Breaking up, No Joke

Into the night.

The door was opened, and Song Shizhen walked into the living room and found that the room was dark, and Bai was silent on the sofa.

Stepping over, Song Shiyi put his blazer on the body of Bai Yu, and the two sat side by side on the sofa.

Bo Yu dumb said: "You... you know it, right?"

Song Shizhen’s eyes flashed distressed, and he could not see this young man.

"I didn't tell you, let's not check it!" Bai Yu reached out and covered his eyes, licking his eyes, and he wouldn't say anything.

In the Song Dynasty, he raised his brow and stood up. He picked up Bai Ke, just like holding a child. He held the waist of the young man in one hand, held his **** in one hand, and hugged him in the direction of the bedroom. go with.

One is like a small watermelon, when it is wronged, it will be nestled in the arms of Bai Yu in this position. Bai Yu couldn’t help but bury his head in the neck of Song Shi’s neck, and he also habitually wrapped his legs. Live the man's waist.

Mature men simply don't mind young lovers who spoil themselves in this way. He will only be very satisfied with the lover's dependence on himself.

Opening the light in the bedroom, Song Shiyi sat in the bed in this position, looked up and looked at the cypress sitting on his lap and whispered: "Is the baby angry?"

Bai Yu was a stiff, his ear tip burst red, and he shook his head slowly.

"I just want to know what you are holding me, not deliberately investigating." Song Shiyi kissed the young man in his arms and looked at his red ear.

Bai Yu slowly raised his head, his eyes were red and his voice was hoarse: "You have! You promised me, I will not investigate."

Song Shizhen: "If I don't take the initiative to investigate, when will you tell me the truth? I'm afraid I won't say it in my life!"

"The body is mutated. I am not you. Of course, you feel that it is no big deal!" Bai Yu was anxious. Doesn't this man think that it is a particularly unacceptable thing for him to investigate privately?

Song Shiyi’s tone slowed down: “This is not a variation.”

Bai Yu decided: "Yes."

Song Shiyi transferred the topic: "Qi Yu was thrown into the city center by me."

A word that did not end without a tail completely let Bai Yu quiet again, he said: "...thank you."

Song Shiyan’s eyes flashed distressed. His youth should be arrogant. It should be self-confident and should not be...this way.

He should not be so born to himself.

"Brother, I am afraid."

In a word, Song Shiyi once again made it clear that the youth did not forget the time before the two.

He is still his own baby.

Bai Yu said with a cry: "I am afraid... don't say this thing."

In the Song Dynasty, he snorted. "Not afraid, there is a brother."

Bo Yu squatted with Song Shiyi's suit jacket, and used a lot of force to directly pull out the men's clothes, and whispered: "I didn't mean to go, I can't help, I really don't dare to stay. ""

Listening to Bai Yu’s incoherent words, Song Shi’s heart is full of remorse. He should have tied him back when this person left, otherwise he will not make such a mistake. eventful!

Bai Yu's red eyes kept licking tears and snoring. He also yelled at one word and one word. It was obviously sad to the extreme.

"That night, at the hotel, after being taken medicine..." Bai Yu cried and shed tears, while he kept licking his heart and crying with a little wife who complained.

As a result, this was just the beginning of the complaint, tears could not stop the car.

Song Shizhen let him wipe his nose and tears in his high-profile suit jacket, and he didn't move, but his hands were more powerful.

After a few minutes, Bai Yu’s emotions gradually stabilized. After the pain in his heart fell out, the look was obviously relieved. Song Shiyi said: “Five years ago, when Xiaobai fainted on the street, I personally put it. He was taken to the hospital."

Bai Yu jerked up and looked at Song Shiyi, full of incredible.

From the mouth of Han Ziyu, he also knew that Xiaobai’s first child had some miscarriage, but he did not know that Han’s husband had never forgotten that the savior of a few years was actually Song Shiyi.

"In that year, Xiaobai's attending doctor told me all about his situation. I also learned some common sense about this." Song Shiyi raised his hand and gently wiped the water stains of Bai Yu's eyes.

Bo Yu snorted, if Song Shiyi knew that the world was different about their group, what is the significance of the two years he hid?

This is simply a joke!

Song Shiyi and his forehead pressed against his forehead, and for a long time he slowly raised a sigh of relief and said, "You should talk to me."

"But at that time we have broken up." They all broke up, even if there is a big thing, Bai Yu does not feel that he can pull his face to find Song Shiyi.

Song Shizhen: "You can come to me."

"When I left, you didn't leave me." Bai Yu settled after the fall.

He did not retain him, and he deliberately stayed with him to stimulate him.

In the Song Dynasty, the hand was stabbed, and the head of Bai Yu was pressed down. He kissed him up and went around.

Bai Yu was a glimpse. After the reaction, the body leaned forward and pressed down on the bed of Song Shi’s body, responding enthusiastically to the next day.

The small watermelon climbed up from the bed and walked to the door, shouting: "Hegemony, hegemony, I want to eat... Uncle Song?"

Song Shizhen also just walked out of the bedroom and saw the little watermelon looking at himself with a stern look. He snorted, squatting down, holding the child in his arms, and took a child's side face: "Good morning."

Xiao watermelon is embarrassed to twist his face, don't be awkward and say: "Song Shushu good morning."

After that, the little watermelon was slightly uneasy and said: "What about hegemony?"

Bai Yu walked out of the bathroom and said, "Come here, wash your face and have breakfast... Have you made breakfast?"

The sentence behind him is obviously to ask Song Shizhen, the latter is a glimpse, said: "Is there still noodles at home?"

Bai Yu yawned and took the child. "No, forget it, porridge."

Song Shiyi nodded, not eager to cook, went to the bathroom, leaned against the door, and looked at the big and small.

Bai Yu suddenly felt a discomfort. Song Shiyi had known that the small watermelon had come from, and the whole person’s gas field changed. It is necessary to know that Song Shiyi did not like to hug the children.

Quickly helping the small watermelon brushing his face, Bai Yu took the **** of the child's soft bullet and said, "Go play with the egg for a while, I will say two words with Song Shushu."

The little watermelon snorted, and the little watermelon was trot around the living room with a small watermelon.

Bai Yu turned and looked at Song Shiyi with impatience: "You can't calm down? You make me like this... very embarrassing."

Song Shizhen, the old god, walked in, took a towel and wet it, and then carefully wiped the face of Bai’s face. His tone was faint: "He is my son, I am not good to him, who is good to him."

Bai Yu subconsciously said, "I am."

Song Shiyi looked at him silently.

Bai Yuxi’s coughing.

"I don't think you need to be so careful, it's too embarrassing. Brother, you can't... a little normal, like a small watermelon to the small man?"

Song Shizhen glanced at him coldly: "He is not my son."

The implication is that the little fat man is not his own son, so there is no scruples at all.

"You are not normal." Bai Yu spit out, irritatedly grabbed the towel from Song Shiyi's hand and wiped it with his hand.

"Baby, he is our son." Song Shiyi suddenly reached out and touched his mouth. The two of them reached their foreheads and the atmosphere was warm. "So, it is normal for me to be good to him."

Bai Yu did not react, and dried up.

Song Shiqi got together and gently licked his mouth. "Hey. Brother, go cook for you, what do you want to eat?"

"I lose weight, it's fine."

In the Song Dynasty, he snorted and whispered: "Come on, I will cook first."

Then, Bai Yu looked at Song Shiyi and disappeared in front of his eyes. He returned to God and wiped the men's skin care products on his face while chanting: "The man is really a lower body animal. Last night, he refused to be righteous and righteous." Dry firewood, I used a male color to seduce me this morning, hehe."

Bai Yu remembered that he was lying flat with his small tent last night. As a result, Song Shizhen suddenly stopped and shouted. He looked at his face and looked at the lower body of the two people. He said that he is inconvenient now, waiting for a After the month, the husband can be done.

"..." He is not a little girl! Want to go to bed before you have to wait for the recovery period?

What international jokes!

However, in some respects, the rigorous and rigid old man was unmoved, holding Bai Yu lying on the bed, and hard to extinguish the fire.

Bai Yu slaps his face and makes his face absorb the essence better. This is the spirit of shaking out of the bathroom. Although he is a man, his face needs to be care and moist, otherwise A beautiful man who plays the role of a genius?

Apply a few bottles of cans every day, apply a mask before going to bed, and go to the beauty salon to take care of it.

Hey, for a long time, Bai Yu is about to produce an illusion of throwing his own wrong tires.

If it is not because he is also eating by his face, he is too lazy to work so **** his face.

Too sharp.

Bai Yu, who once imagined that he would take the tough guy's line, lamented that if his male hormones were too lush, he estimated that he had already feminized himself.

The small watermelon nose moved, and looked at Bai Yu with a look of surprise: "Hegty hegemony, you are so sweet!"

Song Shizhen just came out with breakfast, egg porridge, quiche, and a small bowl of eggs, and couldn't help but glance at the cypress, full of complex faces.

Walking hormones? Song can tolerate a lot of small problems for his lover, but he has been unable to understand his behavior of applying skin care to his face.

Receiving a man's slightly complicated sight, Bai Yu touched his face and said that he could still maintain his 18-year-old face at the age of twenty-five. Isn't this thanks to these bottles and cans?

laugh!

□ The author's gossip: This chapter jumps too fast, but... Xiao Boge is still very self-reliant and my father's bones, will not be too long, can only jump over.

[068] Recognition