The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!-Chapter 680 - 677: The Golden House’s Concubine (1)

Chapter 680: Chapter 677: The Golden House’s Concubine (1)

Xia Siyu was a tiger, not a fool; her phone was fine—it was a new one Bo Yan had just replaced for her.

How could a new phone echo? She hadn’t even had a chance to throw it yet. She looked down at Bo Yan’s moments on his phone, noting that he usually only posted before going to bed at night, but today, he posted at one in the afternoon. Such a sudden switch to midday was definitely fishy.

She suspected Bo Yan had sneaked over here; after all, Han Yifan was here, and Han Yifan was in cahoots with him. Asking where she was eating or staying would have been a piece of cake to them. She asked again, “Are you still filming?”

While walking back, she kept an eye out. If Bo Yan were coming, he could only hide in the only private room on this floor. She headed back and found the room, standing at the doorway.

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Indeed, from inside the door and from her own phone, she heard Bo Yan’s voice, “Guess.”

Xia Siyu might have missed that sorry excuse for a man just now, but his sudden appearance without telling her, playing these little tricks, annoyed her. With one hand on the phone and the other on her hip, she stood at the door, “Bo Yan, get out here!”

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Instead of calling, Bo Yan simply said from inside, “Come in, it’s not convenient for me.”

Damn it, still playing games with her—did he think she was a three-year-old? Xia Siyu marched in, ready to playfully scold him, but then she saw Bo Yan wearing gloves, peeling shrimp. The lobster shells were greasy, and when he’d called her, his phone was to the side, encased in a protective cover smeared with grease.

Seeing Xia Siyu come in, he just smiled, “Come on, eat the shrimp. I’ve peeled a whole plate.”

For a foodie, the best attack is through their stomach.

Xia Siyu pouted, far from convinced, “Don’t think you can fool me with this. I’m telling you, I’m super angry!”

Having said that, she marched over in her high heels, assertively sat at the table, and picked up a prawn with her chopsticks, eating it as if to swallow her anger. One after another, she ate them, and soon, the small bowl of shrimp was empty, and her anger subsided.

Bo Yan then pulled off his gloves, wiped his fingers carefully with a wet napkin, removed his phone’s protective cover, and slipped the phone into his pocket. He poured her a cup of tea to cleanse her palate.

After drinking the tea to cleanse her palate, Xia Siyu berated him again, “You sneak over here and don’t even tell me—don’t think a small bowl of shrimp will calm me down!”

As soon as she finished speaking, Bo Yan’s fingers, holding the wet napkin, gently rubbed her cheek and corner of her mouth, wiping away the smudges. Bo Yan even smiled and said, “My wife is so beautiful.”

Xia Siyu’s face flushed in an instant, and she didn’t understand why her heart started pounding so fast. She felt like an irate balloon, seemingly ready to burst, yet with merely a poke from Bo Yan’s little finger, all her pent-up anger deflated.

“Hmph,” she still had her pride and wasn’t going to be bought off by a small bowl of shrimp, turning her head haughtily, “Who’s your wife. Don’t forget, I haven’t promised you anything.”

She spoke thus, but her eyes and the corners of her mouth were smiling, her lips curving upward. Bo Yan leaned in, wrapped his arms around her, and while Xia Siyu resisted at first, his tight embrace meant she half-heartedly stopped resisting. When Bo Yan kissed her, she even reached out to wrap her arms around his neck, reciprocating.

They kissed until they were both breathless before pulling apart, Bo Yan exclaimed, “Wife, I’ve missed you so much.”