Bo Shao don't talk about love: I am an acting school

After calming down for a while, Sang Jiuqing convinced himself, sat on the sofa and read a book for a while, and just looked up, Boluo City had already served all the food.

It's really strange to her that he can cook such a few simple home-cooked dishes.

"The TV series is finished, do you have any plans?"

Boluo City has an idea in mind, such as two people traveling together, living a two-person world or something.

"Take the variety show."

Sang Jiuqing took a sip of the porridge without looking at anyone. After struggling for so long last night, she was really tired and hungry today.

"Oh? What kind of variety show do you want?"

This Sang Jiuqing really didn't think about it, she just waited for domestic variety shows to offer her an olive branch, who knows which one she will fall in love with?

Bo Luocheng's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Domestic variety shows are too low-end, Sang Jiuqing, how about going abroad? Watching fashion shows, celebrities love to join in the fun."

Sang Jiuqing paused while holding the spoon, saying that she was not moved would be a lie. She is ashamed to say that in the past so many years, she has never been to any foreign country, she has never read any books, and her English is not good enough.

Every day she is conscious, she is struggling for food and clothing. How can she have the money to go abroad for entertainment? Now that she has some money, she has no time.

"How about you, are you going?"

"go."

Sang Jiuqing raised her eyebrows, confident and unrestrained. Although she hadn't been to any shows, the topic of fashion week grabbed the headlines every year. For celebrities, it was not only a battlefield, but also a vanity fair.

Anyone who can go to Fashion Week for a walk, will be reported by the media when they come back, boasting that there is only nothing in the sky and nothing on the earth.

But fashion week invitations are too difficult to get. Domestic female stars, she has never heard of anyone who has received invitations directly from fashion weeks, so many stars have chosen another way to cooperate with the media.

Every year during Fashion Week, 40.00% of the invitations are sent to well-known magazine media. In order to expand their topic, these magazine media will specially invite a star as a show observer, so the stars who do not receive the invitation can only look forward to I was spotted by the media.

In the past few years, Sang Rou was the fashion darling of the media, but this year, I am afraid that she is no longer able to do so.

After Sang Jiuqing left from Boluo City, she went to her own place, and when she saw the man in oversized pajamas holding noodles, she sat down calmly.

"Sister An, why don't we go abroad to watch a show."

An Hong instigated the noodle's mouth to deflate, and put down her chopsticks.

"Little ancestor, you are a good topic in China, but you are an [-]th-tier star in the international arena. I am not against you. Fashion week invitations are generally only given to female stars who have participated in Hollywood blockbusters, or Spokesperson of a well-known international luxury brand, you have to endure more."

After An Hong finished speaking, she started sucking noodles again, without giving anyone a look.

Sang Jiuqing knew that she was being despised, and suddenly she had some doubts about her previous goal. She was just a domestic actress, why didn't she take a longer view and go abroad like Su Shuiyu did.

"But Young Master Bai told me not to worry about this."

Sang Jiuqing got up and went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of fruit juice. Seeing An Hong's chopsticks stopped, her face was full of pride.

"Could it be that Master Bai still can't get an invitation letter?"

Nonsense, for people like Boluo City, it is trivial for their companies to cooperate with international luxury brands. Every year, [-]% of the invitations are sent to VIP personnel during Fashion Week, and Boluo City is one of them. It's just that people are too lazy to go.

An Hong put the bowl heavily, yes, they have thighs.

"Little ancestor, let's talk about it first. Let's not accept TV dramas and variety shows for now. We will think about it after the fashion week comes back. By the way, Mr. Bai can also quickly handle the visa issue."

An Hong completely pushed her nose on her face.

Sang Jiuqing raised her eyebrows, lowered her head and sent a message to Boluo City, and when she saw the other party's answer, she twitched her lips.

"can."

The next itinerary is decided, but the fashion week is at the end of February, and the Chinese New Year will be in a few days. During this time, everyone should be free.

The snow has been falling in the imperial capital, and until now, the scene outside is still covered with snow, illuminated by neon lights, always revealing a bit of intoxicating beauty.

It is natural to prepare new year's goods for the New Year, but the big bastards like Sang Jiuqing and An Hong really don't know what to buy, and there seems to be no such festival in memory.

So the two simply bought a few big packs of snacks and waited for the New Year. During this period, many satellite TVs wanted to invite Sang Jiuqing to the New Year's Eve party, but she refused them all.

I'm busy all year round, I can't reach that time, I'm still busy like a spinning top.

Regarding Sang Jiuqing's refusal to appear on Satellite TV, the fans felt nothing but regrets, but they also left messages asking her to eat more delicious food during the Chinese New Year.

Sang Jiuqing was cleaning the room with An Hong, when she heard the doorbell ringing, she paused. There was really no one else who could come to her at this time except Boluo City.

Sure enough, as soon as she opened the door, she was pulled out by a force, and she was hugged directly, and before she had time to react, she was pulled and dragged into the car.

"where to?"

She was used to such sudden attacks. Because the Chinese New Year was approaching, there seemed to be more pedestrians on the street, and occasionally a snowman could be seen.

Nan Shi parked the car in a downtown area, and Bo Luocheng pulled her out of the car directly.

"Sang Jiuqing, I was thinking, if I were a very ordinary person, living a nine-to-five life every day, with a pitiful salary and a mortgage payment every month, would you still be by my side like you are now? ?”

Sang Jiuqing was taken aback, whether this person has watched too many idol dramas or something.

"Nonsense, of course not."

She almost didn't hesitate, she was so angry that Bo Luocheng's liver hurt, and she immediately tightened her grip on the other party's hand.

"You don't hesitate at all?"

It's really heartless, this woman really didn't fall in love with him, but something else.

"Young Master Bai, don't you think this question is very unprofessional? When I met you, you were already in this state, rich and powerful."

Oh, strong words.

Bo Luocheng threw his wallet to Nan Shi who was on the side, touched Sang Jiuqing's body, took out the wallet and threw it to Nan Shi as well.

"Do you have cash?"

Sang Jiuqing shook her head, whoever takes cash out these days, doesn't they all pay by card.

Boluo City looked at Nan Shi who was on the side, and Nan Shi resigned to his fate and took out several hundred cash.

Boluo City put the seven hundred cash in his pocket, and looked at Sang Jiuqing and raised his eyebrows.

"Then let's experience the life of ordinary people."

Sang Jiuqing twitched the corners of her mouth. Isn't she living the life of an ordinary person all the time? Even if this person wants to understand the people's sentiments, he doesn't have to drag her along.

Bo Luocheng took out large scarves from the car, and both of them took one, covering most of their faces, and then put on hats, so no one would notice them at all.

This place is a food stall, and at night, there are all kinds of people eating, very homely snacks or barbecue.

Boluo City held Sang Jiuqing's hand, and the two of them passed by each shop one by one like ordinary couples. The atmosphere of fireworks in Yanxiang was so real.

"That's all."

Bo Luocheng pointed to the oden on the side. In fact, he didn't know what it was, but there were many people waiting at the door of the store, so the taste should not be bad.

Sang Jiuqing was left to this person tonight, so he didn't say anything, and just found a seat to sit down, while Bo Luocheng went to order food in front.

Needless to say, she quite enjoyed this feeling.

After a while, Boluo City came back, his face full of excitement.

"The store said they would give away free juice tonight, and I squeezed it myself."

He held two glasses in his hand. For some reason, Sang Jiuqing's eyes instantly became a little wet. Maybe people always feel a lot at certain times.

I took a cup and took a sip, but I didn't expect it to taste good.

When the food was served, she excitedly poked it with a toothpick, and almost burst into tears after taking a bite. It was spicy, but it was so comforting.

It was the first time for Bo Luo City to eat this kind of food, and he thought that the meatballs were not bad. When he looked up and saw Sang Jiuqing gulping down water, his brows frowned.

"If you can't eat it, don't eat it, your stomach will feel uncomfortable later."

Sang Jiuqing didn't care about this, and happily ate every bite.

Bo Luocheng was helpless, got up and went to the front desk to ask for a bowl of boiled water, rinsed what Sang Jiuqing liked in the water, and then gave it to her again.

Sang Jiuqing paused. She didn't expect Boluo City to be so careful. At the beginning, he was like an old man who needed her to curry favor with her everywhere. But since then, his behavior has become more and more like What a boyfriend should do, I was a little flustered thinking about it.

"what happened?"

Bo Luocheng was still cooking meatballs for Sang Jiuqing, when he caught a glimpse of the pale face of the other party, his eyes suddenly darkened.

"Do you feel sick to your stomach?"

With that said, he made a gesture to get up and take her to the hospital.

"No, eh? That's really not the case. I'm fine."

Sang Jiuqing broke away from his hand, lowered his head and continued poking at the contents of the bowl. Seeing that Boluo City hadn't eaten any, the panic in his heart expanded.

A man like Boluo City would probably never fail to conquer any woman. If this continues, she can't guarantee that she will not be greedy.

At a table not far from the two, several gossiping little heads had gathered together to discuss for a long time, their eyes were full of red light.

"Goddess, damn it, Sang Jiuqing, who is that little bitch next to me?"

"Young Master Bai? Isn't that right? The two of you are dating?"

Several small heads got together again.

"This matter will be kept secret in advance. Anyway, those two people, one is Young Master Bo and the other is Goddess. If they are really together, they will make it public sooner or later."

"Yeah, that's right, you can't let other people disturb them, but have you noticed that Young Master Bai is so gentle, look at those little eyes that dote on you... I feel tingly all over just looking at it~"