Breaking up, No Joke

After Song Shiyi had a good night with the big brother at the video, he closed the computer and got ready to get up and leave.

Back to the bedroom, the indifference on the face of Song Shizhen instantly broke the ice, and he walked over helplessly, patted the **** of the young man and said, "What are you doing?"

Bai Yu blushes. "I am exercising. I didn't see me. Is this an aerobics? Dog."

Song Tu dog sat on the side with a deep face, watching the young people constantly change their fitness movements, licking their lips: "It’s just a filming, you don’t have to work hard."

"I am still young, I can eat this bowl of youth, but when I am old and become old bacon, I will be squeezed out by a steady stream of small meat." Bai Yu finished fitness exercise, standing on the bed loose bones "So I have to upgrade my hardware earlier, and I will never leave it to those outside."

Song Shizhen said coldly: "People can not be used here, you forgot your gender?"

"It’s all by the face, it’s ugly, and now it’s all equal. How can we not use this word?” Bai Yu softly fell on the bed and retorted.

On the mouth of the guns, Song Shiyi will never be able to rival Bai Yu, otherwise he will not let him take so many unreasonable nicknames.

Song Shiyi took off his coat, climbed into the bed, closed his eyes and slept, but did not expect that Bai Yu, who was on the side, slammed himself, opened his eyes in an impatient manner, rolled over and pressed, "What?"

Bai Yu poked his forehead with his fingers and said in a word: "Go brush your teeth and wash your face and go to bed."

Song Shizhen: "..." turned over and got out of bed.

Bai Yuzhen was at the bedside, took out the mobile phone to brush the micro-broadcast comment, took a selfie, polished the skin, and smashed it for five minutes before sending it up.

Bai Yu V: Happy New Year 2* [图图]

[哟哟哟 哟哟哟 actually still beautiful, Xiao Boge began to love beauty. 】

[A trip to the sun, the New Year’s Spring Festival Evening has appeared Xiao Boge, singing awesome! 】

Bo Ge smiled, the Spring Festival Evening in the new southwest will be released this evening. Now it is more than eleven o'clock, and fans know that he is not surprised at the Spring Festival Gala.

At the end of the Song Dynasty, the wash was finished, and the body was chilled into the bed, habitually holding the youth who played the phone in his arms and said, "Sleep."

"There are fifteen minutes, I have to watch the night." Bai Yuyi is holding his mobile phone in his hand. "What do you do so quickly, you don't have to go to work tomorrow."

"Sleep." Song Shiyi did not like, pulled down his face and took the phone off, and then placed it at the bedside.

Bai Yu looked at Song Shiyi silently. "You have changed."

In the past, Song Shiyi did not like the habit of brushing his mobile phone before going to bed, but he did not take a tough attitude when he robbed his mobile phone in the Song Dynasty. He turned his hand off and turned off the light. When the house fell into darkness, he was cold. The voice just sounded inside the house. "I used to be too used to you."

Since I knew that the small watermelon was my own child with Bai Yu, Song Shiyi began to reflect on himself after experiencing the initial excitement and incredulity.

If it wasn't that he used to be too accustomed to Bai Yu, the other party would not dare to run the ball casually, and he finally made up his mind to return, but he took the identity of his child.

So much so, their second child is gone.

Bai Yu licked his mouth, and the old man was a boring sigh. After a while he yawned and fell asleep soon.

Song Shiyi closed his eyes and didn't take long to fall asleep.

At the same time, Moan, who is far away from other countries, sat quietly at the window, looking at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, holding a mobile phone tightly in his hand, and his eyes flashed through the dark light.

On the bright screen, there is a text message that has not been sent, because the owner of the mobile phone is always dissatisfied with the text message that he edited, so he changed it and did not send it.

Moan’s finger on his finger, watching the text message that has not been sent, sighed.

SMS content: Happy New Year, Bai Yu.

He still doesn't dare.

On the first day of the New Year, Song Shizhen stood in the kitchen and had a steaming dumpling in front of him.

These dumplings were left when the Song family left Song family last night. Song mother was forced to give it to him, saying that he brought it back and tasted it.

Bai Yu walked over with sleepy eyes and squatted on the back of Song Shiyi like a koala. "What have you been doing so early on New Year's Day?"

Bai Yu, who was awakened in the morning, was very dissatisfied with the habit of picking up too early in the Song Dynasty. The feeling of no one being warmed by the bed was really bad. Song Houyi frowned: "Go brush your teeth and wash your face."

Bai Yu shook his head and said, "After eating and brushing, the first day of the new year, I have to be decadent."

The small watermelon appeared on the door of the kitchen with messy hair and pajamas. "Do you want to steal it?"

Bai Yu was full of black lines.

Song Shiyi picked up the dumplings and put them on a plate and handed them to Bai Yu. "Take him to brush his teeth and wash your face, then eat breakfast."

Bai Yu snorted and took the small watermelon to the bathroom. While helping the child brush his teeth, he stared at the messy hair behind his head and said, "I will help you cut off the hair behind your head. Get up every morning. too tired."

Little watermelon refused: "No."

Bai Yu grinds him. "If you want it, I will help you cut it out in a few days. It must be very good."

Xiao watermelon let Bai Yu help himself wash his face. After washing his face, he jumped off a small stool and pointed at Bai Yu with anger: "No!"

Bai Yu looked at the stupid son and ran out, picked up the toothbrush and brushed his teeth and said, "German."

The dumplings that Song Mama gave to Song Shizhen were the chef's bag of the Song family. The taste was delicious and very delicious. Even the small watermelons had eaten four before they stopped their mouths.

"Hegemony, eat well." Small watermelon eyes looked at Bai Yu.

Bai Yu snorted. "You can talk to your grandmother the next time you go to your grandmother's house."

Xiao watermelon said happily: "Okay, okay."

Song Shizhen said: "I will move after the year."

Bai Yu swallowed the dumplings and said: "How come moving so quickly?"

“The apartment that I lived in before moved into the water, but at that time, the secretary started to repair the house in the city center.” Song Shiyi said faintly, “I can move in after the year.”

“When did you have a house in the city center?” Bai Yu asked subconsciously.

Song Shiyi looked at him meaningfully: "You bought it one year after you left."

"Oh." Bai Yu took another dumpling and chewed it while eating. "But after years, my work is busy. Can you clean it up?"

"Yeah." Song Shiyi said, "Is this house reserved or rented out?" "Why should my house be rented to others, and I don't need this money." Bai Yu was full and continued: "I I spent most of my savings and kept it for me."

The small watermelon repeats his words: "Make a memorial."

Bo is happy, "Come on, let Dad help you cut off the mane behind your head."

The small watermelon stiffened a bit, squinting into the arms of Song Shiyi, and complained: "Ji Di, don't cut or cut."

In the Song Dynasty, he licked the scorpion of a small watermelon and calmed his face: "What do boys do with their nephews."

The little watermelon shook his head, and the little scorpion followed and moved: "Good-looking."

Bai Yu hugged his hands on his chest, tilted his legs and took out the flat to watch TV. He said casually: "The little boy stays cute, wait until he goes to elementary school and cut it again."

Small watermelons nodded and nodded, full of approval.

Song Shiyi no longer raised objections.

It’s decided that the moving thing and the hair of the small watermelon are so decided.

Song's father Song mother kept on visiting the guests who visited the door from the beginning of the year. After all, the identity of the Song family was there.

So when they got busy, they forgot to let Song Shizhen bring the little watermelon back.

At the beginning of the seventh year, the street was full of flavor, but the employees of the major companies in Huacheng had to go back to work.

At the beginning of the year, Bai Yu’s work was to promote new dramas and run variety shows, interviews, and to take a break before taking the script.

After all, the audience likes a star again, and it is also aesthetically tired. They are not willing to see the same person every time they open a show.

Although the bullscreen is good, it is better to create a mystery in moderation.

And if the electric playbook is too diligent, the small watermelon is often left alone at home. He is worried that after a long time, the child's mind will definitely be affected.

At the beginning of February, the press conference of the Jiuzhong Tianzhuo premiere was held in the stadium of Huacheng, and all the major journalists appeared on the scene.

The premiere tidbits were broadcast on the big screen, and the beautiful idiots and the cold singer’s cp suddenly ignited the enthusiasm of the scene, especially when the big screen flashed over Mo’an’s domineering demon. The reporter’s microphones were lifted.

"Since Moan is in the show, why didn't he come to the premiere?"

"There have been several Xian Xia drama screens last year, but the ratings of the streets have repeatedly told us that it is really difficult for the Xian Xia drama to please the audience."

"Chu Wenwen heard that you were sad at the scene. Is this true?"

Qiu guided the old **** to say: "I can only say that the boutique must be red ^" female host Chu Wenwen smiled slightly: "I am the same age as Bai Yu, everyone is very good at the studio, I do not know why there is this A rumor came out."

Bai Yu explained: "Yes. All of us are playing very well on the set. As for the rumors that will make our pure friendship die, we will stop it early."

If you do this, you will be confused in the dark. They are good friends in front of cameras and reporters.

"Bei Yu, are you confident that this drama will surpass Xiao Houye and create the King of the TV again?"

The reporter’s sentence instantly silenced the scene. Everyone quietly looked at Bai Yu and waited for his answer.

On the face of Bai Yu’s face, with a sly smile, with a hint of careless charm, it attracted the attention of everyone: “I can’t count the cows alone, and I have to watch the audience like it or not.”

In a word, four or two are dialed, and both sides take care of it. Although the reporter was dissatisfied with Bai Yu's vague explanation, he did not dare to entangle the premiere propaganda perfectly.

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