Breaking up, No Joke

The magic flame slowly descended from the heights and looked at the opposite bamboo end. He raised his eyebrows: "I don't know if the fairy is coming to my magic hall. What are you doing?"

Bamboo is faint: "Clean up the portal."

Zhuang Xuer, who stood on one side, heard a stiff voice.

The magic flame laughed, and in the blink of an eye, it was teleported to the front of the bamboo. He whispered: "It’s just a stupid woman. It’s just one person stepping into the devil world. Is it true that it’s true that it’s true?”

Zhuang Xuer’s eyes are dark, his fingertips are reversed, and a cold light is sent to the magic flame without mercy.

Master, he can only be her!

"Card" Qiu guide shouted with satisfaction, then pulled the screenwriter to the side to discuss the plot, only hurriedly left a rest.

Chu Wenwen stood on one side and looked at Moan coldly and asked for a good time. He snorted and turned back to the lounge.

The little assistant bitterly followed her behind her.

Bai Yu frowned and looked at Moan Yu, who was chasing him behind him. For the first time, he felt very helpless. "Is it free tonight? Let's talk about it."

Moan’s action was a nod, and he smiled and nodded.

Not far away, Xiao Zhang looked at the interaction between Bai Yu and Moan, and his heart began to feel restless.

After the night, Bai Yu and Moan drove to the nearby snack street, bought a skewer of beer, and sipped on the riverside to eat and chat.

Moan drank a swig of beer and a slow skewer: "I never thought about it, we will squat on the riverside to drink."

"Me too." Bai Yu was not very emotional for the past two days. He drank half a bottle of beer and slowly talked more.

Moan greedily looked at Bai Yu’s side face, by the dim light, again and again.

Bai was aware of the hot sight around him, frowned, but did not say anything, and said: "We are not suitable between us."

Moan quietly looked at Bai Yu, then threw the beer bottle on the ground, making a "squeaky" sound, half a bottle of beer sprinkled on the ground.

Bai Yu was not blind, picked up a bunch of meat and continued to eat, indifferent: "I told you, I will not be with you."

Moan stood up against Bai Yu and looked at the rolling river and lowered his voice. "I saw it."

‘‘9,,“The small watermelons were picked up by Song Shizhen in the past few days, right?” Mo’s look looked more and more hazy under the cover of darkness. “You have compounded!”

Bai Yu Emei: "This has nothing to do with you. Moan Yu, your hand is too long."

"How can it have nothing to do with me. I like you, I should know everything about you!" Moan said.

"I have been busy these days, I took the initiative to ask him." Bai Yu got up, he was so dizzy by the cold wind.

"If Song Shizhen is not a Song family, he has nothing, will you still die of him?" Moan looked at him sideways, his eyes plain.

"Do you think I chose to be with him for money?"

Moan said nothing at all: "Is it not?"

Bai Yu was laughed at the air and said: "I have made a debut at the age of sixteen. Although I can't say it all over the world, I also got one or two masterpieces."

"As long as I think, half of the entertainment people I have to pack, I still need to be raised by someone? Moan Yu, you can't afford to see me!"

"You know, I don't know what anyone can play." Bai Yu's face was frosty.

Moan is in a stalemate, "I'm sorry."

Bai Yu took a deep breath and stood side by side with him and said, "I said that we are not suitable between us. From the concept and family."

Moan stood in the same place, watching the back of Bai Yu’s words after turning around and saying that the ups and downs of the chest were getting heavier and heavier.

But you still haven't told me whether you are compounded.

Song.

Song Shiyi tapped the keyboard with both hands, constantly issuing instructions at the port that jumped out, and his face was cold and serious.

Secretary Chu swallowed a slobber, and said in a clear tone: "...the brothers talked for 30 minutes in the box. Afterwards, Qi Lin was acting abnormally and initially concluded that they should be planning a kidnapping."

Renting suburban warehouses, unlicensed cars, sacks, ropes, diapers, etc. A series of things is enough to prove that the Qi brothers are going to jump over the wall.

In the Song Dynasty, he slammed his hand and continued to tap the action. He said: "The Mo family has to smash the tree, and Qi Lin cannot do anything."

"The president, we should..."

After handling all the ports on the computer, Song Shiyi stood up and wore a suit jacket and said: "According to the original plan. After five minutes, the shareholder video conference will be held. You will transfer the recent sales and schedules of the company. ”

Secretary Chu nodded and walked out of the office to prepare the materials for the meeting.

The next day.

Bai Yu likes to eat steamed pork ribs, but small watermelons don't like to eat. He likes to eat chicken wings.

So, Bai Yu stood in front of the freezer and held ribs and chicken wings with small watermelons.

The small watermelon pouted, and the little scorpion behind the head was put on the table. "Hey, we don't eat ribs. Are we eating chicken?"

Bai Yu refused: "We have eaten chicken wings for two days, and we must eat pork ribs today."

"But the ribs are not good." The small watermelon was in a hurry.

"No!" Bai Yu hesitated in the ribs and chicken wings, or bought two copies, the provincial watermelon was awkward.

The small watermelon holds the legs of Bai Yu and looks at the chicken wings inside the cart.

I don't know if it is a narrow road or a red line for the old man. On the way back, Bai Yu met Song Shiyi.

Xiao watermelon strongly invited Song Shiyi: "Song Shushu, hegemony bought chicken wings, are you coming to be a guest?"

Bai Yu’s hand holding the small watermelon was stiff, and immediately in the child’s expectation, he said, “Do you eat together? I bought the food.”

Song Shizhen took a deep look at Bai Yu and nodded.

Bai Yu, who thought that the man would refuse, stunned.

The three men walked into the house one after another, and Bai Yu walked into the kitchen with a dish, washing his hands and cooking with a heart that wanted to show off his kitchen skills.

When I was in the Song Dynasty, I looked down at the small watermelon. The tone was cold but gentle. "Good boy, can you invite me to see your study?"

"There is no study at home." Small watermelon is awkward.

"You know, where does your father like to put photos?" Song Shi touched his head and whispered.

The small watermelon eyes brightened, and couldn’t wait to pull Song Shi to see his own photos.

Bai Yu, who is still working hard in the kitchen to wash vegetables and cut meat, still doesn't know his secrets. He will almost be seen by the people who are least willing to find out!

Song Shiyi picked up two thick photo albums and opened a few sheets. They found that they were basically cypresses when they were young, green and sunny.

The hand paused. Song Shiyi reached out and wiped the gray on the photo. The thumb rested on Bai’s face and rubbed it for a while.

The other album is basically a photo of the small watermelon from birth to the present.

Song Shizhen had a few sheets of perfunctory, until he turned over a few photos, he stopped the action on his hand. The photo was taken by the camera, and the protagonist in the photo was Song Shiyi himself.

The small watermelon is lying on the ground, a serious introduction: "Baby likes the baby, and also likes Uncle Song."

Song Shiyi’s face has been sloping on weekdays, which has eased a lot. “Have your father used to kiss my photos?”

The small watermelon turned his head and fixed his look at Song Shiyi, nodding his mouth and reluctantly.

Do not have a photo of the baby!

Song Shiyi nodded, then when he took care of the small watermelon, he took away some of the photos he had been photographed, and then put the photo album back, calmly holding the small watermelon and leaving the bedroom of Bai Yu.

However, the Song and Bai people’s meals ended in advance after they had not finished eating.

The reason was that after Song Shiyi received a phone call temporarily, he said that he would return to the company for a meeting. After he finished, the man went over and hugged the cypress who was serving the dish before leaving.

After a long time, Bai Yu kept the position of the dish, and the ear tip was red. He looked at the small watermelon standing in the living room and said, "Come and eat, there is roast chicken wings."

Little watermelon is all sad and stunned and pulls his head: "Hey, why didn't Song Shushu go?"

Bai Yu helped the small watermelon to wear a small apron and smashed a spoonful of white porridge. He said, "Uncle Song went to make money to buy diapers for you, hey, open his mouth, and take another bite."

Outside the door, Song Shizhen, who left early, was confronting Mo'an.

Moan didn't expect that he would actually encounter the scene of Song Shi's coming out of Bai Yu's home. He was gloomy and suppressed his anger: "I don't know that Song always likes to lick others' pillows."

Song Shizhen was not annoyed, and he did not change his face and responded: "I remember, he seems to have refused you, just here."

Moan suddenly blackened his face, apparently remembering the scene he had previously refused by Bai Yu, and said coldly: "He is my person. Song Shiyi, don't be too much."

Song Shi glanced at him, his eyes full of contempt and coldness. "You are qualified to say this? He should have not agreed to be with you."

Moan, who was poked in the center of this sentence, violently screamed, "Roll! This is what I am with him!"

Song Shiyi ignored him. When he lifted his foot and Moan passed by, he whispered: "Do you think you can replace Mo?"

The "叮" elevator door opens.

Moan returned to God and said, "What do you mean?"

When the elevator door closed, Song Shiyi did not answer him. Moan stood in the same place for a long while, then turned and pressed the doorbell of Bai Yujia.

"How come you?" Bai Yu frowned, looking back at the small watermelon in the living room, and immediately broke the line: "Let's talk outside."

Moan watched Bai Yu take the lead to the corner of the stairs, silently followed up, dumbly said: "Would you like to leave here with me?"

"What happened to you?" Bai Yu felt subconscious and was not right.

Moan avoided talking: "It's okay. Just want to ask you, don't want to."

Bai Yu’s irritated squat pulled his hair. He always felt that Mo’an was a little weird in the past few days, but he asked him, he didn’t say “may be somewhat wrong, but I still want to say, I hope this is the last time. I heard you say these words." Bai Yu leaned back against the wall, took out a half pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and took out a cockroach and lit it in his mouth.

"Why? Just because I wasn't you at first?" Moan looked a little excited and began to nervously use the nails to rub the heart of his heart.

Bai Yu sighed. "I really don't feel it to you. Can you tell me this kind of thing? It's too damn. You can't afford to put it down?"

I have said these sticky words twice, and I feel that I am a scum man.

Two fingers sandwiched the cigarette and took a deep breath. Bai Yu threw the cigarette **** on the ground, and used the tip of the shoe to grind the Mars. He touched his hair. "I will go back first. Later, I will not mention it any more. Otherwise, We can't even make friends."

Moan was silent in the eyes, and looked at Bai Yu without any waves. After standing in the airy corridor for a long time, it was stiff and lifted away.

The phone ringing in the "bell" phone rings.

Moan answered the phone, and the cold tone passed to the other side through the mobile phone. "You can do it."

He has given him the opportunity, he does not cherish.

That is why, no wonder he is.

□ The author's gossip: Hey, just got the worms and sent them up, what? [055] accident