Breaking up, No Joke

The two brothers of Baijia were sitting side by side in the car. The small watermelon had been brought into the house by the sinking housekeeper. For the first time, Bai Yu felt that the world was somewhat illusory. "Brother..."

"Yes, me too."

Boblan looked at Bai Yu with a meaningful look. "Sexuality should be family inheritance."

Bai Yu irritated: "How can there be family inheritance in sex? Brother, don't miss me."

Boblan ordered a cigarette and said slowly: "You are smart."

Bai Yuli should accept his praise.

"You can like men, why can't I." Bertrand decided to look at Bai Yu.

Bai Yu lowered his eyes: "Dad will not agree."

"Dad is underground, even if he doesn't agree, he won't be able to scream after he wakes up." Bai Bolang sneered, his eyes full of ridicule.

For a man who gave him nothing but his life and successor status, Bertrand did not appreciate him much.

Bai Yu was amused by this sentence, his shoulders shaking and said: "You said Dad, he will be unhappy."

Bertrand turned to look at him, faintly said: "You are happy."

Bai Yu suddenly felt a strange atmosphere surrounded by the car, but before he wanted to understand what this strange smell meant, Bertrand spoke again.

"Advanced to eat, what will be said later."

When Bai Bo opened the door in Bo Bolang and prepared to bend over and left, he suddenly said: "The man should have more than one gold master. So even if the big brother really likes men, you should find some healthy people."

After that, Bai Yu had not waited for Boblan to react, and he rushed one step ahead. The movement was very fast, and he did not drag the water.

Bertrand: "..."

In the living room, the small watermelon hands on the knees, looking at the food on the table, eagerly looking at the two small short legs swaying.

The hegemony is back!

Bai Yu kissed a small watermelon and said, "Is it a housekeeper? Is there a child seat at home?"

The little watermelon enjoyed the face and did not hear what Bai Yu was asking.

The sinking steward, who has always been cautious and cautious, sneaked a sneak peek at the small watermelon sitting in the dining chair and said, "I am dereliction of duty."

Bai Yu’s lips don’t speak.

The sinking housekeeper stayed at the cypress home for decades and was careful, so Bai Yu never believed that he would make such a low-level mistake.

Bertrand came in and just saw this scene. He thought of the "successor" cultivated by a newly-built sinker in the family. He said faintly: "Even if the small things are not handled well, re-elect one."

The sinking housekeeper’s low “hmm” sounded.

The young man he is fancy has been a lot of people doing things in recent days. If it is a normal time, he will make mistakes in trivial matters and he will educate himself privately.

But the mistake he made should not involve the young master.

One or two young masters value the young master, while the young master is the first to take the second master.

Sinking the housekeeper, as a qualified butler, it is more important to learn how to manage the housework than to learn.

Wood, wood, wood, wood, every afternoon, a high-class teahouse in Huacheng, there will always be a lot of high-class ladies gathered to chat with tea.

On the afternoon of this afternoon, Song Mama wore a new Gaoding cheongsam and showed off with two good sisters. When they were raised by them, Chu Wenwen came over and sat next to her.

"Wen Wen, how come you?"

Song’s mother was full of surprises and took Chu Wenwen’s hand and said, “I have been chasing you and Bai Yu’s new drama some time ago. The heroine you played in it is so good, the acting is very good.”

Chu Wenwen's face was red, she came to find Song's mother to explore the relationship between Song Shiyi and Bai Yu, but she did not expect to be said by her.

However, some people like their own TV, Chu Wenwen still feels very happy, and insisted: "Auntie, don't praise this, I am embarrassed."

Song’s mother smiled. “This is the truth, right. You see my new cheongsam look good. It’s done in the autumn wind.”

"Good-looking." Chu Wenwen was absent-minded. "Auntie, was he particularly busy at the company recently?"

Song’s mother seems to be unaware and said, “Fortunately, his work has always been so much.”

"Right, the last time I heard how my brother said on the show, he was a good friend with Bai Yu, and he also recognized the son of Bai Yu as his son."

Song’s mother’s expression was tense for a moment, but it quickly converges, her tone is not so hot, her fingers licked the broken hair in her ear, and her nose uttered a “hmm.”

"Do you agree with your uncle?" Chu Wenwen couldn't wait, because she was too anxious, so she didn't notice the coldness of Song's mother's eyes flashing.

"Ok."

After Song’s mother finished, she released the hand holding Chu Wenwen and turned to talk with the two old sisters.

The other two ladies at the same table looked at each other and smiled. They shook their heads in unison. The little girl in Chu’s family was still too anxious.

Chu Wenwen responded after a long time, and wanted to ask something more, but seeing Song mother did not have to pay attention to her meaning, they could not open their mouths, sitting on the side and watching them chat.

After the tea time passed, the people in the tea room were scattered, and Song mother was ready to get up and leave.

Chu Wenwen quickly followed up, "Auntie, I will accompany you to go shopping nearby, I heard that the latest bag came out this summer...

...? "Wen Wen," Song mother looked and sly, gentle opening: "Time is not early, I should go back to dinner with your uncle, and have time to go shopping together next time."

Chu Wenwen stayed, "Okay, you go slowly."

Until now, Chu Wenwen understood the attitude of Song Mama. She knew that the question she had asked before was over, so she made Song mother unhappy.

However, she is really worried...

Chu Wenwen bit her lower lip and grievances spread the whole body. She slammed her feet on the high-heeled shoes and walked toward her own sports car. She opened the door and slammed the throttle.

The night falls and the nightlife has just begun.

Chu Wenwen sat in the corner with a glass of wine and looked dazed in a daze. She sipped a glass of wine from time to time, and could not finish a cup in an hour.

The people around me began to look at Chu Wenwen---a beautiful woman who didn't have a flower protector. Anyone who saw it couldn't have no idea.

When the people around me were ready to go forward, Chu Wenwen sat alone in the empty position.

Chu Wenwen did not raise her head. "I am not interested, get out."

The person smiled softly and was not threatened by her. "I came to trade with you, but I didn't come to hunt."

Chu Wenwen looked up and squinted, only to think that the people in front were familiar, but could not remember who he was.

"you are?"

"Miss Chu has a lot of opportunities, of course, I can't remember my little shackles." The man laughed. "Re-recognize it, my name is Ye Hang."

Chu Wenwen remembers that he is a friend of Qi Wei. "You have anything to do with me."

Ye Hang nodded, and did not deny, "I want to make a deal with you that will allow Bai Yu to lose his name in the shortest possible time."

Chu Wenwen’s wine glass “squeaked” and fell to the ground, and the glass **** that had been broken in the ground.

The sound of the wine glass falling on the ground once again attracted a lot of attention.

However, Chu Wenwen did not pay attention to this, she lowered her voice, "Speak and listen."

Ye Hang stretched out his index finger and shook it gently toward her. "There are a lot of people here, let's go out and find a quiet place to talk."

Chu Wenwen is not fooled. "If you lie to me, I don't believe you guys."

Ye Hang smiled coldly. "I don't have to lie to you. If you don't believe it, you can't come."

Said, Ye Hang stood up and left.

Chu Wenwen hesitated and got up and followed him.

After half an hour.

Chu Wenwen looked at the photos that Ye Hang passed to herself and said, "Do you have any evidence that the person who is wrapped in the head is Bai Yu, and their relationship is a lover?"

"His shoes, his shoes are specially customized when participating in the New Southwest Spring Festival Evening, you can find photos on the Internet." Ye Hang smiled.

After he took the photo that day, he uploaded it to the mailbox for backup, so even if his mobile phone was stolen by the group of bodyguards, he still had a backup on his hand.

Chu Wenwen's frowning brows are soothing. "If these can't pull Bo Yu down?"

She will not do things that are not sure.

"A male artist has a black material that is being taken care of by a man. Do you think he still has the opportunity to get up?"

Ye Hang despised her hesitation. "And when the photos came out, even when Song Shiyi had to protect Bai Yu, do you think that Song parents would sit still?" Chu Wenwen was finally told by him.

Song Shizhen, who has been enjoying it for many years, has been shunned by Bai Yu. It has already made Chu Wenwen very unhappy. Now she even likes her mother, and she has a cold attitude towards her because she has mentioned two more words.

Thinking about this, Chu Wenwen bite her teeth: "Good!"

Ye Hang reached out and said, "The cooperation is pleasant."

Chu Wenwen is still a very cold look, even without even extending her hand, only said: "Happy cooperation."

Ye Hang’s expression was stiff, and he silently took back his outstretched hand to cover up the sorrow and haze.

Abroad, a room for a young man.

The wall is covered with white paper, and the white paper is all painted with a sketch of "Bai Yu."

The appearance of each of the "Bai Yu" in the paintings is different, and the name of a person is written in the lower right corner of each painting: Moan Yu.

The door of the bathroom was opened and the heat in the bathroom came out.

The young man in a white bathrobe came out and looked pale. He was holding his mobile phone. His tone was cold and full of anger. He said, "Moss, who allowed you to touch him!"

After Moss on the other end of the phone, the suffocation on the face of the young man was not reduced by half.

"No one except me, I can't touch him!"

"Everything, wait for me to go back and discuss it from a long time." He said, his eyes flashed a bit of killing, fleeting.

Mossin at the other end of the phone, slowly sighed, helplessly obey his meaning.

The man just put down the phone, the exquisite facial features are covered with cold sweat, his look is pale, and he is surrounded by the whole body.

He is, Moan Yu.

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