The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Song Yuan smiled and nodded: "Okay, then cousin, wait until I finish the work and we can go together."

"Yeah." Yi Qinghuan responded absently.

She moved forward, looking back with her eyes, and sure enough, Yi Qinghuan left the chair not long after.

"Sister Yuanyuan."

The supporting actress Yang Yi caught up with her and talked to her: "Is that really Nan Jiaojiao's boyfriend?"

Song Yuan looked at her quietly, "Why are you asking about this?"

"Ask me, it's so boring on the set. Apart from chatting, I just read the script. I finally heard a piece of gossip, but it's not complete. I'm just curious."

Song Yuan smiled slightly, "I don't know if that's true. I'm sure his status is not low. Didn't you all say that car is very rare?"

Yang Yi's eyes widened and her oval face made an expression. The surprise in her eyes quickly spread. She opened her mouth and lowered her surprised voice: "I really can't tell. Nan Jiaojiao is really too low-key."

"Okay, stop asking about other people's affairs, go ahead and try to pass it within three times."

Yang Yi nodded sweetly, "Okay!"

When Song Yuan started to play, Yang Yi slowed down. She glanced towards the exit, and the smile on her lips quickly disappeared.

……

When Nan Jiaojiao took a break to take a sip of water, she saw the news from Bo Yanqing.

She didn't reply, she just said something to Su Miaotong and ran out.

It was not difficult to find Bo Yanqing's car, he always parked it in the same spot.

Nan Jiaojiao knocked on the driver's door, but didn't open it. Instead, the back seat window rolled down, and a man's warm voice came from behind: "Where's it over here?"

"Why did you sit in the back?"

She moved two steps, bent down and looked inside. He had a notebook on his lap, and several piles of documents were neatly placed on the seat next to him. "The front is too narrow, the back is more comfortable."

"Why don't you go home and do it? It's so frustrating to stay in the car."

Bo Yanqing pursed her lips, raised her eyebrows slightly, and stared at her with a pair of dark eyes, "What do you think?"

"It's because of me!"

She grinned heartlessly: "You can't live without me!"

He nodded cooperatively, as if coaxing a child, "Yes, I can't live without you. I can't even see you for a while."

Nan Jiaojiao trembled all over.

He stopped smiling and said, "Get in the car and wait for a while?"

"No, I still have something to do. Just go home and wait for me. I'm not that fast."

Bo Yanqing frowned for a second, "Are you going to stay up until midnight again?"

"maybe."

"What kind of crew are you? You can extend overtime hours and pay overtime wages at will? Go back and find the contract and let me take a look. I have a lawyer there and ask them to take it apart word for word and look for evidence. Even if it violates the contract, it won't work!"

Nan Jiaojiao couldn't hold back her laughter: "Come on, what are you talking about? You can go home, or find a comfortable place to sit nearby. It's too stuffy in the car."

She was about to withdraw as she spoke. Bo Yanqing's hands were quick and he pressed her hand that was still resting on the window edge. His phalanges were pressed against her slender fingers and he gently rubbed them, "You really don't want to come up?"

Nan Jiaojiao raised her hand and shook it away, then slapped the back of his hand, "I'm not going to be clingy with you. I'm a career woman now. Love and affection affect the speed at which I draw my sword. Don't tempt me!"

Bo Yanqing suppressed his laughter: "What kind of knife did you pull out?"

He grabbed Nan Jiaojiao's hand, pulled it back, and then leaned towards the car door, protecting her forehead. He paused for a while and then moved his hand to the back of her head to hold it, pulling her towards him.