Bo Yan said, "Hmm?" and glanced back at her: "What’s wrong with your taste in n?"
Xia Siyu imdiately turned sycophantic, hugging Bo Yan’s arm and shaking it: "Of course, it’s superb. Soone as perfect as obviously has perfect taste too. Look at you, tall and handso, charming and suave, but... if you were a bit shorter, a bit uglier, and had a worse figure, I would have kicked you out long ago. How could I have kept you here?"
Bo Yan was speechless: "So, finding a husband is all about looks for you?"
Xia Siyu looked puzzled: "What else? If I ended up with an ugly guy, and later our child resembles the dad, wouldn’t people doubt I’ve had plastic surgery? That would be a huge loss for !"
Bo Yan continued to ask: "Other than thinking I look good, do I have any other advantages?"
That stumped her. Xia Siyu let go of his arm, frowning like she was facing a great injustice, occasionally scanning him from head to toe with small glances, and only after a long while said: "You wear my ’Xia Siyu Special Dog Tag’ quite well. As long as it’s communal, I’ll swap out the dog tag for another dog to take over."
Bo Yan laughed speechlessly, "Can’t you wish for sothing good for ? Are you complinting or criticizing ?"
Xia Siyu sighed: "Isn’t that good enough? Ah, right, these days, there are too many n having affairs; the rich do it, even the poor save up money just to do it. Loyalty is clearly the basic duty, yet it’s considered the most important mark of a good man. The day when won randomly go out to have fun and are called out for committing what all won have supposedly done, without getting shad, that’s when society has progressed."
Bo Yan pinched her nose: "The breakfast you ate, the coffee you drank, covering you up when you kick off the blanket at night, tidying up your ssy room — isn’t that all ? Also reading books, practicing calligraphy, helping you pick scripts, rehearsing scenes with you. Washing you, shampooing you, and massaging you before you rest. You little ungrateful one, did you forget all that?"
Xia Siyu swatted his hand away and imdiately countered: "I can order breakfast and coffee deliveries, and Wei Jingjing can help tidy up the room. You practice the scenes yourself, we’re supposed to act in the scenes together anyway. As for massaging, I’m embarrassed to even ntion — you call it a massage, but where were your hands roaming in the end? It’s even funnier about the bathing, every ti you ntion bathing it inevitably ends up... mm-hmm..."
The rest of the words were cut off as Bo Yan covered her mouth.
Abroad, Song Fengzhi wasn’t driving; the driver hadn’t arrived yet, and the driver was a local. But Song Fengzhi was also in the car. Upon hearing this, Bo Yan noticed his shoulders subtly shaking in the rearview mirror, as if he was trying very hard to hold back laughter.
Even though the driver didn’t know them, so there was no worry about things getting out to the paparazzi, such private conversations were better left unsaid.
"Ah!" Xia Siyu let out a scream and bit down on Bo Yan’s palm that was covering her mouth. Bo Yan winced in pain and had to let go. Xia Siyu was just about to say sothing to him when Bo Yan suddenly started speaking to her in English: "Is the matter between a man and woman only my business? Didn’t you enjoy it too?"
Xia Siyu considered this an opportunity to show off her foreign language skills, and it gave him an idea that from now on, they could use English to discuss these kinds of topics. He knew the driver wasn’t fluent in English, and Song Fengzhi’s English wasn’t good either. Even if he was currently listening intently, he probably wouldn’t comprehend it.
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