My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 124: Stuck in the Throat

Chapter 124: Chapter 124: Stuck in the Throat

This is really outrageous, Xie Cheng tried to reason with the movie emperor before him, but the man directly reached out and took the keys from his pocket, saying as he walked away, "I’ll go back by myself today, do whatever you like!"

Bo Yan’s figure gradually disappeared in his pupils, and after a long stupor, Xie Cheng blurted out a curse.

The echo lingered in the corridor.

Having nothing left to lose after work, Qi Feng opened the door and saw Xie Cheng in the corridor, bursting into laughter, "You look like a dog that has been abandoned by its owner, with nowhere to go!"

"Hmph, as if you’re not a dog yourself," Xie Cheng scoffed.

Both were in the same boat, neither better than the other, both tortured by the great movie emperor like dead dogs.

Disheartened, Qi Feng walked over and stood next to Xie Cheng, resting his elbow on his shoulder, "Let’s make a pact then, as dogs in distress, whichever of us rises first must castrate himself."

"Damn..." Xie Cheng brushed off his hand from his shoulder, disgustedly patting his shoulder as if dusting off nonexistent dirt, "You’re a freaking pervert, right? If you want to be a eunuch, that’s your business, I’m not accompanying that, can’t accompany that. Go ahead and cut off whatever you want, freak, yuck, really disgusting."

Qi Feng: "...I actually got called disgusting? Damn you, Xie Cheng."

...

It was past eleven at night when Yuran returned home from Diyang Entertainment. Seeing the person standing in front of her house, she was initially startled, then stood blankly for a while before approaching Bo Yan suspiciously, "Seventh Brother!"

Why is he here again?

"Just got back?" Bo Yan’s voice was a bit hoarse, like he was on the verge of a cold. Yuran was unlocking the door as she replied, "Yeah, went to Diyang Entertainment to have Zhou Cheng honor a bet, and it was a bit unpleasant."

"Do you often come back at this time?" Bo Yan didn’t listen to the rest, only picked what he wanted to hear, asking the question he wanted to ask. Yuran was taken aback, turning to look at him. Bo Yan’s face was still covered with a mask, revealing only his opaque, bottomless eyes.

She felt somewhat uneasy and changed the subject, "Let’s talk inside!"

Bo Yan gave her a deep look but didn’t make her too uncomfortable. After entering, he went straight to the sofa to sit down, took off his mask, and as Yuran closed the door and quickly changed shoes to come in, before she could even speak, Bo Yan insisted on the question he had just asked, "Do you often come back at this time?"

Yuran wanted to say, what’s it to you, but upon meeting those dangerous eyes, she felt she couldn’t utter such words.

So she nodded, "I used to like doing my homework at school."

"Don’t you watch the news?" Someone asked an unrelated question.

Yuran was puzzled, "Huh?" What does that mean?

"A month ago, a female college student was attacked on her way home in a taxi at night; a week ago, the same thing happened twice; three days ago, a female college student disappeared mysteriously at night. Aren’t you scared after hearing this news?"

Yuran was baffled, "..."

I mean, what is all this about? What is he even saying? And, while I wasn’t scared before, his words now make me feel like there are dangers all around me.

Bo Yan continued to lecture, "Are you having an early romance at school?"

Qi Feng’s phrase ’the unnoticed flower protected will eventually be plucked by someone else’s child’ felt like a fishbone stuck in his throat; just thinking about it now made him lose control of his anger.

"Huh?" Yuran looked at him, "Seventh Brother, who told you this?"

"No dating early."

Not answering the question but with lots of demands.