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¡° Comforting her didn¡¯t work, and calling her had no results. He gently held her face and kissed her carefully.
Xia Siyu reacted and withdrew her eyes: "I know how to act."
She was talking about acting, and Bo Yan knew that was not what she was feeling just now. The anger in her eyes was so genuine, it was definitely not an act or anything like that. Acting panicked didn't require so much effort.
The only reason Xia Siyu can have violent emotions in her heart is definitely because of her family. Her family, her mother, is her greatest weakness and her deepest secret.
She didn¡¯t want to say it herself, and he didn¡¯t want to force it. But he also wanted to tell her that she was no longer alone and that he would fight with her.
Boyan gently rubbed her cheek with the tip of his nose: "No matter what difficulties you encounter in the future, you can tell me. We are husband and wife, and we are a community of destiny. Whether it is work, life, or family."
Speaking of the last word, Xia Siyu looked back at him. Bo Yan's eyes were sincere, and she believed that he was telling the truth.
She and Boyan indeed now have a common enemy: Bo Yi and Xia Siwei. This is why she is willing to believe him and be with him now.
Maybe they will still not be in love in the future, but their natural alliance and common goal will make their marriage extremely strong.
"Okay." She nodded, then lowered her head: "Continue."
Bo Yan smiled. There was really no need to clarify some words, as long as both of them understood them. He also read the script with her, but this time, he reached out to circle her from behind, grabbed the back of her hand, and read through it with her.
Xia Siyu was a little uncomfortable with it at first, but soon ignored it in the very professional and meticulous script written by Bo Yan. When you feel tired from listening, take a rest.
It was already getting late after the meeting, and after studying the script for a while, Xia Siyu¡¯s eyelids soon started to tremble. I got up early this morning to catch a flight and had a hard time traveling. Now my head is biting and I am about to fall asleep before my eyes.
Boyan gently sniffed her cheek: "Are you sleepy?"
Xia Siyu nodded slightly, her eyes so sleepy that she could hardly open them. She had already washed up before, and there was no need to wash it now. Bo Yan took her script away, and she struggled to get up and dog-eared the page of the script so that she would not find it later.
But when she put down the script, her head tilted, as if the robot had crashed, and it fell down instantly.
Bo Yan felt funny, distressed, and a little bit relieved. He picked her up, put her on the bedside, and covered her with a quilt. He was about to go to the bathroom, but Xia Siyu suddenly grabbed his hand and shouted in a soft voice: "Mom."
Bo Yan was stunned for a moment. She probably thought of something bad just now. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead gently: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Maybe it was because the way he kissed his forehead was exactly the same as the goodnight kiss his mother used before going to bed. She didn't say anything, but stretched out her arms to hug him tightly, rubbed her head affectionately, and then changed to a comfortable position. He fell into a deep sleep.
Boyan looked at her peaceful sleeping face, feeling happy and painful at the same time. Happily, she finally let go of her guard against him. The painful thing is: he still wants to go to the bathroom. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com