Breaking up, No Joke

When Bai Yu’s contract expired in about a month, his fans kept commenting under the micro-cast, and eagerly asked about the whereabouts after the idol.

The media did not know what the wind had been, and some press releases were made in succession. They said that they would not stay in Tingfeng after they were given.

Regardless of how to guess outside, Bai Yu, who is the Lord, has not responded positively, and his fans are more worried. In early April, the official micro-cast of Bai Yu was finally updated.

Bai Yu V: Hello boss, I am Xiao Boge! [Fig. 1] [Fig. 2] [Fig. 3]

In the photo, the young and handsome Bai Yu dressed in a casual suit stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and smiled brightly. The mature and gentle Qiu Feng stood in front of him and his mouth twitched gently.

As soon as the micro-broadcast came out, Bai Wei’s micro-broadcast was simply blown up. Fans wrote comments below.

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[Qiu Feng, ah, the story that has to be said between the handsome boss and the handsome Bai Bai is simply handsome! 】

[As one of the 10 members of the Baijiajun Support Association, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and the future of Shuai Bobai relies on you Qiu (deep face)! 】

Bai Yu held a mobile phone and pointed a few hundred comments that appeared in a few minutes with his fingers. He smiled and said: "Qiu Zong, I will be better for me later, this is the request of fans."

Qiu Feng’s spleky smile, suddenly remembered something, said: “Is it free tonight, come to my house to be a guest.”

After a pause, he continued: "My son strongly requested. Look at what you have to ask for, give a face?"

Bai Yu hesitated, nodded and said, "Go. But I have to go and pick up my son, go together?"

Qiu Feng glanced at his wrist and found that the time was almost the same. He said, "Let's go now."

Bai Yu followed him and said, "The little fat man is four years old. Why didn't he go to kindergarten and let him stay in the early education class?"

Qiu Feng smiled bitterly: "He wants to be the king of the mountain, saying that he can stay in the early classes to experience the feeling of dominating the world."

"...Let's find time to confiscate all of his electronic products. There is still a year to go to elementary school. It's time to collect your heart." Bai Yu did not take the initiative, took out the mobile phone brush comments, and saw a particularly funny The video laughed and ignored the mood of the new boss.

Qiu Feng opened the door and took the lead, and Bai Yu followed.

I came to the early education class and took the two children away from the school. Bai Yu held a small watermelon and felt the unusually warm sight from the small fans. He coughed and said, "Hey, what have you learned at school today? ”

The little fat man was regretted by Qiu Feng in his arms, and he was dissatisfied with the struggle. The chubby face was full of dissatisfaction, but when he looked at the male god, he suddenly made a small bird and snuggled up to his father. In my arms, "It's okay."

Qiu Feng, who was taken by the son as the whole air: "..."

The small watermelon was put together, near the ear of Bai Yu, and muttered in a low voice: "Hey, do we want to go to his home to be a guest?"

"Yeah, you are not happy."

The little watermelon licked his mouth and said to the little fat man who was staring at Bai Yu. "After eating, you are not allowed to follow us home."

Unexpectedly, the little fat man puts his hand in a bold position. "You are separated from Song Shiyi by two doors. I am not stupid to follow up!"

"We moved." The small watermelon slowly said that the eyes that were suddenly surprised by the little fat man smiled and said: "We live with Judy."

In the end, the little fat man is still a purely innocent child. He doesn’t think that there is anything wrong with the name of Song Xiaoyu in the small watermelon. He’s awkward and self-satisfied, and the dark road is so happy with Song Shi’s life, stupid!

Qiu Feng’s eyes are hard to hide. “Are you compounding?”

Bai gave a cough and coughed. He was sad to the little fat man and couldn’t express himself. He said, "Well."

The little fat man almost smashed his chest, the male **** married, the groom is not him!

Little watermelon ignorantly looked at the three people and didn't figure out what they meant.

A group of people came to Qiujia, and Qiu Dao was just there. He was surprised: "Xiao Bai, how come you?"

Qiu Feng took off his coat and said, "Two uncles, he is a newly signed artist."

When Qiu guides to see Bai Yu’s eyes, he has a lot of intimacy. There is no alienation in the crew, and the smile on his face has deepened. “Well, okay... is this kid?”

The small watermelon took the hand of Bai Yu and showed a protective posture. "Hello, uncle, I am a small watermelon."

Qiu guide was amused by him. "Can I hug you? You are so cute."

The little watermelon touched his head, tentatively glanced at Bai Yu, and then decisively refused: "No! The hegemony will be jealous."

Qiu Gui looked at Bai Yu. "Your son is too cute."

Qiu Feng looked at the father and son with a smile and smiled, thinking that he would go to exchange with Bai Yu for parenting.

However, I don't know if it was really sprouted by a small watermelon. In the following time, Qiu Gui took a lot of interest and talked about the understanding of the performance.

The little fat man sat next to the guide of the hill, staring at his back with a resentful look, until the housekeeper came over and shouted for dinner, and he only put away the look of this sorrowful woman.

After eating a meal, Bai Yu took a small watermelon to leave, and the little fat man sent the two to the door with tears and waved.

Qiu Feng held his son with one hand and said, "Say goodbye to Uncle Bai."

The little fat man said, "Bergby, goodbye, remember to come back to my house next time."

Bai Yu nodded with a smile, turned and walked into the car and chatted with the small watermelon: "Is it fun at the little fat man's house today?"

Small watermelons don't like the bad habits of Bai Yu's two minds. The topic of transfer is: "Hegemony, I want to lay eggs, can I sleep with it tonight?"

Bai Yu suddenly remembered the stupid dog and said, "I haven't seen it in these few days. Where did it go?"

The little watermelon is sad and squatting on the legs of Bai Yu. "The egg and the uncle's flower are better, so it is not good with the small watermelon."

"Is it beautiful?" Bai Yu thought that if he had a shit, he had to go to the next door to raise two.

"Good-looking, but fierce." Little watermelon has obviously seen the little lover of the egg, and the tone is awkward. "Wu Di said that the spring of the egg is here, what is the spring?"

"When you grow up, you will understand." Bai Yu perfuse him.

It took an hour to go back, so when two people returned home, they found that Song Shiyi had arrived home.

Song Shizhen sat on the sofa and raised his eyes. "The dog is gone."

"When I came back, I saw it in the next courtyard. I was a dog." Bai Yu took the sleepy little watermelon into the bathroom and took it to the bed after washing.

After the busy work, Bai Yu stood in the corridor on the second floor and saw that the lights in the living room downstairs were dark and went straight back to the bedroom. If it wasn't, Song Shiyi had already put on his pajamas and sat on the bed to read the book.

Bai Yu climbed to the other side, covered the quilt, and made a sigh. He suddenly sighed and said: "I signed a contract with Qiu Feng today." Song Shizhen is preparing to turn over the next page, and keeps saying: "How? ?"

"I have all the money on my hands in his company. I have no liquidity in the near future." Bai Yuzhen was on the pillow, hehe, "Song boss, give your little lover a card."

Song Shiyi squinted at him, reached out and took out his wallet in the drawer next to him, then took out a card from inside and handed it to Bai Yu.

Bai Yu took a look at his face and said to Song Shiyi, "How much money is there in the card?"

"No money." Song Shizhen said coldly.

Bai Yu suspiciously put the card in the drawer next to him. "No money, what do you give me?"

"My deputy card." Song Shiyi continued to read.

Bai Yuqi slid and sat up, incredulously rushed over, shot on Song Shizhen's body and said, "Can I buy all the things I like in the shopping mall?"

Song Shiyi pushed him away and picked up the book again. He said with deep meaning: "When you buy something, I will have tips. I don't mind if you buy something, but I hope you can control it."

Bai Yu waved his hand at random. "This kind of thing is accurate. But, did you really decide to give me your secondary card?"

Song Shizhen: "I can cancel it at any time."

Bai Yu flattened his body. "I can sell the body to you, just ask for a cancellation."

Song Shiyi touched his hair and "sleeped."

In the front yard of the villa next door, the small watermelon left and so on, finally waited for his "spring", and chased it up, "Wang Wang!"

More than double the size of its figure: "Wang Wang!" After Wang finished, the flowers decided to leave.

The egg does not give up and catch up.

Mr. Zhang was busy with his day's work. After returning home, Meimei sat in the bathtub and took a shower. When the skin was soaked and wrinkled, he stood up and put on a towel to return to the room.

Mr. Zhang’s cell phone rang, and he walked over and took it to see it. It was a MMS message, and his heart suddenly became uneasy.

A MMS from a strange phone, the content of the MMS is only one picture, one by one, Pushing the cart, the small watermelon sitting on the cart, and the smiles of the two are very bright.

Mr. Zhang was instantly angry.

damn it! He knew that the group of paparazzi were not so fooled!

However, Mr. Zhang does not intend to continue to intervene in the management of Bai Yu, after all, the other party has already moved to the Chuan in Tingfeng, so no matter which aspect, he can not intervene.

Thinking about this, Mr. Zhang hesitated with a mobile phone, then called up a number, directly forwarded the photo, and then attached the contact information and name of the paparazzi.

Mr. Zhang: I am not suitable for further processing here. Song always forgives me.

After sending the text message, Mr. Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, then decisively deleted the MMS, left the phone aside, and climbed onto the bed to rest. He could finally have a good dream.

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