The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Chapter 439: 438: New-Type Relations (6)

Chapter 439: Chapter 438: New-Type Relations (6)
 

Her legs, too, were a ghastly sight, as if gnawed by a dog, but luckily all of this could be covered by clothes, otherwise she would’ve killed him for sure!

Xia Siyu changed into her clothes, applied her makeup, and when she came out, Qin Baizhou stared at her incessantly.

He wasn’t looking at her makeup, though. His gaze lingered on her arms, the bends of her legs, and places like the back of her neck and her back, checking for any marks.

Of course, there were none. Bo Yan, despicable as he may be, knew that Xia Siyu was an artist, so he avoided leaving marks on many areas to prevent embarrassment.

Unlike Siyu, who would scratch him when she was angry, and similarly when she was happy. Now, his back, chest, face, neck, shoulders, and arms were all marked with her impressive battle scars.

Luckily, Bo Yan didn’t need to shoot advertisements, nor did he need to pose for magazines, and he certainly didn’t have any movies to film. At that moment, he was dressed in a suit, holding a meeting in the conference room, looking every part the high-flyer, while his fans were still shouting “Hubby, you’re so handsome!”

But as Qin Baizhou kept watching, he noticed her slender waist, her perfect figure, and even more perfect than her figure, her face.

Xia Siyu really was beautiful, no matter how many times he saw her, he was astounded by her beauty each time. She was beautiful, pure, and confident; she never submitted to the unspoken rules, nor was she indulgent in materialism. She didn’t step on others to elevate herself or blindly follow trends. Loyal and though sometimes reckless, she was not foolish. She was ambitious about her work.

Personally speaking, Bo Yan, to be honest, was above him for the time being. But it wouldn’t be long before Huixing would go public. By then, his personal net worth would skyrocket by tens or even hundreds of times, propelling him into the ranks of billionaires worth tens of billions.

And Bo Yan, no matter how much money he made from acting, at most his fortune would only amount to several billions. Even as the son of the Bo Family, the family’s wealth wouldn’t all go to him; at most, he would get just a small share.

As for himself, he had built his empire through his own efforts, every penny earned by himself, and he was of course more willing to share it with someone he liked.

The advertisement was to be filmed at nightfall, which suited her perfectly as she slept until noon, spent the afternoon getting ready with makeup and changing clothes, and started shooting in the evening. It was a party scene, where she and a male model danced elegantly, her dress fluttering, popping open a bottle of champagne, having a blast, and with the lighting, it was like a scene straight out of a fairy tale.

Xia Siyu may truly have been a natural-born movie star, able to withstand the 360-degree, no-dead-angle scrutiny of the big screen; the photographer did not need to look for her best angle, as she looked good from any angle.

After finishing the shoot and changing clothes, she went home, removed her makeup, rested, and after a good sleep, she was off to a magazine photoshoot the next day. This time she was featured on the cover and inner pages of a fairly famous fashion magazine, taking advantage of her current popularity from the variety show and “Storm,” which was in the midst of busy post-production and applying for a screening license, riding the wave of her newfound fame.

The photographer, with whom she often worked, had a bit of an experimental and avant-garde flair. Xia Siyu tried on several outfits, and even though she was proficient at finding the perfect looks, the photographer’s inspiration flowed like water. But every time she changed outfits, her makeup and hairstyle had to be changed as well, and by the time they finished shooting, it had gone from noon to early morning.

Qin Baizhou stayed with her the whole time. She was leaving for the Northwest tomorrow, and today was their last day, he wished he could glue his eyes to her. A candlelit dinner in a revolving restaurant was out of the question, but placing a bouquet of flowers in the back of the car was still doable.

Today, no matter what, he had to confess to her and let her know how much he liked her!