the set.
With a black body and sleek lines, it wasn’t a popular model, making it hard to determine its brand, but it exuded an air of grandeur.
The car door opened, and a woman stepped out, approximately in her forties or fifties, with a pleasant face, calm eyes, wearing a deep purple cheongsam that wrapped around her slender waist, accentuating her curvaceous figure. Over it was draped a white fox fur shawl, which gave her a noble and elegant look.
"Is this the place?"
"Yes, madam."
They walked to the outside of the set, and the woman stood there quietly, arms crossed, watching slowly.
Unexpectedly, Little Mo’s acting is so good.
The scene ended.
The woman suddenly spoke, "Little Mo."
Bo Yimo looked up, "Mother."
"Little Mo, seeing co over, you aren’t at all surprised, truly not cute." Mrs. Bo glanced at him, then diverted her gaze to Tong Yan, her expression fading slightly, "Is this the woman Feifei was talking about?"
Bo Yimo said calmly, "Mother, her na is Tong Yan."
Mrs. Bo frowned with a hint of disapproval, "I don’t care what her surna or given na is, Little Mo, you must always rember you are the second young master of the Bo Family, you cannot casually choose a woman."
"Recently, I visited Old Mrs. Zhan; she’s in great health."
Mrs. Bo paused, holding back her anger, "Little Mo, you’re threatening ."
He was reminding her of his lineage.
Mrs. Bo’s heart, liver, and lungs ached with anger, but after being in a prestigious family for so long, her composure was extraordinary.
"Little Mo, not only does your grandfather disapprove, so do I, and your father doesn’t know yet. If he finds out, you’re in trouble."
Bo Yimo’s eyes remained calm, "You all will agree."
After all, they were mother and son, with certain similarities in features, especially the high nose bridge, identical to Mrs. Bo’s.
Mrs. Bo’s eyes flickered, not saying a word.
The two of them standing there beca a sight, attracting the attention of many.
Tang Tian walked over, smiling, "Mrs. Bo, what a coincidence."
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