After wearing the book, I became popular in the entertainment industry

Chapter 88 Chapter 88: A Little Yellow Scrap

Chu Yao woke up from starvation.

She took a sip of water, took out her phone and checked the time.

It is already nine o'clock in the evening.

So hungry, she hasn't had dinner yet.

Several unread WeChat messages are displayed on the screen.

Chu Yao clicked on WeChat, and was immediately attracted by the news about Bo Nanxian.

"Where are you?" She read the content, her pretty eyebrows slightly frowned.

Is she familiar with the dog man enough to ask such a question?

Chu Yao didn't reply, she got up and walked out of the bedroom, and found a box of instant noodles on the kitchen cabinet.

Her eyes lit up, and she took a pot of filtered water to boil.

The mobile phone in the pajamas rang a WeChat voice.

Chu Yao took out her mobile phone while walking, sat on the soft sofa, looked at the name displayed on the screen, raised her eyebrows slightly, and a hint of interest flashed in her beautiful peach eyes.

She picked it up and raised her voice.

The man's deep and pleasant voice sounded slowly, "Shen Chuyao."

Chuyao frowned, and said unhurriedly: "Don't call me Shen Chuyao, call me Chuyao."

Bo Nanxian opened the car door and was about to get in the car. When he heard her words, he paused slightly, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

Call her by her first name without adding her surname?
The Haoenai system excitedly said: [Host, tell Miss Chuyao quickly, don't call you Bo Nanxian from now on, call you husband! 】

The man frowned, and his voice sank a bit: "My relationship with you hasn't reached this level yet."

The behavior of this woman is really incomprehensible.

"What?" Chu Yao's voice was obviously a little more confused, "Are you thinking too much?"

She just corrected his address, how could it talk about the relationship between the two of them?

Bo Nanxian said coldly, "Where are you now?"

Chu Yao didn't think too much, and replied directly: "Of course I'm at home."

"I see."

"and then?"

The man said lightly: "Hang up."

Chu Yao: "???"

that's it?
What do you mean by a dog man, making a special phone call to ask this kind of question?
A busy tone of "beep beep" came from the handset.

"boring!"

Chu Yao cursed and put down her phone, got up and went to the kitchen to pick up the boiling hot water and return to the living room to make instant noodles.

She smelled the fragrance, her delicate eyebrows and eyes showed a satisfied look, and she held a small plastic fork and stared expectantly.

At the same time, Bo Nanxian, who had just hung up the phone, opened his eyelids and looked at Jiang Tang in the driver's seat.

"Go to Nanwan Holy Garden." He said quietly.

Jiang Tang froze, thinking he heard it wrong, "Mr. Bo, are you going to Nanwan Shengyuan?"

"Ah."

"Oh, okay." Jiang Tang calmly set Nanwan Holy Garden as his destination, but he was actually very excited.

His boss had finished the dinner, had a drink, was in a good mood, and began to miss his former sweet wife.

When he was in college, he also heard a lot of female classmates talk about similar plots in novels

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When the domineering president came to the head after drinking, he was no longer as restrained as he usually is, and would really want to hold his sweetheart in his arms.

Once you think about it, the domineering president will act.

So I went to the residence of my sweetheart, bravely confessed my feelings through alcohol, and spent a night of dry wood or lingering love!
"You have deviated, and the route has been re-planned for you." The navigation prompt sounded suddenly.

Due to Jiang Tang's overcompensation, he didn't pay attention to the navigation, and successfully drove the wrong way.

Bo Nanxian leaned on the back seat and closed his eyes to rest, his deep voice could not hear any emotions, "Jiang Tang, what kind of garbage is in your mind?"

"Ah this!" Jiang Tang hesitated to speak.

How could Mr. Bo be willing to say such things about himself and Chuyao?
In fact, it can't be called garbage, it's just a little yellow waste.

(End of this chapter)