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She knew Italian, she was intimately familiar with the local customs, and there was the occasional depth in her eyes that slipped through.
Ever since they had met, she had never shown any signs that she had lived abroad, including her knowledge of Italian.
He vaguely felt that this might have something to do with Xia Siyu leaving him seven years ago. Even if it wasn’t related, it had undoubtedly left an indelible mark on her life.
Too bad, this was all for a show. If it were in private, he would definitely dig deeper.
After completing their task, Bo Yan even suggested, “How about we get a fishing license?”
Even though they didn’t need it for sea fishing tomorrow, who knew if the show crew would have such a requirement in a few days. Besides, the office just happened to be nearby, so it was on the way.
Xia Siyu did not object, and the two of them went to the institution together. But as soon as they started talking, the other party quoted seventy Euros.
Bo Yan and Xia Siyu had never imagined they would be turned away because they couldn’t afford the meager seventy Euros. It felt like having a monthly income of tens of thousands, but not being able to afford a T-shirt while shopping because they didn’t carry a cellphone or wallet.
The two left sheepishly, and at the doorway, they exchanged glances, both wearing a self-mocking wry smile.
But it was this smile that slightly eased the original stiffness between them.
On the way back, Xia Siyu was still directionally challenged, getting lost at places with many small alleys.
Just as she was about to ask for directions, Bo Yan, with a look of disdain, said, “Is your head just there to emphasize your looks or what?”
Xia Siyu flared up in a second,”What, I’m just a face to debut with!”
She was about to jump up when Bo Yan pointed to the camera crew following them.
But who was Xia Siyu? She was bold enough to deal with paparazzi with her high heels, leaving someone’s face bloodied. She was thick-skinned and not afraid of criticism or cyberbullying. Bo Yan thought he could throw a comment and run? No way!
But just as she jumped up, Bo Yan immediately stepped back, putting a finger to her forehead.
Although Xia Siyu was not short, Bo Yan was taller. Her arms reached forward, spinning like a whirlwind, trying to hit Bo Yan’s head, but she couldn’t even come close.
Bo Yan mocked, “Short arms, short legs, short stature.”
“I’ll bite you to death!” Xia Siyu turned her head, preparing to take a bite on his arm, but Bo Yan quickly withdrew his hand and turned to walk briskly away, escaping the battlefield.
Xia Siyu wouldn’t let him get away so easily, and managed to grab a handful of his hair, only then was she satisfied to let go.
Fortunately, a handsome guy like him still had a rebellious charm with his hair in a mess, looking more attractive than when he was dead serious.
Xia Siyu led the way while he tidied his hair from behind. Watching her footsteps lighten up on the way back, he also breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn’t want to see her so burdened and hoped she would be a little happier.
Bo Yan walked a few steps, and his scalp still ached: it’s just that, her blow was too fierce.
After returning to the room, the others gradually came back as well. Shang Feifei and Li Yiru actually did sing and dance, and fortunately, street performers were not a rare sight in Europe. They went out to liven up the atmosphere, which wasn’t strange at all.
Hu Juyue and Zhou Weiwei were extremely tired. Bathing five cats and dogs might seem easy, but an Alaskan dog weighs eighty pounds, and even though cats are lighter, one swipe of their paw leaves several marks. After washing the pets, they were so exhausted they didn’t even feel like talking when they returned.
They casually ate something, chatted for a while, and then it was time to rest in the evening.
Bo Yan and Xia Siyu were really going to sleep in the same room..