Chapter 131:

Bai Yu suppressed his anger.
Bai Yu wants to destroy the earth.
The demon in the heart of Bai Yu was constantly roaring, but with a gentle smile on his face, he gently waved at the stupid son hiding outside the door and said, "Baby, come over, okay?"
The small watermelon smashed, my eyes sparkled, but my feet still dared not walk in.
Bai Yu saw it and made persistent efforts: "Baby, I miss you, come over and let my father hug."
A small watermelon stepped into the door, hesitated, and then stepped in another foot.
However, the small watermelon still dared to come over. He only dared to stand in the doorway and twisted and said: "Hey, I look good?"
Said, the small watermelon still looks forward to a turn in place.
Bai Yu: "..."
He saw it.
He saw the bare head of the stupid son, not only the mane of the brain was cut off, but even the little scorpion behind his head!
Have! Now!
Not far away, the bare little brain of the small watermelon is extraordinarily bald and extraordinarily bright under the chandelier.
Bai Yu was laughed at. Because he found that the bald little watermelon is like a moving giant bulb.
When I saw Xiaobai, I finally laughed, and I dared to come over. I used his bare brain to lick the chest of the cypress, and said: "Judi gave me the hair."
Bai Yu’s eyes were dark, and Song Shi’s unconscioned thing went to the boy’s hair after sleeping. It’s really a scum.
"Jie Di said that the boy can't stay in the scorpion, hegemony, is that the case?" The little watermelon was thirsty looking at Bai Yu, and the little peach eyes were full of puzzles. "Why can't boys leave their scorpions."
Bai Yu’s face touched the child’s bare head. Well, there was no imaginary slipperiness. It was a bit like a matte. He said,
He’s right, the boy can’t leave a scorpion.

The little watermelon was angry, and it didn't stick to the cypress. He sat on the side and said, "Why are you leaving me a scorpion?"
Bai Yu poked a child's face with his fingers and smiled and said, "Because I think it is very cute to leave a donkey, don't you think?"
The little watermelon hesitated, didn't know if he nodded or shook his head.
Song Shizhen happened to come in from the outside, and the words immediately slammed his face: "What is the boy's scorpion? Cute is a girl."
The little watermelon nodded in favor of one side, apparently it was countered by the Song Dynasty.
Two votes to one vote, Bai Yu can only go with the flow. But he made up his mind in the bottom of his heart, and after the hair of the small watermelon came out, he had to shave a peach on the child's head, or shaved an Arabic number.
Song Shiyi noticed something wrong and warned: "What are you thinking about?"
Bai Yu smiled and waved, did not scream and stunned the snake, and said the topic: "I didn't think about anything. I didn't have dinner, I was hungry."
When Song saw him in this way, he vaguely noticed what he wanted to do, and coldly said: "Don't worry, otherwise I will let him keep the image of the bald head."
Bai Yu instantly blackened his face.
He worked hard to bring his big son, and he wanted to leave his son with a haircut.
Song Shizhen is really too overbearing, too cold-blooded.
Song Shiyi continued: "You really like these messy things, just give yourself, don't hit his idea."
Bai Yu looked at the face of a firm Song Shiyi, and looked at it, although he looked ignorant, but still insisted on standing on the side of the Song Dynasty, the small watermelon, stunned.
He just wants to give the child a hair style that he likes. How can two people not be happy?
When Song Shiyi saw Bai Yu’s look, he no longer insisted, let out his breath, and then pulled people up from the sofa and said,
Go to dinner first, go to the new southwest together for two days, work things I have made your broker The person is delayed."
Bai Yu did not respond, "What are you going to the new southwest?"
"..." Song Shiyi looked at him silently.
Bai Yu instantly understood, "Why is it so engaged soon?"
" Engagement is only a preliminary ceremony, so after the double-reverse negotiation, the time is determined." Song Shizhen held a small watermelon in his arms, telling Bai Yu.
"But don't you think this is too fast?" Bai Yu frowned, his face was not happy.
Song Shiyi looked at him and glanced at him. He said: "You don't want your big brother to get engaged with a woman?"
"I just can't accept that he was single in the last second, but in the next second he became a man with a family." Bai Yu didn't care about the temptations and misunderstandings in the Song Dynasty.
Song Shiyi gave a light sigh from his nose.
Small watermelons have the same kind of learning.
Bai Yu was tempered by these two people. Three people were seated. The small watermelon sat in his chair and kept turning to ask Yan Shu. "Is it good to look at the uncle?"
Yan Shu, who was at the table and waited for the three young masters to eat, said: "Good-looking."
Xiaomian was very satisfied with the low-headed egg tart, licking his mouth, holding a spoon and licking it, and heading towards Bai Yu, saying: "Hegemony, delicious ^" Bai Yu throws the shrimp shell aside, mouth Chewing the tender shrimp, absent-mindedly said: "Well, you eat it yourself, I want to eat shrimp.
The small watermelon did not give up the spoon and lifted it up in front of the Song Dynasty. The tone was inevitably awkward, "Judi, eat."
In the Song Dynasty, he put his bowl on the small watermelon enough to get it. After the child put the egg in the bowl, he took it back and tasted it. He said, "Thank you."
The small watermelon's eyes are bent and smiled and said: "You're welcome, if you like it, I can give you a little more, but only a little."
I can take a little bit of his favorite food from the child's mouth to Song Shiyi, which means that it is enough to express the child's love.
At the very least, it can be ranked behind Bai Yu.
Bai Yu put the phone aside, took a shrimp from the plate, and peeled it and said, "Do you want to eat shrimp with a small watermelon? I will peel it for you." A small watermelon looked at the shrimp on the table and nodded: "Yes ""
When the voice fell, his mouth was stuffed with a piece of shrimp.
"In fact, I prefer to eat crabs compared to crayfish." Bai Yu said holding the crayfish in his hand.
Yan Shu said: "The crabs in this season are not fat, and the shrimps are only so big."
Song Shiyi looked at Bai Yu.
Bai Yu sighed: "When the gate was opened, why didn't the family buy it?"
Yan Shu is straightforward: "I bought it. It was just that you were not eating at home, so I didn't see it."
I felt that I had missed the whole world and I was not happy at the moment. After eating a few mouthfuls of rice, I took down my chopsticks and stared at the small watermelon to eat.
The small watermelon was red-faced by his face, and even the rice was embarrassed to continue eating. From time to time, he sneaked a peek at Bai Yu.
Bai gave a smile, did not tease him, took out the mobile phone to brush micro-cast, only to find that the words he just left under the painter were actually topped with popular messages, suddenly red face.
Hand painted thin tea and tea from V: ah ah ah ah, the god gave me a message, tonight I will use the power of the wild to draw a pure flesh, male god! ! !
Bai Yu turned over, in addition to the party's hand to give his message, his comments below, there are more than a thousand messages.
I am in love with you: the rhythm of the official sugar, so envious of being grateful to the male god, ah, I have a treasure can ask you to marry: Is it hype or can't help? In short, I have done this bowl of dog food, and the brothers are watching it.
Learning makes me happy: During this time, I can say from Xiao Boge: black turn, road turn powder, powder turn to die! Ah, I have to be lucky! !
Bai Yuxiao smiled and handed out the attention to the hand-slim tea, and then did not continue to see his own behavior, but also how much wind and waves.
Back to his own micro-casting main page, Bai Yu was surprised to find that he actually rose more than three million fans in a half day!
His micro-cast fans have reached 70 million!
Bai Yu was able to suppress the emotions that he couldn’t resist, and opened his private mailbox that was about to explode, and then forced it.
Song Bai Dafa is good: Xiao Boge wish you a good year, but I have long guessed that you are always a pair with Song.
The pine and cypress dog food is delicious: I wish Mrs. Song alive!
Uh, little baby: Hey, you have been on this pair for a long time, and today it’s really the official sugar. I have to say that Song’s favorite little eyes are really Su to me, Xiao Boge is going to be good with Song, I will always like you.
Bai Yu: "..."
He just slept for a nap, what happened after he woke up?
However, it is also a good thing to have millions of fans.
Moreover, Bai Yu saw the content that fans gave him private messages, and he always felt sweet, as if his relationship with Song Shiyi was really open, and he was also supported by fans.
However, even if it is really impossible to open the cabinet with Song Shizhen, but he can get these support just because the fans who YY ran to send blessings, he is still very happy.
With the traditional virtues of being happy and not being as good as the music, Bai Yu gave the fans a blessing to him.
Unexpectedly, Song Shizhen only glanced at the screen faintly, then he took back his gaze and said: "They are only telling the truth."
Bai Yu couldn't accept his coldness: "Don't you think that being blessed is a very happy thing?"
Song Shizhen looked at his eyes full of incomprehensibility and indifference. "Even without their blessings, we are still together, what can be cared for."
Bai Yu carefully tasted what he meant in his words. Although he did not want to admit it, he felt that Song Shizhen’s words were quite reasonable.
Yan Shu, who stood there and did not speak, said: A lot of age, really unhappy to see someone show love in front of themselves.
The small watermelon was eaten by himself. After eating, he told the two adults to hold him from the children's chair. The result was not answered for a long time.
In the end, Yan Shu, who was the first to return to God, stepped forward and took a small watermelon from the chair.
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