Chapter 849: Don’t Rat Me Out

Bo Yanching’s lips curled slightly with a light smile, “Buy whatever you want to eat, big brother will get it for you.”

Chu Yao couldn’t help but shiver.

Have they all been infected by Mo Tingshen?

Calling each other “big brother” like it’s going out of style.

She was just out for a walk when she happened to receive a call from Nan Jiaojiao and then conveniently got blocked by Bo Yanching, who was also out walking.

“I’ve been with the crew for two months, and I haven’t treated anyone to food yet.” Chu Yao crossed her arms, deliberately making it difficult.

Bo Yanching didn’t blink and responded readily, “What do you want to eat?

I’ll cover it.

When should I deliver it to the set?”

“Tomorrow night, I have a night shoot.

Maybe some milk tea for a late-night snack, or freshly cooked duck heads would be good too.”

“Alright, I’ve noted it down.”

Chu Yao suddenly lost interest.

Their temperaments are just like this.

When others are too accommodating, they lose the mood to continue teasing, rebelliously stubborn but oddly compliant.

“I’m going in first, Jiaojiao will take some time to get here,” Chu Yao said, “I advise you not to block the way here; her eyes are sharp; she might turn and run when she sees you.”

Bo Yanching was in a good mood until he heard her words.

He showed a momentary hesitation.

Chu Yao looked at him calmly, threatening, “I’ll help you this time, but don’t sell me out.”

Actually, she wasn’t even willing to help, otherwise, she would have informed Bo Yanching when she knew Nan Jiaojiao had already called Lu Zhenzhen.

If he hadn’t blocked her, she wouldn’t have planned to say anything.

Better to sell a favor.

Bo Yanching nodded, “Okay.”

“Then I’m going in.”

Chu Yao retraced her steps; Shengyue Mansion was built as a replica of the Suzhou Gardens, full of pavilions and small villas.

She pushed open the two wooden doors, entering a room full of elegant women, dressed in garments from various dynasties.

Chu Yao had done many period dramas; it was tolerable on set, but seeing so many dressed in period costumes outside the set was a bit off-putting.

She had no curiosity about what these women were gathering for, she was purely chasing after the chef.

So she didn’t dress up, wearing just a down jacket.

There was heating indoors, so she only removed it when she felt hot, revealing a low-cut cream-colored long dress underneath.

Sitting there, she looked like she had walked into the wrong set.

But no one dared to have objections to her.

Yi Qinghuan personally attended to her, afraid of giving Chu Yao any neglect, not to mention the others; many wanted to come over and make connections.

Chu Yao disdained to play along, too lazy even to pretend, her face cold enough to keep anyone from approaching within two meters.

It wasn’t long before Bo Yanching and others arrived.

Yi Qinghuan was talking to someone and happened to be facing the door.

She paused and then politely apologized to the young lady beside her.

She jogged over to Bo Yanching, “What brings you here?”

Bo Yanching didn’t say anything; Yaen Chi, who came out from behind him, joked, “Not welcome?”

Yi Qinghuan reacted quickly, “How could that be, if I didn’t welcome you, I wouldn’t have mentioned it before, I invited you all, but you didn’t come.”

Yaen Chi said, “Well, we’re here now.

A bunch of guys hanging out got bored, so we came over to have a look.

But we didn’t get the costumes, so we came like this.

We won’t ruin the theme of your party, will we?”

“Of course not,” Yi Qinghuan smiled, “I’m thrilled to have big shots like you here; the costumes are just for fun, wear whatever you like.”

Yi Qinghuan led them inside.

Always sticking close to Bo Yanching, there seemed to be a dozen people following behind, but she only entertained Bo Yanching and Yaen Chi.