Breaking up, No Joke

The next day, the small watermelon opened his eyes in the arms of Song Shi. Because I cried too much last night, so the eyelids swollen after getting up in the morning, ugly and ugly.

Song Shifu frowned and told the secretary to the phone: "This morning's meeting was delayed by one hour. I will go to the hospital later, you will contact the Children's Section."

Secretary Chu was originally preparing to say that you did not have a family doctor. After hearing the contact with the pediatrician, he was silent.

In the Song Dynasty, he sang a few secretaries of Chu, and then hung up the phone. He turned and saw that the small watermelon was standing in the living room with bare feet.

"Hegemony... Uncle, I don't want to go to the hospital."

Song Shiyi took a look at him and said faintly: "What was your head caught?"

The little watermelon body is stiff, and the tears are spinning in the eyes.

When Song Shiyi saw it, he did not continue to ask questions. "Eat breakfast on the table, I will send you to the hospital."

"Can I go to the hegemony?" Little watermelon thought about it. He hadn't seen Bai Yu for four or five days. The restlessness and grievances in his heart needed to be comforted.

"I can try to contact him." Song Shiyi turned on the computer, began to process the work email, and said that he did not lift his head.

The small watermelon licks the milk bread.

The doctor coughed, and in the face of this powerful young father, he always had a feeling of not being able to breathe.

The secretary of Chu held a small watermelon, standing behind the Song Dynasty, silently remembering the contact phone number of Bai Yu in the bottom of his heart, and praying that the other party did not delete himself in the chat software.

Song Shizhen said coldly: "What is the result of the inspection?"

"There is nothing wrong with it. It is being smashed. I will smear it with a little ointment. It will soon be fine." The doctor whispered, and did not dare to look directly into the other's eyes.

“What is the taboo?” Song Shiyi looked down and asked.

"This is not the case. It will be better to pay more attention in the future." The doctor thought that this should be the first time as a parent. The child just licked the skin injury and wanted to hang the expert number. It was really a lot of money.

Song Shiyi nodded and took the small watermelon from the secretary of Chu and said, "You go to get the medicine."

Secretary Chu took the list handed over by the doctor, and the foot was full of wind.

When Song Shizhen took the small watermelon and just returned to the car, he received a call from Bai Yu.

The phone was connected, and Bai Yu asked with a slight question: "Are you looking for me?"

"..." Song Shiyi handed the phone to the small watermelon.

The small watermelon was wronged when he heard the sound of Bai Yu. One brain said all the grievances that he had received at the Mo family yesterday, and whispered in a small voice.

Bai Yu did not change his tone, gently comforted the small watermelon, and then asked him why he stayed with the Song Dynasty.

The reason for the explanation of the small watermelon.

The child returned the phone, and the two adults held the phone, waiting for the other party to open the voice.

Bai Yuqing Qing Zizi, "Thank you for this, I... there are still 13 days to come back."

Song Shizhen was silent and did not speak.

Bai Yu cursed at the bottom of his heart, but he could only show weakness for his stupid son. "Can he please take care of you first during this time? I will come back as soon as possible." He has not dared to hand over the small watermelon to Moan.

Song Shizhen said coldly: "I will ask you for the same reward."

After that, this overbearing man hangs up his phone and has nothing to worry about.

Bai Yu: "..."

From time to time, the secretary of Chu turned his head and looked at Song Shiyi.

In the Song Dynasty, he was allowed to leave his own arm, and a pair of Taishan collapsed in front of the color and remained cold.

Moan couldn't see the small watermelon in the whole house, and the reason was on the edge of anger.

The egg tarts are dead on the carpet.

"Find!"

"Give me the little boy! Or you all will give me a roll!"

Moan thundered at the other end of the phone.

As a result, after Moan had just ordered the people to finish looking for small watermelons, Bai Yu’s phone call came over.

"Hey, it's me."

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