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After hanging up the phone, Xia Siyu counted on her fingers: "Even if I missed the Golden Olympics, the top three domestic awards are the Golden Chi in October and the Golden Wing in December. Even if "The Tempest" fails to win, "Spring Light" still has I think I did a good job in Director Ji's martial arts film. Even if I don't get these, it doesn't matter, I can still apply for overseas."
Xia Siyu said: "And now I feel that my acting skills are improving. Although I was not bad before, I feel better recently, and I feel that I can be better."
Bo Yan thought about what he had observed recently about Xia Siyu filming, and it was indeed the case. This guy really has great potential. Although she didn't win any awards in the past few years and was completely wild, the good thing is that she is still very serious about acting. Now that she has learned theoretical knowledge and is willing to work hard, her acting skills are indeed in a stage of rapid growth. The accumulation of the past has just become nutrients.
Bo Yan also nodded: "You can do it."
Xia Siyu immediately puffed up her chest and rolled into Bo Yan's arms: "Yeah, let me just say I'm awesome. Why am I so awesome?"
When Bo Yan saw her smug look, if this guy were a dog, his tail would be raised to the sky. But he felt happy just looking at her. Seeing her happy made him happy too. If she can really win the award, she will be even more gratified than if she won the award herself.
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The evening passed quietly.
Early the next morning, Wei Jingjing came to knock on the door at six o'clock, and Bo Yan went to open the door. Looking back, Xia Siyu wrinkled her eyebrows, turned over, and fell down with a look of displeasure.
After Wei Jingjing came in, she didn't see Xia Siyu, she was used to it. She wanted to knock on the door, but Bo Yan shook his head. Wei Jingjing retreated. Bo Yan closed the bedroom door and leaned into her ear: "Little lazy pig, get up."
It was Xia Siyu who answered him: "Humph!"
Bo Yan said: "Jingjing is already waiting at the door."
Xia Siyu ignored him and Bo Yan smiled: "If you don't get up, I will lift your quilt."
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Bo Yan looked helpless. The key was that Wei Jingjing was still at the door. Xia Siyu and Bo Yan could not appear on the same occasion. They would be picked up and put on makeup separately later.
It¡¯s six o¡¯clock in the morning and it¡¯s still dark. Xia Siyu was so excited last night that she probably only slept for three or four hours. Now is the time when her head feels dizzy.
The premiere of "The Tempest" starts at nine o'clock, and they must be there at eight-thirty. It takes about an hour to drive from here to the venue. Time is running out now and there is no time to rest.
Not to mention Wei Jingjing, Bo Yan also called Song Fengzhi. He was a man, and it was easier to put on makeup than Xia Siyu, but Song Fengzhi was also waiting to pick him up downstairs on time.
Wei Jingjing was going crazy outside, but after all, there were two of them in the bedroom, and Wei Jingjing didn't dare to enter. There was no other way, so Bo Yan had no choice but to speak close to her ear: "If you can't afford it, then I can only use my trump card."
Xia Siyu's response was to pull up the quilt, tightly grasp the corner of the quilt with her little hands, and firmly integrate it with the sheets and quilt cover.
Bo Yan said: "You forced me take the move!"
He deliberately let out a "ha", then stretched out his hand and scratched directly towards her painful point - the sole of her foot! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com