The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Chapter 132: 132 Responsibility (2)

In front of the cameras, this silly girl held two fifty Euro notes, as happy as if a two-hundred-pound fatso.

Bo Yan kept a disgusted distance, as if getting too close to a fool was contagious.

When Xia Siyu returned to the villa in a small car, the other groups had also come back.

Hearing that she had fainted, Wang Zisu anxiously put down the hand-held weeder and ran up to the second floor.

Zhou Weiwei followed closely behind and immediately grasped her hand upon entering the room, “Siyu, are you okay? 1 was terrified when I heard you fainted.’

Xia Siyu shook her head, grinning, “I’m fine, I won’t die.”

Then came Hu Juyue and Shang Feifei.

Li Yiru, who had been in the middle of a shower, saw on her waterproof phone that Xia Siyu was returning by car and acutely sensed something was amiss—she knew the production team wouldn’t be so kind. She finished

showering at eight hundred times speed, got dressed, and rushed out.

No matter the state of their relationships, they knew they should show unity and warmth at such times.

And coming over now also meant more screen time.

The doctor from China had brought some traditional Chinese medicine, naturally including remedies for heatstroke. He also mentioned, “Miss Xia also shows some symptoms of a cold, and she should rest more these next few days.”

With the mention of a cold, the filming crew, all the guests, and even Wang Zisu couldn’t help but turn their heads to look at Bo Yan.

There was no need to explain, the previous night Xia Siyu had kicked off her blanket while sleeping, and without even a glance, Bo Yan’s act had made the hot search.

It was okay when it made the hot search; at that time, Xia Siyu’s reputation had not improved, and Bo Yan’s fans were still able to control the narrative.

Clicking on the hot search, the top twenty most liked comments all had this tone: “After all, men and women live together, Teacher Bo needs to avoid suspicion. ”

“You’re old enough to not kick off your blankets, he’s not your dad, why should he help you?”

“Helping is an act of kindness, not helping is duty, so entitled indeed.”

But now, through her efforts over the past day or two, along with the hardship of brick-moving work and the stinginess for money at the end, though it hadn’t resulted in a massive shift from hate to support, the number of bystanders speaking up for her had visibly increased:

“Even if Bo Yan isn’t her relative, is it such a big deal to cover her with a blanket as she sleeps?”

“Strictly speaking, they’re a team at the very least, and knowing they’d have to work together the next day, couldn’t he just give a hand?”

Leaving aside the hot search situation, on this side, Bo Yan lowered his head,

“Sorry, I’ll pay attention next time.”

He apologized quickly, and since most on the scene knew about the grievances between the two, no one really blamed him.

Wang Zisu, however, was particularly anxious, quickly handing her water, “Sister Siyu, get some good rest. We’ll handle dinner and all.”

Bo Yan glanced sideways at the water being passed, his eyes fixating on it. Even after Xia Siyu finished drinking the cup of water, his gaze remained on the empty cup.

Then he casually spoke up, “Have you finished your work? I seem to hear your hand-held weeder still running.”

This prompted Wang Zisu to exclaim “Oh!” and dash downstairs, where soon after, the regular sound of the weeder resumed.

After the doctor gave his instructions, everyone else withdrew. Zhou Weiwei even said, “I’ll make you my special salmon head soup later.”

Xia Siyu nodded with a smile.

In the room, it was once again just the two of them, Xia Siyu and Bo Yan.