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

Bo Luocheng stopped talking, stretched out his fingertips and rubbed his temples, it seemed that every time this topic was involved, it would be very heavy.

At this time, footsteps sounded outside the house again, this voice was just like that person's, serious and dull.

Bo Song's eyebrows and eyes are very quiet, his eyes are as deep as an ancient well, his nose bridge is high, his facial features are grand, he is dressed in a simple suit, and he has a pair of black leather shoes on his feet. When he comes, the air in this room seems to be a little quieter.

"You still know how to come back?"

With a light voice, he glanced at the person sitting on the sofa, slowly took off his coat, and handed it to the butler beside him.

Tang Chunru's face was stained with anger, and he took the pillow beside him and threw it at the majestic man.

"Bo Song, let me tell you, no matter how much you don't want to see him, he is also my son! Put on that face! Are you going to heaven?!"

The servants around were already used to this scene, they turned their heads silently, pretending not to hear the voice of Mr. being scolded, after all, he really wanted to save face.

Bai Song's face was a little cracked, he sighed, and with a step on his long legs, he walked over slowly and sat down.

"Chunru, he was spoiled by you. He has been so lawless since he was a child. Look at the boys of the Bai family, who are in business like him, and get entangled with some dubious people every day."

Boluo City silently drank tea and did not speak. Anyway, Dad will definitely lose in the end.

"Bo Song, you look down on people who are in business or something. I am such a son now, and I seldom go home because you scolded me. Are you worthy of me?"

When Tang Chunru said that, her eyes turned red again.

Bo Song immediately surrendered, feeling helpless.

"Chunru, that's not what I meant. Can you change your temper? I did it for his own good. You see, I didn't stop him in the end. I just want him to come back and see more."

"Dad, don't worry, I will definitely come back often in the future."

Bo Song didn't expect to say what was in his heart all of a sudden, he lowered his head and coughed.

"Last time your grandfather said there was a girl named Xiaoqing, what's going on, someone you like?"

Tang Chunru's heart tightened, Sang Jiuqing's family was not good, and he didn't know if this person would agree. Thinking of this surprise, did she already agree?
"I like her."

"Who is she?"

Bo Luocheng felt a little helpless between his brows, and leaned lazily on the sofa, raising his eyebrows and eyes.

"Dad, don't you care about getting married these days? Isn't it enough if I like it? Mom, don't you think so?"

Tang Chunru didn't expect her son to kick the ball at her body, she was taken aback and then nodded, yes, as long as her son likes it, it doesn't matter who she is.

Hearing what the other party said, Bai Song also knew that the girl's family background was probably not good, so he frowned. The status of the Bai family did not need to get anything through marriage, so he didn't care much about the woman's background.

"How about being a human being?"

This is what he cares about the most, at least to be atmospheric.

Boluo City thought of Sang Jiuqing, that woman was as cunning as a fox, and she didn't know whether to praise or demote. In short, she was a sensual person who had seen through the world of mortals. No matter how money-worshipping she pretended to be, no matter how vulgar she was, she couldn't conceal her true nature. shine.

"Don't worry, my eyesight is not bad, I will bring you back sometime and see you."

Sang Jiuqing was like this. He hadn't met anyone from the Bai family yet, but he had already been talking about everyone.

……

Boluo City left the old house after dinner, with a complicated look on his face all the way, looking at the retreating scenery outside the window, he suddenly missed that woman very much, even though he only left in the afternoon.

How could Nanshi not understand this person's mind, the car arrived at Sang Jiuqing's apartment in a short while.

Bo Luocheng opened the car door, said "There will be a reward when you go back" and went upstairs.

Nan Shi's eyes lit up, and he drove back in the car in a hurry.

Since Boluo City blew up Sang Jiuqing's door last time, she has always had the key to her house. After all, the person who repaired the door was found by Nan Shi himself.

Hearing the sound of the key jack in the living room, Sang Jiuqing stopped the hand holding the magazine, looked up and saw the person standing by the entrance, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

This man is really haunted.

Bo Luocheng put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked slowly step by step. It seemed that everything in this room was contaminated with his temperature and breath. This kind of Boluo City suddenly made Sang Jiuqing feel very far away.

Or apart from the body, they have always been far away.

"It's late at night, is Young Master Bai lonely again?"

Don't expect any romantic words from Sang Jiuqing's mouth.

Boluo City paused, and those sour, sweet, astringent and numb thoughts were completely scattered because of this sentence. This woman really has the ability to destroy the atmosphere.

"There is so much commotion on the Internet, you still have the heart to study male models here, Sang Jiuqing, your heart is really big."

Sang Jiuqing raised her eyebrows. When others talked about what she was doing to her, she couldn't act like a shrew and pinch them online.

"Hug~"

Sang Jiuqing stretched out her hands, with a smile on her face, her long black hair was draped lazily behind her shoulders, and her silk pajamas were slippery, half of her shoulders had already been exposed, and her white shoulders were just exposed in his sight.

She deliberately seduced him, so the tone of that word was very soft, and the soft Bo Luocheng felt a wave of heart, stretched out his hands and hugged him, and put him on his lap.

Smelling the fragrance of the other party's hair, my heart softened in a mess.

"What are you going to do online?"

Sang Jiuqing raised her eyebrows and continued to read the magazine with her head down. Her eyebrows and eyes were very quiet, completely opposite to her usual flamboyant temperament. At this moment, she looked like a little woman nestled in her husband's arms.

When did her way of getting along with Boluo City become like this?

"Don't worry about it, it won't last long."

"So confident, Sang Jiuqing, besides letting nature take its course, maybe you have other ways."

Sang Jiuqing raised his eyes and looked at the calm and attractive man, the corner of his mouth curled up, and he lay lazily in his arms.

"Then Boss, tell me, what else can I do?"

Bo Luocheng raised his eyebrows, his fingertips rubbed against the opponent's chin, and there was a slight peach color in his eyes.

"For example... if you blow the air in my ear, maybe your annoying sister will never be able to speak again."

Sang Jiuqing's heart trembled. She always felt that Boluo City was reminding her that he wanted her to know that it was easier for him to kill a person than to crush an ant, so don't try to escape.

"You killed her, what else am I playing?"

Despite the shock in his heart, Sang Jiuqing's tone was still lazy, he threw the magazine aside, and hooked his hands around the other's neck.

"It's been a long night, do we have to keep discussing these boring issues?"

Bo Luocheng supported her body, raised his brows and eyes, and chuckled lightly.

"That's what you said."

With that said, he hugged the man and walked to the bedroom.

……

When An Hong entered the house the next day, she saw the people inside and almost threw out the apples in her hand in fright. The two ancestors cook.

Sang Jiuqing sat on the sofa and turned on the computer, and there was still sympathy for Sang Rou on the Internet. Her sister played a gentle and generous kind woman who took care of other people's thoughts even though she was uncomfortable, and she, Sang Jiuqing, shouldn't exist like this The bastard in the world is a stain on the Sang family.

I have to say that her acting skills have improved a lot.

"Tsk, this woman is really tired. She is obviously a piranha, but she wants to pretend to be a white lily."

An Hong came over with the dishes, curled her lips in disgust, and saw a certain master who was watching a financial magazine, and suddenly felt that the room was much more aggressive.

Boluo City wasn't picky, he ate a few mouthfuls, and then Nan Shi drove to pick up the man, and Sang Jiuqing felt relieved after seeing off the big Buddha.

An Hong looked at the man sitting on the sofa frowning and raised his eyebrows.

"Hey, little ancestor, why are you starting to think about life today? It seems that you didn't get much trouble last night."

Sang Jiuqing was really conflicted, he hesitated for a while before taking out a cigarette, took a puff and then coughed.

"Sister An, why don't we run away?"

An Hong gave the hand holding the cup a pause.

"What are you trying to do?"

Sang Jiuqing looked at the cigarette in her hand, and suddenly thought of the scarlet and crazy eyes in Boluo City last night, and her heart trembled. She had a hunch that this man was definitely as terrifying as the most powerful bomb.

"Then what, I'm not cowardly, you don't know..."

"Okay, stop talking."

An Hong pursed her lips, and put a pile of dishes into the dishwasher in disgust. If this woman really wanted to run away, she would have cleaned it up a long time ago, so why wait until now.

After changing her clothes, Sang Jiuqing saw the redness on her neck, twitched the corners of her mouth, and took out a high-necked one to change into.

The filming of "Deep Palace" is coming to an end, Su Shuiyu really deserves to be the actor, all the shots are almost one-off, saving the crew a lot of time.

Sang Jiuqing also admired this man a little, but the corners of his mouth twitched when he thought of meeting him for the first time.

The staff in the crew looked at her a little strangely. It was because of the news on the Internet. Sang Jiuqing didn't care at all. When she entered the dressing room, she heard the voice next door and paused.

"Yunfei, that Sang Jiuqing really has a thick skin. She has been complained about like that on the Internet, yet she can come to the set so calmly. You don't know how everyone complains about her behind her back."

"She looks so superior all day long. I thought she had a great background. Sang Rou probably doesn't want to see her, but she doesn't dare to say it in front of the media."

"Okay, Gu Dan, stop talking, it's not good to be overheard."

Yun Fei persuaded in a low voice, with some worry in her tone. After all, the production crew is full of ears, and maybe a few words will reach the ears of those who care.

"What are you afraid of? What if the crew hears it? No one will tell her. Everyone wants her to make a fool of herself."

The corner of Sang Jiuqing's mouth twitched, isn't it, everyone is eager for her to make a fool of herself.

Stepping forward a few steps, he pushed open the door of the dressing room next to him, with a playful voice.

"You really need to change your assistant, that mouth is really annoying."