My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 216: You’re Being a Hooligan to Me

Chapter 216: Chapter 216: You’re Being a Hooligan to Me

But it was no use, she was still thoroughly kissed by Bo Yan, Yuran’s eyes wide, her eyelashes trembling...

He, he, he, he didn’t keep his word.

Taking advantage of the situation.

The kiss was long and agonizing, and Yuran felt like she hadn’t been released yet, thinking to herself in resignation, "I won’t die from lack of oxygen, will I?"

Fortunately, Bo Yan didn’t want her to die.

Releasing the gasping her, the color in the depths of his eyes deepened, and feeling his tense body, Yuran teased him out of breath, "You brought this upon yourself."

Bo Yan chuckled, his handsome face buried in the nape of her neck, "That’s true, why don’t you, help me out!"

Yuran pushed him away, her eyes wide, "Do you believe if I go back and tell my godmother you molested me, you can choose how to die?"

She really had been spoiled into having a little temper without realizing it. Not too long ago, she wouldn’t talk to him like this at all.

Politeness and distance, that was the norm.

But now, the little moods she revealed unintentionally truly let him feel her real temperament.

Hmm, very cute.

"I feel a bit wronged," Bo Yan complained.

Yuran blinked in utter astonishment, and then blinked again, "Wronged?"

Bo Yan nodded, his slightly stiff hair tickling her neck, making her want to laugh. She went along and asked, "Why do you feel wronged?"

"Xie Cheng said that my scenes will be finished in a week at most."

Yuran took his words seriously, "He’s not wrong, with your efficiency, a week is more than enough."

Bo Yan propped up his head, gazing intensely at her, and Yuran felt tingles on her scalp under his scrutinizing look, as if she was the worst sinner.

"..."

"Baby..."

"Stop right there." Yuran rubbed her arms, feeling goosebumps, and waved her hand, "Don’t call me that."

"Why can’t I call you that?" He didn’t see anything wrong with it; Yuran was very soft and seemed perfect to be called baby.

Yuran tried to get off his legs, the position was too dangerous; with a simple lean, he could easily claim her lips. It’s better to keep a distance from the young and vigorous.

But her waist was encircled by Bo Yan, and when she moved, he trapped her midsection, his breath infiltratively filling her nostrils, "Where are you going?"

"Away from you."

"Why? Is this hold uncomfortable? Which position do you like? I can switch."

Yuran: "...Qi-ge, don’t be shameless."

Bo Yan, "How is this shameful?"

Yuran felt she couldn’t keep up with Bo Yan’s words, so she just sat there motionless on his lap, letting him hold her while she changed the subject, "By the way, Qi-ge, what’s the name of that makeup artist sister?"

"Lin Lin."

"Oh, that familiar?"

Bo Yan glanced at her bluffing little face and chuckled lightly, "Indeed, she’s been an assistant in my team before, Lin Li’s sister. There happened to be a suitable opportunity, so I recommended her to Xuan Ze’s team. Xuan Ze is quite satisfied with her; they hit it off."

"Hit it off?" Yuran felt a chill and started pinching Bo Yan’s face, "Isn’t she your little spy?"

Bo Yan’s face was twisted by her, his speech somewhat muffled, "Kind of, I asked her to keep an eye out for anyone bullying you."

Bo Yan could easily take down Yuran’s hand, yet he indulged her reckless behavior towards him.

The touch on the skin under her hand was extremely smooth, Yuran remarked, "Qi-ge, you really have nice skin."

"Do you like it very much?"

Yuran: "...*cough cough cough*..." She must have eaten the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard to pinch Bo Yan’s face?

To cover up her embarrassment, she rubbed the cheek she had pinched red and awkwardly changed the subject, "I don’t think I know this Zhen Ni, do I?"

"Hmm? Do you know her?"

Yuran shook her head, her pretty eyebrows slightly furrowed, "No, I don’t recognize her, and I don’t remember having offended her. That day, I was bragging with Miss Lin Lin,

saying I was practically Tang Wan herself, and then she came in all upset and tore into me.

What a coincidence, I tore back at her, and if you ask me, I think my eloquence was better.

She may have cussed at me quite nastily, but the things I said weren’t pleasant either, so we’re even. In summary, she’s obviously just jealous that I’m prettier than her."

"Stop being so cheeky." Bo Yan couldn’t help but chuckle, his smile gentle, "Think hard, are you sure you don’t know this person?"

"I really don’t!" Yuran shook her head, "Qi Ge, do you know something I don’t?"

Bo Yan, "She and Lin Chen have the same boss. Initially, before they became famous, it seems they dated each other — Lin Chen is her ex-boyfriend."

Upon hearing this, Yuran muttered under her breath, "Damn, Annan must be blind."

"What?" Not having heard her comment clearly, Bo Yan paused for a moment and asked. Yuran waved her hands, "Nothing, nothing at all. So she thinks that Lin Chen got to where he is today because of me?"

"Yes!"

Yuran felt wronged with no way to appeal, looking plaintively at Bo Yan, "I’m really too aggrieved, the plagiarist even has the cheek to play victim? Forget it, she’d better not come looking for trouble with me again, or else I won’t be polite."

"How will you not be polite?"

Yuran looked to the heavens with a speechless expression, "Haven’t thought about it yet, I’ll just take it one step at a time, depending on what she does."

Bo Yan pulled her into his embrace, one hand gathering both of hers in his palm and the other securely encircling her waist, "Don’t be too kind."

"Are you encouraging me to be reckless?" Yuran asked incredulously, "Back when I started causing trouble and doing all kinds of evil, you didn’t look kindly on me."

As she said this, Yuran’s tone was teasing, not at all serious, because that wasn’t her true self. By saying it this way, it felt more like she was talking about someone else.

She should not have mentioned it, because it reminded Bo Yan that he had forgotten to do something — he had been preoccupied with all sorts of trifling matters, but now, he was going to go back and flip through whose films? Oh, Fu Yuran’s.

Seeing the rare moment of distraction from Bo Yan, Yuran patted his shoulder, "Qi Ge, where did your mind go?"

"Hmm? I didn’t."

"You trust me that much?"

"Of course."

While the two of them were engaging in a pleasant conversation, in another room, Annan was pacing restlessly, her mind a tangled mess. Bo Yan and Yuran knew each other, and they were... embracing! Their relationship was definitely not simple, so, what exactly was their relationship?

Then again, if this matter were to be exposed, she wouldn’t need to ponder the outcome much to guess the consequences.

Just one sentence from each of Bo Yan’s fans would be enough to bury Yuran deep underground.

Qi Younian should know about this, right?

So, was she the last to know?

But still, what exactly is the relationship between Ranran and Bo Yan?

How did they meet?

What are the two of them doing in the room right now? It can’t be something inappropriate for children, can it?

Oh, this is so worrying.

Annan paced back and forth in her room, while all the while pricking up her ears to catch any noise from the next room.

Anxious not to miss anything.