Chapter 721: Chief Screenwriter

Nan Jiaojiao elegantly rolled her eyes.

Of course, she avoided the camera so he couldn’t see her.

She put her phone aside, fixing it in place so that the lens would only capture from her shoulders upwards.

Bo Yanching couldn’t help but laugh, “Guarding against me?”

“Ah!” Nan Jiaojiao nodded vigorously, “Isn’t it obvious?”

Bo Yanching leaned sideways on the armrest of the sofa, propping his head with his hand, watching her intently.

His eyes sparkled, and amidst the slight ripples, reflected only her image.

In the end, he still had his way.

Nan Jiaojiao always had moments when she couldn’t guard herself, but she didn’t panic.

Even though her phone fell, she didn’t pick it up immediately.

After drying the water off her body, she picked it up, wiped it with a tissue, and then lazily supported it after lying in bed.

She pulled Bo Yanching’s pillow slightly apart, placed the phone on it, and turned on her side to sleep.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” Bo Yanching continued watching her, “Go to sleep, I’ll hang up after you’ve fallen asleep.”

“Mhm.”

She buried her face in the pillow and slowly closed her eyes.

…

The next day, Bo Yanching couldn’t make it back.

He said as soon as possible, but three days had passed, and he was still in Capital City.

He phoned Nan Jiaojiao every day, but they were relatively brief conversations.

Over three days, they had only video-called twice.

She didn’t ask much.

That morning before she left the house, she told him that she would attend “The Empress’s Killing” kickoff ceremony.

In the makeup room, Chu Yao was getting her makeup and hair done, struggling with her game, having lost two rounds already.

She impatiently tapped her nails on the screen as she started another round.

She gestured for an assistant to come over, “You stand outside.

When my darling arrives, bring her here.”

The assistant looked a bit confused, “Sister Yao, your darling is…?”

Some kind of pet?

Chu Yao closed the gaming app, found a beautiful photo of Nan Jiaojiao, “She looks like this, the most beautiful one.”

“Got it, got it.”

The assistant thought of taking a photo with his phone, but upon seeing the face in the photo, he realized, indeed, she was stunningly beautiful and definitely not a celebrity in the entertainment industry, but she’d be easy to find in a crowd of ordinary people.

As soon as Nan Jiaojiao got out of the car, she hadn’t walked half a street into the film city when the assistant found her and led her directly to Chu Yao’s makeup room.

Sister Mi was also there.

After greeting her, Nan Jiaojiao walked behind Chu Yao and a mobile phone landed in her hands.

“Darling, give me a hand, I’m on a losing streak here.”

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at the screen, the record at 0-8, and remarked with disdain, “Were you playing with your feet?”

“It’s not my fault, it’s the support’s fault.

I’m a squishy character; I can’t just rush forward, right?”

Nan Jiaojiao snorted mockingly, sat down on a nearby chair, and turned the game around within minutes.

The makeup artist was still working, and a group of people came in along with the director, a tall and slender figure following close by.

The two were talking as they passed by; the director came over to exchange a few words with Chu Yao.

Chu Yao responded amiably and suddenly felt someone’s gaze.

As she looked up, she made eye contact with Yi Qinghuan.

“Miss Yao.”

Yi Qinghuan said softly, almost inaudible to others.

As he approached Chu Yao, he smiled faintly, “Miss Chu.”

Chu Yao’s eyebrows twitched slightly.

She recognized Yi Qinghuan, but they weren’t close, having barely spoken before; she couldn’t even remember his full name.

Making rare small talk, she inquired, “May I know your esteemed surname?”

Yi Qinghuan paused, his expression unchanging, “Yi Qinghuan.

We are going to work together on this drama; I’m the chief scriptwriter.”

“Really?” Chu Yao leaned back to allow the makeup artist to insert Step Shake, barely glancing over with the corner of her eye, “Why weren’t you there during the script reading days?”