Breaking up, No Joke

After a busy day of recording, Bai Yu dragged his tired body to open the door and walked into the living room. When he saw Song Shiyi still not sleeping, he glanced at the second floor subconsciously and said, "Is the small watermelon sleeping?"

Song Shiyi closed the work computer and went to the kitchen to give him a bowl of soup and said, "Come and rest."

Bai Yu chats with him while drinking: "Is he still used to moving here today? Are you crying?"

In the past two days, Bai Yu’s work was busy, and the publicity was everywhere. After the publicity was completed, he went to record the reality show, so the move was completely handed over to Song Shizhen.

Song Shiyi did not complain about this.

"You are not there, when will he not cry?" Song Shi was indifferent. "You can focus on the movie as before, don't be too busy."

"I want to make money to raise my son. How can I raise my money? Don't look at me with this kind of eyes. If you don't want to do it in the future, what do I take to support the two?" Bai Yu is enjoying the love of Song Shizhen.

Song Shizhen was almost mad at him, but he was not willing to treat him. "Are you going to do this in the future? After a long time, he will not kiss you."

Bai Yu finished the soup and said: "How could I give him the opportunity to alienate me? After I have finished this time, I am going to take a break. Always shooting the same role will limit the road."

"And, I don't intend to keep my son's possession intact, so that I won't be able to take care of him when we are busy." Bai Yu took the bowl into the kitchen and threw it into the dishwasher.

"You want to take him to film? I don't agree!" Song Shizhen instantly cold face.

Bai Yu smiled, sitting in the Song when he was sitting on the leg, holding the man's head with his hand, said casually: "How is it possible. I want to take him with me when I want to film, and I also intend to go back to film." ”

"Take a TV is too tired, slow rhythm and drag. My goal is to go international, become an international superstar." Bai Yu joked, and slammed the man's face, hehe.

Song Shiyi was stunned by his actions. With this action, he picked up the man and said: "I remember that you didn't work tomorrow."

"Yeah. It didn't take long to leave Tingfeng. How could they be willing to give me good resources? The right is to give yourself a vacation." Bai Yu laughed and was not afraid, holding his man's neck and shaking his feet.

"Song cannon, let me see if you have been looking for a small three in the past two years of your heart and soul." Bai Yu was still ignorant of Song Shiyi before he was held into the bedroom.

The answer to him is the love of a pile driver.

The next day.

Bo Yu got up and refreshed, standing at the window and looking around. "I don't dare to pay neighbors when I live here."

Song Shiyi leaned on the bed and worked in the bed. "You have handed over neighbors before?"

"No. But at that time it was because I was embarrassed to play with others." Bai Yu took a deep breath, then squatted on the sofa and said, "Song Shiyi, where did you move my lazy couch?"

In the Song Dynasty, Shantou did not lift and said: "Miscellaneous."

Bo Yuzhen jumped up from the sofa and involved the wound that could not be said behind him. The sadness continued to fall. "My waist seems to be twisted..."

Song Shiyi couldn't bear to stand up, hugged Bai Yu to the bed and pressed him to the back. "You shouldn't wave it last night." Mr. Song is not only rigorously cold under the bed, but also the movement in the bed is very strict. The rules are unchanged.

Since the opening of the cypress, Bai Yu has extravagantly released himself on the bed. As a song, Song Shizhen, who is trying to loosen his mouth, tried several new postures on the bed.

Shuang is cool, but Bai Yu ignores that he is not a 20-year-old lush teenager, and his body's flexibility is not so good. "Berge doesn't want to dominate the rivers and lakes." Bai Yu rebuked him while enjoying the man's own Senior service, while bragging, "Moreover, you were not cool last night?... Hey, light, light, painful!"

Song Shi slammed his face. "The next time you don't make a fool, you don't have a door."

Bai Yu snorted and was very comfortable to massage: "No. I have to exercise again in these two days, pick up my six packs, and practice my flexibility, ambiguity, and never let the nightlife be too monotonous."

Song Shiyi Senran, "monotonous? If you agree not to bring a set, I can accompany you for a month."

Bai Yu shook his head coldly. "I will never make the third mistake with the same mistake. You are dead."

Song Shi sighed, "There will be no next time."

Bo Yu licked his lips. "I need time, and I don't have any plans for this."

Song Shiyi leaned over and pressed on Bai Yu, kissed his hairpin. "I don't force you, there is a small watermelon. But I hope you can let go."

Bai Yu turned over and confronted him face-to-face. The tone was unspeakable: "I have already tried it, but not so fast. And, I thought you would let me have more to live with you."

Listening to the youth's words like spoiling, Song Xuan's heart was finally put down, glaring at his lower lip. "I don't mind if you want to. But if you don't want it, the little watermelon will be enough."

After all, Song Shiyi always thought that he would not have a son in his life, but the appearance of Bai Yu made his former luxury become a reality.

Therefore, it doesn't matter if you live or not.

Just when the two men were not happy to get married, when they were ready to be in love, they heard the knocking of the door when they came across the door.

The small watermelon gasped, blushing, and sweating on the forehead, excitedly said loudly: "Hegemony, hegemony, come out to play."

Bad son.

Song Shiyi turned over and got out of bed, and Bai Yu followed his black face.

Open the door, when the small watermelon saw Bai Yu, his eyes lit up, and he handed the little red flower in his hand to Bai Yu, a serious saying: "Hegemony, flowers."

Bai Yu looked at the small red flower that was obviously coming from someone else's house. He couldn't help but say: "Where are you picking it?"

The small watermelon is embarrassed to start with the finger, and the opposite side of the finger, "I was given to me by the uncle next door, hey, the little watermelon was picked for the hegemony."

Song Shizhen leaned against the door. When Bai was busy propagating the program, he always brought him a small watermelon. As a result, this little white-eyed wolf was full of his father.

The little watermelon licked his head and rushed up. He held the thigh of Song Shiyi, looked up and smiled dumbly: "Judi, we went to pick flowers and give it to the hegemony."

Song Shiyi accepted it with pleasure.

Bai Yu smiled and leaned forward.

This book leaves direct view of Mr. Zhang's eyes, not willing to say: "Why, on what is the tornado is Bai Yu? I am no worse than him!,," Oh. Mr. Zhang said coldly, he looked at the stock plate on the screen without looking up. For a while, he saw Ye Hang still not leaving, could not help but say: "Is there anything else?" Nothing, go out first, I still have things. ”

Ye Hang sat down in a chair and angered: "The name of the chapter! I Ye Hang believes that it is not worse than Bai Yu. I signed him with an A-level contract. I don't have any resources he can get! This is not fair!"

Mr. Zhang ridiculed: "There is no way to be unfair. There are so many resources in the company. Of course, whoever is red will give it to you. If you don't have someone, you don't want to get the same treatment as others."

"I don't accept it!" Ye Hang angered. "He bai bai to red fart. Isn't he just selling the **** to get the invitation of the tornado? If I want to sell, I still lack the gold master? I don't believe that Tingfeng really wants Raise an artist without real material!"

“Selling ass?” Mr. Zhang’s eyes blinked and he turned his face and did not recognize the person. He picked up the waste paper at hand and went to Ye Hang’s body. “Even if he really has a big money, it means that people have more skills than you. You are not satisfied, are you going to find one?"

"Also, the company is not allowed to raise large sums of money, the rules of the rules." Mr. Zhang said coldly, "If there is another time, I don't mind letting you take a break to start work."

Ye Hang’s mouth moved and left the office with anger.

Out of the company, the male assistant quickly came up to help him pull the door. Ye Hang sat in and said to himself: "Isn't it just selling ass, or the kind of two-footed boat, be careful not to make a difference. Otherwise I see how you mix!"

The male assistant sat on one side and looked at the nose and nose. The right did not hear.

Ye Hang looked at the window with a sullen face, and the bottom of his eyes flashed dull.

Wang Ba with green beans, it is really green to home.

However, he is very curious, if one day Song Shiyi learned that his little lover is a monk who walked on two boats, and he did not know how he would pack Bai Yu.

Oh, disgusting.

On the other side, Bai Yu and the small watermelon lie on the balcony and basking in the sun, looking lazy.

The villa of Song Shiyi is located in the high-end villa area of ​​the city center. The people living in the surrounding area are either not rich or expensive, or they are political family, so the security system is much stronger than the apartment where he lived.

So, when Bai Lai now holds the child lying on the balcony and basking in the sun, there is no need to worry that the small watermelon will be photographed by the paparazzi and will be drowsy in the sun, squatting on the chest of Bo Yu.

Bai Yu didn't mind, enjoying this rare leisure, the winter sun shining on his body, especially comfortable.

"Little watermelon, are you willing to go to work with Dad?" Bai Yu patted the child's ass, fell asleep in the afternoon, and fell asleep, and it was all right.

The small watermelon looked up in a confused way and licked the chest of the cypress: "Oh, willing."

"Did you work during this time, are you not happy?" Bai Yu shook the child [Top Fiction Team]

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The small watermelon was woken up and not angry, nodded, and said carefully: "Well. I don't like to do the hegemony work, the hegemony will bring me next time."

Bai Yu smiled and promised.

The child immediately smiled, his eyes bright, especially cute eyes, and the milk said: "Then I like to dominate."

"I also like you the most." Bai Yu smiled, and began to figure out, thinking that after he and Tingfeng's contract expired, they can slowly take the small watermelon out.

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