"Okay..."
Bo Yan returned home and saw Yuran sitting in the living room, curled up on the sofa with a look of melancholy. He couldn't care less about anything else and rushed over to hug her tightly in his arms.
Yuran was originally distracted and was shocked by the sudden embrace.
Xie Cheng, who followed in: "..."
Watching Bo Yan, the great actor, so eager to embrace, Xie Cheng was at a loss for words. He placed the script on the shoe bench at the entrance, "Your scripts, I've put them all here."
Bo Yan soothingly patted Yuran in his arms, then turned his head and looked at Xie Cheng displeased, "Why are you still here, what are you doing walking in?"
The expression of Xie Cheng, looking like he had been scorned by a dog: "..."
If you weren't so impatient, I'd be on my way home right now.
But at this moment, he didn't want to say anything anymore, damn it, what was there to say in this situation? What was there to say?
