Chapter 1712: Especially Can't Live Without You

Song Yuan smiled and nodded, “Alright, then cousin, you wait for me to finish work, we’ll go together.”

“Mm.” Yi Qinghuan absentmindedly responded.

She moved forward, keeping an eye on things behind her, and sure enough, not long after, Yi Qinghuan got up from her chair.

“Sister Yuan Yuan.”

The supporting actress Yang Yi caught up and chatted with her, “Is that really Nan Jiaojiao’s boyfriend?”

Song Yuan discreetly glanced at her, “Why do you want to know?”

“Just curious, it’s so boring in the film set usually, apart from chatting idly or reading the script. Finally, there’s some gossip, but I can’t hear the full story, making me really curious.”

Song Yuan smiled slightly, “I don’t know either, but his status can’t be low. Didn’t everyone say that car is very rare?”

Yang Yi widened her eyes, and with an expression on her oval face, the surprise in her eyes quickly spread. She opened her mouth, lowering her voice full of astonishment, “You really can’t tell, Nan Jiaojiao is really too low-key.”

“Alright, mind your own business, let’s rehearse and aim to get it right in three takes.”

Yang Yi nodded sweetly, “Okay!”

As Song Yuan moved forward, Yang Yi slowed down, glanced toward the entrance, and quickly wiped the smile off her face.

…

In the idle moments when Nan Jiaojiao could take a sip of water, she saw the message from Bo Yanching.

She didn’t reply but said a word to Su Miaotong before running out.

Bo Yanching’s car wasn’t hard to find; he always parked in the same spot.

Nan Jiaojiao knocked on the driver’s side door, but it didn’t open. Instead, the rear window rolled down, and the man’s gentle voice came from behind, “Here I am.”

“Why are you sitting in the back?”

She took a couple of steps and bent down to look inside. On his lap was a laptop, and the seat beside him was neatly stacked with several piles of documents.

“It’s too cramped in the front, more comfortable in the back.”

“Why don’t you just go home to work? Staying in the car is so uncomfortable.”

Bo Yanching pressed his lips, slightly raised his eyebrows, and his deep dark eyes fixated on her, “Can you guess why?”

“It’s because of me!”

She smiled without any restraints, “You can’t live without me!”

He nodded cooperatively, like coaxing a child, “Yes, can’t live without you, can’t stand not seeing you even for a while.”

Nan Jiaojiao shuddered slightly.

He stopped smiling, “Want to get in and sit for a while?”

“No, I’ve got something to do. You go home and wait for me, it won’t be quick.”

Bo Yanching frowned in an instant, “Again working till midnight?”

“Could be.”

“What kind of set do you work in that extends overtime so casually? Do they compensate you for overtime? Go back and find the contract, let me take a look. I have a lawyer who will dissect it word by word to find any breach of terms!”

Nan Jiaojiao couldn’t hold back her laughter, “Oh come on, stop rambling, you go home, or find somewhere comfortable nearby, it’s too stuffy in the car.”

As she spoke, she was about to walk away, but Bo Yanching quickly held down her hand still resting on the window ledge, gently rubbing her slender fingers with his. “Not coming in?”

Nan Jiaojiao lifted her hand to shake it off, and she gave his hand a light smack on the back, “Not getting mushy with you, I’m a woman chasing my career now. Lovers’ stuff slows my pace at drawing my blade, stop tempting me!”

Bo Yanching laughed in a low voice, “What blade are you drawing?”

He grabbed Nan Jiaojiao’s hand, pulling it back, then leaned his body towards the car door, shielding her forehead, and then moved his hand to the back of her head, pulling her toward him.