"Bo Film Emperor, are you ever going to speak up? Your own Plague God is claiming she wrote ’Voicing Love’? Spreading such a lie, does she aim for the heavens? Your Plague God girl..."
Xie Cheng’s words were abruptly cut off by Bo Yan, who suddenly lifted his gaze to look at him, instantly silencing him, with everything stuck in his throat.
All he could do was complain in his heart.
Damn, this can’t be true; I must be hallucinating!
This Plague God, a pampered third-generation rich kid, since when could she handle such technical skills? Why had he never heard of this? Moreover, judging from the tone of the phone call she just had, it seemed that ’Voicing Love’ wasn’t even a song that was close to her heart.
Bo Yan didn’t give Xie Cheng any sort of response, instead staring at Yuran as she went back into the room, for quite a while. After the military training, she didn’t seem to have tanned, still looking fresh and delicate.
It was just that her whole aura seemed to have changed, can a person really change so much in such a short time?
And what he had just heard...
Bo Yan frowned, "Check it out!"
Xie Cheng was still immersed in his own doubts and was momentarily stunned when he heard Bo Yan’s command. Then, in astonishment, he said, "What did you just say? Bo Film Emperor, my hearing isn’t great, would you mind repeating that?"
Bo Yan’s cold and deep gaze fell upon him, making Xie Cheng feel like he had a fishbone caught in his throat, not daring to utter another word of nonsense. He really feared his own film emperor, who had a particularly nasty temperament.
He hurried off without choosing his path, "I got it, I got it, I’ll go check immediately, check everything clear and understandable, clear and understandable!"
With that, he quickly left.
Bo Yan still stood in place, his eyes dark and deep. After a long while, he finally took a step towards home.
In the dining room, dinner was already set. He glanced around and saw Yuran coming out of the kitchen with two plates of vegetables. The table was full of a variety of dishes, specially prepared for her, he knew very well how much his mother liked this girl.
He indifferently glanced at the girl, washed his hands in the restroom, and only then sat down at the table. The two didn’t interact during the meal. Yuran was aware of Bo Yan’s dislike for her, and she had no intention of warming someone’s cold shoulder, so she quietly ate, occasionally helping Bo’s mother serve some dishes.
On the contrary, Bo’s mother seemed surprised to see her son back home, "Eh, Xiaoqi, didn’t you say you had a shoot and wouldn’t be back? What brings you home?"
Yuran felt like laughing. It was her own home, yet she had to face questioning upon returning. Hmm, she wondered what kind of emotion that was.
Bo Yan casually glanced over her face and responded expressionlessly, "Something came up suddenly that required my attention. The weather’s bad, and we can’t shoot. I’ll take a break for a couple of days and come back to keep you company!"
Bo’s mother didn’t believe a word of it.
Although her own parents-in-law had gone to Xiangshan and weren’t at home, and her husband couldn’t return from the military, she knew her son’s temperament well—he was definitely not the understanding type.
Bo’s mother merely asked out of casual interest, without any intention of probing further, and soon turned to stuff Yuran with a chopstick full of sweet and sour pork ribs, asking with concern, "Baby, how’s school? Is there anything that’s making you unhappy?"
Bo Yan subconsciously looked at Yuran. Usually, at this point, Yuran would take the opportunity to have the Bo Family resolve her issues. His eyes already held a trace of mockery, but Yuran pretended not to see it and casually laughed, "No worries, godmother, I’m doing quite well!"
"Really?" Bo’s mother was somewhat skeptical. When Yuran had come in from outside earlier, her expression seemed troubled.