Breaking up, No Joke

Qi Wei gasped and squatted on the ground like a dog of a family, his eyes continually squeezing out tears, stuttering and talking about the small details of his love with Song Shiyi, trying to make the latter sympathize with his own.

He always thought that Song Shizhen came to pick him up and leave here. Yes, but the current situation is a bit like revenge!

He now prefers to let Song Shizhen always remember his own existence!

Song Shiyi’s cold eyes and frosty face, when he heard the intermittent memories of Qi Tong, the corner of his mouth evoked a curve, without temperature. “Is it? I forgot.”

forgotten?

Qi Qi thought about rushing over, but he was beaten by the eye and his hands were on the ground. When he was not close to the man, he fell back on the ground. He was so painful that he couldn’t say anything. "You, you lied to me! How can you forget?" How could I forget it!"

How did they love each other in the past, how could Song Shizhen forget? This is all the man's nonsense! Correct! It is his nonsense!

Qi Qi did not want to believe in Song Shiyi, but when their eyes were in contact with the air, he quickly caught the disgust and full of disgust of the latter's eyes.

Qi Qi was stupid, and he said with a dull face, "How can you forget me? Why don't you remember me? What qualifications do you not love me?"

Song Shizhen sneered and waved his hand. A large group of thugs walked to the door and stood waiting for the man's next order.

"When you left, I actually found you soon." Song Shizhen stood up and looked at Qi Hao. "I saw you and the blond man walked into the hotel, it was disgusting!"

"I never thought about it. When you left the house, you really didn't have anything. For a little money, even the body would sell it."

Qi Yu's subconscious argument, "I don't! I am just an ordinary friend relationship with him!"

“Ordinary friends will buy two people together to buy a cover? Lubricant?” Song Shizhen sneered.

Qi Hao suddenly looked up at Song Shizhen, "So, this is why after I returned to China, you have not agreed to go to bed with me?"

"Dirty!" Song Shizhen spit out a word coldly, looking at Qi Xiao’s expression of a dull moment, and there was a hate in his heart.

Yes, he suspects that he is dirty!

Not only the body, but also the heart is dirty, Qi Qi, he is no longer the gentle and courteous Qi Jiasan in memory.

Moreover, if it wasn't for this person who was insatiable in the past, he would like to get more step by step. Bai Yu will not sneak away when he has a small watermelon!

But in the end, Song Shizhen is also escaping one by one. He is not willing to accept because of his own negligence, he missed so much and hurt so much.

Qi Hao sighed, "Where are you better than me? Song Shiyi, all of your Song family are damned!"

Looking at Qi’s heartbreaking roar, Song Shiyi suddenly lost his desire to continue with this person. The anger of his eyes gradually dissipated, and he took a deep look at it and finally said nothing. Turn around and leave.

Qi Wei looked at the back of the Song Dynasty with a dumbfounded look, and suddenly felt a sense of uneasiness. This man can never run just to say a few words to himself...

Just thinking, Qi Wei saw three black-handed beaters walking forward with their sticks, and the expression was cold.

Qi Hao’s bad feelings finally came true, shaking his hands and constantly retreating backwards, his mouth whispering: “Go away, walk away!

... I, I, Song Shi, you are a beast! I hate you! I hate you! ... ah ah! ! ! "Song Shizhen stood at the door of the hall, standing next to him, and the two quietly listened to the cry and the sound of sticks from the little black house behind him."

"Things are clean."

"Song always rest assured that we will never have any flaws in doing things."

Song Shiyi coveted.

Two hours later, a junkyard near the shopping street in the city centre.

A hand twisted and twisted into a group to sleep on the broken mat, the mouth constantly whispered and screamed, and the half-sounding voice could not say a complete sentence - look closely, the chin's chin has a pool of blood, around the mouth The strange depression went down ^ because he couldn’t speak again, he couldn’t write the word, and he couldn’t walk. Therefore, they will safely throw this person into the bustling urban area and let him die.

Not far away, a black extended car parked in place.

The driver said uneasy: "Song total?"

Song Shi glanced at the direction of the embarrassment, faintly said: "Drive, go back to the apartment."

The driver drove quickly and slowly left the crowded city centre.

When I was in the Song Dynasty, I met the secretary of Chu and came back from school with a small watermelon. I walked over and took a small watermelon. I said to the secretary of Chu: "Go back."

Of course, it is good to get off work early, and the secretary of Chu is busy leaving.

A big one fell into the house, the small watermelon snorted, poked the face of Song Shizhen, whispered: "Uncle Song?"

Song Shiyi held the hand of a small watermelon tightly, and said for a while: "When is your father coming back?"

"I don't know." The little watermelon struggled down from the arms of Song Shiyi, and then hugged the eggs with joy, and whispered, "Song Uncle, I want to eat sugar."

Wen Yan, when Song Song came down, looked at the small watermelon and said: "You don't like sugar."

The small watermelon was embarrassed to bow his head and gently rubbed the eggs of the quail egg: "The hegemony likes to eat."

Song Shiyi reached out and touched the hair of a small watermelon. He looked at the other face that had almost the same appearance as Bai Yu. The heart could not suppress the love of this child: "Good boy."

According to the time projection, this child was probably three years ago, Bai Yu and his last time before going to bed before the Cold War.

Song Shizhen’s look flashed joy, and the love for small watermelons became more and more uncontrollable.

This is, Bai Yu and his children...

Belong to the children of both of them.

Xiaomian looked at Song Shiyi uneasy. He always felt that today's Song Shushu's eyes were weird and he could not help but step back.

Coincidentally, Bai Yu opened the door and walked in. He saw the Song Dynasty in the house clearly, and then walked over and said, "How come you?"

Near the end of the year, Song's work will be much more than before, and Bai Yu remembers that as the CEO, Song Shiyi is usually busy until the early hours of work.

Song Shizhen stood up and looked directly at Bai Yu’s eyes and said, "Nothing."

Bai Yu Emei, Song Shiyi is weird today, is there something happening?

"I came back to get the information and I will go back to the company to work overtime." Song Shiyi walked over and looked at Bai Yu, frowning: "How to wear such a little Bai Yu, then explained: "I am recording today, all day. They stayed in the shed, and the house was heated enough, so they didn't wear too much. ”

After a pause, he continued: "If you are busy, just go back to the company."

Song Shiyi nodded, and under the sight of Bai Yu’s unclear, he suddenly took the latter.

The face brush of Bai Yu was red, but did not push Song Shiyi away.

They had been together for nearly two years, so Bai Yu clearly felt the change in the other's mood.

It should be that the company has an accident, otherwise Song Shizhen’s emotions will not be so strange, Bai Yu’s heart, and then subconsciously patted Song Shi’s back.

Song Shizhen was a stalemate. "I will go back to the company first and take care of myself."

Bai Yu frowned. "Do you have something to look at me?"

Song Shizhen shook his head, avoiding the curious eyes of the small watermelon by blind spots in the sight, slightly bowed his lips and whispered, "Let me come back."

Bai Yu snorted and then watched Song Shiyi leave.

The little watermelon ran over with the egg **** and said with a curious look: "Hey, what have you just said with Uncle Song?"

"It’s almost a New Year, what gift should we buy for you?" Bai Yu teased him.

The birthday of the small watermelon is just after the year.

The little watermelon shyly replied behind Bai Yu, and for a long time, he whispered: "I want to take pictures, have me, have eggs, have a hegemony, and Uncle Song."

Bai Yu’s footsteps, his back to the small watermelon, his face with a shallow smile, said: “Okay. But you have to tell yourself to Uncle Song, I don’t tell him.”

Small watermelon: "Good! Good!"

When Ben was in the Song Dynasty, he walked out of the elevator and saw the secretary of Chu who had returned and handed him two hairs. He said, "Take it for identification."

Song Shizhen is not skeptical about his parent-child relationship with Xiaotao. He just wants to give Xiaotao a reason to stay in the Song family. He hopes his children can get the best things, including the Song family.

So this paternity test is a must.

Secretary Chu stayed with Song Shiyi for more than ten years. In addition to his strong work ability, he also knows how to observe and understand when to talk and when to shut up.

"Where are you going now?" Chu secretary carefully took the two hairs and asked if they didn't ask. After the collection, he quickly followed the Song Dynasty.

"Go back to the company." Song Shiyi opened the door and walked in, then said: "You take things for identification, the sooner the better."

The secretary of Chu promised that he had not responded. He saw the door in front of the door "touch" and closed, then the car body started and slowly drove away.

"..." Chu secretary walked to the side of the road, waved a taxi, sat in, and then reported the address.

Song Shizhen sat in the car, his mobile phone was set aside by him, his eyes were gloomy and calm.

At this time, Han Ziyu should tell Bai Yu about what he already knows the truth...

I don't know what it would be like to go back tonight.

Song Shiyi coveted, and then leaned on the back of the chair, false.

At the same time, Bai Yu is cooking in the kitchen to prepare meals. His cooking has grown with the growth of small watermelons, and more and more dishes can be taken.

The small watermelon sits on a small stool and plays with the egg. From time to time, he looks up at Bai Yu and says, "Hey, I am hungry."

The egg whimpered in a timely manner, Wang Wang called, and the tail was very cheerful.

Bai Yu snorted and said, "I know, I am also hungry, but the food is not ready yet, wait a minute."

The little watermelon was downcast and screamed.

Bai Yu pointed to the ear of the phone and heard the ringing of the mobile phone in the living room. He directed the stupid son and said, "Small watermelon, go to help the fighter to take the phone, okay?"

The small watermelon walked out of the kitchen, ran back and ran back, and then handed the phone to Bai Yu.

Bai Yu took the phone and glanced at the caller ID. It was Han Ziyu.

What did he call himself?

The small watermelon licked the trousers of the cypress, and whispered, "Who is the tyrant?"

"Uncle Han." Bai returned a stupid son and then called the phone and said, "Hey, what happened?"

Han Ziyu said cautiously: "Bei Yu, your business... Song Shiyi knows all about it."

"When did this happen?"

"morning."

"哐啷" Bai Yu's kitchen knife held in the other hand did not hold steady, fell to the ground, and made a harsh sound.

He knows...

The face of Bai Yu instantly became gray, and the expression was desperate to act.

The small watermelon panicked, and quickly squatted on the pants of Bai Yu, saying: "Hegemony? Hegemony!"

The eggs around the feet of Bai Yu are also nervous and call, "Wang Wang! Wang Wang! Wang Wangwang!"

□ The author's gossip: Hey, yesterday, there was a little angel reminder (turning circle) that there are too few drafts, there is no more. However, after two days of fake milk tea, there are a lot of code words. When there is a manuscript, it will add more. Thank you for your support. [067] Daily