The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Wei Jingjing glanced at Qin Baizhou, who had no smile on his face, and she hurriedly nodded, “I understand.”

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On this side, Xia Siyu was carrying her stuff upstairs and even took a deep breath before opening the door.

The elevator soon reached her floor. She was ready; after all, she was wearing high heels today. If he dared to make a move, she was determined to kick him into doubting his existence!

When the elevator doors opened, the lights in the entryway were on. She looked down at the door; Bo Yan’s dress shoes were not there.

Could it be that this guy was hiding on purpose to give her a fright?

She kicked off her high heels, placed her things on the lobby cabinet, and sneakily entered.

Even though it was her own home, she felt like a thief, stealthily moving closer to duel wits with Bo Yan inside!

The living room lights were still on, but it was empty and silent. Xia Siyu was puzzled and, like a burglar, she silently slipped to the door of her own room. She quietly pushed the door open: still, no one was there.

Not here?

Or maybe he was hiding in the bathroom!

This jerk had been in the bathtub the last time at the old house. She was so tired, she could only let him do as he pleased, kneading her like dough.

Xia Siyu turned her head and grabbed a readily available weapon: a clothes drying rod, and tiptoed to the bathroom.

However, to her surprise, he was still not there.

Xia Siyu was extremely puzzled this time. Not here, not there, so where could he be? His own room?

Perhaps because she hadn’t found him in her room, Xia Siyu, brandishing the clothes rod, swung the door open with a bang.

Bo Yan’s room was pristine white, very clean, unlit, and devoid of any human presence.

Checking the bathroom in his room, he wasn’t there either.

Xia Siyu stepped back out with a confused face. What kind of trick was this?

So this guy said he wanted her to come back early just to trick her for fun?

As she turned back toward the living room, she finally noticed a note on the coffee table left by Bo Yan:

“Xia Siyu, I had a 5 a.m. flight and am already on my way to the airport. Don’t cry if you can’t find me.”

Damn it, who would cry! She was eager for him to leave already. Holding the clothes rod triumphantly in one hand and the note in the other, Xia Siyu was in a foul mood.

Just as she set down the note, there was suddenly a small noise at the door.

In Xia Siyu’s mind, it couldn’t be, Bo Yan had left already, it definitely couldn’t be him coming back.

But if it wasn’t him returning, then who could it be? After all, in this apartment building, only the two of them had keys.

Xia Siyu walked over with the clothes rod, puzzled, when she heard a “ding” as the elevator door opened, and out stepped Bo Yan!

But that wasn’t right. Hadn’t this guy left a message saying he was taking off? Why was he back now?

Bo Yan, standing at the doorway, also looked at Xia Siyu, seeing her with the clothes rod, tilting her head, a puzzled expression on her face. He even remarked emotionally, “I just thought I’d come back to check if you were here, and sure enough, you’re home.”

Xia Siyu’s eyebrows slowly furrowed.

Just as she was about to say something, Bo Yan suddenly stepped forward, wrapped his arms around her waist, and drew her slightly forward. Then, tilting his head slightly, he decisively blocked her lips without room for doubt.