The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!-Chapter 826 - 817 Mutual Scheming (2)
Chapter 826: Chapter 817 Mutual Scheming (2)
Xia Siyu remained unmoved: “Sure, you say nice things now. Who knows what you’re really thinking.”
Bo Yan explained as well: “I’m not angry, but you knew very well that I can’t hold my liquor, yet you tricked me into drinking. You slept like a log last night, do you know how awful I felt?”
Xia Siyu felt guilty, she would fall asleep deep and completely, indeed oblivious to Bo Yan’s condition afterward.
Drinking too much can be quite serious for some people, even leading to sudden death.
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Bo Yan is no drinker, he’s even worse at it than she is. She cajoled Bo Yan into a whole glass of baijiu yesterday, fifty-three percent alcohol. Such high proof and quantity, consumed in two gulps no less, can be dangerous unless you’re a hardened drinker.
Xia Siyu felt guilty. She was worried something would happen to him, so when Bo Yan threw the ornament down the stairs, she dashed out without a second thought, fearing he had fallen.
But she still harbored some suspicion: “But…” How could she not believe that he held a grudge because she ran off without “using hands”?
Bo Yan knew what she suspected, her gaze already scanning his lower body. He sighed and said: “You, always needlessly worrying about things. If I were the type to look elsewhere easily, I would have found other women during these seven years, why would I wait until now?”
He reached out and hugged her: “Sometimes people can indeed be blinded by lard. How did I ever fall for a woman like you?”
Xia Siyu “hmphed” in his arms, lifting her head with a glint in her eye that seemed to say: Try saying that one more time.
Then Bo Yan continued: “Actually, you’ve really got me locked in. You ran off yesterday, and I wasn’t mad. I just wanted to ‘return the favor’. Look at today, I simply made a few dishes you dislike and you’re hopping mad. You were joking around so much last night, if it were a man with a shorter temper, he might spank you.”
“So you admit you did that on purpose just now!” Xia Siyu immediately got the point and said indignantly.
“What ‘on purpose’? You really can’t eat spicy food, you can’t drink, you can’t have cold drinks. With the way your stomach was hurting before, you must’ve sneaked some food, haven’t you? Don’t say you haven’t, I don’t believe it.” Indeed, Xia Siyu’s stomach would hurt during her period, and apart from the ailment caused by jumping into the water for filming at the beginning, and occasionally wearing less for activities as an artist, she did indeed crave food.
“That was…”
Bo Yan pressed against her lips, shaking his head, “No need to explain. From tomorrow on, I’ll eat the same as you. Tea, wine, coffee, chili, and any cold food, we won’t prepare them anymore. I’ll keep you company.”
Only then did Xia Siyu cheer up. She wasn’t actually insistent on sneaking food, and if it wasn’t placed in front of her, she could resist. But Bo Yan flaunting those things in front of her was more than she could bear.
As the two were tidying up and getting ready for dinner, the doorbell rang again. Bo Yan looked and saw it was the guy from next door, rushing over to knock on the door, sensibly bringing a bottle of 2000 Lafite to exchange: “Thank you for tomorrow’s dishes.”
Bo Yan still spoke courteously, as long as Han Yifan was into “bartering”, he was naturally willing to “make a fair exchange.”
He’d been foresighted when shopping today, having the help to buy some extra groceries, now conveniently available for him.
Han Yifan lingered, refusing to leave, his smile loaded with meaning: “And that little umbrella… could you spare a few more?”
