Breaking up, No Joke

Moan was as usual, and at 8:1, he called the small watermelon to bed.

Sitting on the sofa and playing for a while, Moan opened the door of the small watermelon again and saw that the other person was still sleeping. This was satisfied with the key and the wallet left.

- He has a game tonight, and all the buddies who have been playing since childhood are not allowed to be absent.

In addition, he kept the small watermelons in the past two days, and Moan, who had been too busy with his heart, had been smashed, hesitated, and decided to go to the appointment.

As a result, Moan just left for ten minutes, and the small watermelon was awakened from his dream.

Sitting on the bed, the little watermelon touched the back of the head, climbed down from the bed with a small face, and looked around the whole house without seeing Moan, suddenly panic.

"Uncle?... Uncle!" The small watermelon picked up the phone in a panic, pressed the button, and wanted to dial the phone of Bai Yu, but found that the other party was shut down.

The egg ran over, and the **** looked at the small watermelon.

The small watermelon huddled on the sofa, and the heart became more and more afraid to stay in the empty living room, pouting, and under the gaze of the egg, wowed and cried.

On the other hand, Song Shiyi put the processed documents in the drawer and picked up the jacket and left the office.

Near the end of the year, the company's work will become very much. As the boss, Song Shiyi has been working overtime for more than half a month, and tonight is the earliest day of his work.

The "叮" elevator door opens.

When Song Shizhen came out, the body of the fierce body could not help surrender.

Standing on the small stool, looking through the cat's eyes, the small watermelon eyes outside the door lit up, rubbed the red eyes with the back of the hand, opened the door and rushed out, hugged the thighs of Song Shi, the voice with a crying : "Uncle Song, I can't find a hegemon!"

Song Shi, who was slammed into the thigh by a small watermelon, was stiff. After the reaction, the low pressure of the voice was with a soothing meaning, "Little watermelon?"

After that, Song Shiyi bent over, picked up a small watermelon, and took the child into the home of Bai Yu.

The egg stood at the door of the toilet, and the small eyes of mung beans were full of murderous, but somehow, it did not dare to run over.

"Uncle Song, can you take me to the hegemony?" The small watermelon held Song's neck and was tearful.

Once again, I felt that the tears of the child were like the rain in June. Song Shizhen did not speak, holding the child in one hand, picking up the phone in one hand, and dialing the phone.

"Hello, the call you made has been turned off..."

"Would you take care of your Moan?" Song Shizhen took a picture of the child's back. If a third person was present at the moment, he could definitely find the anger of his eyes.

"Uncle Mo is gone..."

The small watermelon suddenly felt that when he was in the Song Dynasty, he tightened his strength with his own arm. Not only did he not cry, but he even stuck to the other side - this kind of hug can give the child a sense of security.

"What do you want now?" Song Shiyi looked at the empty room and opened his mouth.

The little watermelon snorted and whispered for a while, "I want to sleep with Uncle Song, I am afraid."

Song Shizhen was silent for a moment, and actually agreed to the child's request.

Huacheng’s bar party.

Moan glanced at the watch and said, "It is not early, I will go back first."

The friends around me grabbed Moan and said, "This is only an hour to go back. You want to be a good house woman?! No, I haven't seen you for a long time. I must have a night all night!"

Moan was not too worried about the child at home, but was convinced by his friends and took a cup of "pop" to drink.

Forget it, the child didn't have the habit of getting up at night. It's boring to go back now. It's better to stay and have a good time.

Moan soon left the little watermelon thing behind.

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