Yuran hurriedly shook her head and moved closer to peck his lips, "How could that be? I'm happy."
The person clinging to him like a koala indeed made Bo Yan slightly smile, "Go home?"
"Aren't you going to the set anymore?" Yuran looked up slightly, gazing at his finely chiseled chin.
Bo Yan hummed in affirmation, his palm stroking her long hair, "Emperor Shun of Tang wrapped up today, my part is officially over. The rest that need to reshoot scenes, have nothing to do with me."
Yuran was so delighted she was disoriented, "So, does that mean your work for the year is done?"
Xie Cheng, whose palm clenched a bit on hearing this, interjected, "Wait a minute, the year's not even half over. It's not good if his work ends now, is it?"
Yuran: "..."
It seems like it, huh.
Bo Yan's icy gaze swept over, and Xie Cheng, toughening his scalp, said, "Bo Yan, I've got two scripts in my hands, how about you pick one?"
Bo Yan, "Let's wait a couple of months, then I'll choose."
