Chapter 132:

Bertrand’s engagement banquet was held in the new southwest three days later.
In fact, the engagement banquet began planning more than a month ago, and Bai Yu was only the last one to know.
On the day before boarding, after the completion of the work, Bai Yu was eager to dye the black hair into the most popular grandmother ash. The beautiful young man with red lips and white teeth instantly turned into a handsome and cool fashion male god.
Bai Yu is very satisfied with his new image.
however……
When Song Shizhen saw that Bai Yu was holding this grandmother's ash and appeared at the entrance of the hotel, he closed the door mercilessly and shut Bai Bai.
The smile on the face of Bai Yu was instantly stiff and impatient. "Do you think that this will stop me from advancing, stupid."
After that, Bai Yu took out the spare room card that he was coming to at the service desk.
"The hotel is my brother, it is not easy to open a room card, you are the two fools." Bai Yu pushed the door open, one foot just stepped into the room, and saw Song Shiyi standing at the entrance and quietly watching himself .
Song Shiyi’s eyes are deep and deep: "What are you doing?"
"We live in a room, I didn't say it before." Bai Yu put his hand on the shoulder of Song Shiyi, and he planned to perfuse the Song Dynasty, but he couldn't see Bai Dai's face in front of him. It’s swaying, so his face doesn’t turn better.
When did you dye your hair?

"After you took the small watermelon on the plane, I specially vacated the hair to dye, how about it, look good~" Bai Yu finished, and still swayed in front of Song Shizhen.
In the Song Dynasty, he blinked his eyes, a look that was unsightly, and a rare rage: "Get out of front of me."
Bai Yu looked at the look of the old cadre of Song Shiyi. He dismissed his mouth and screamed at the ground, but he did not dare to perform on the surface. He could only sit on the sofa.
Song Shiyan took a deep breath and suppressed his anger: "Tomorrow is an engagement banquet. Are you sure you want to see this man with your hair?"
"I can't see anyone in this face value?" Bai Yu pointed at his face in disbelief. He didn't expect that when Song did not say "you can't see people like this".
Song Shimei, "You can't see someone in this hairstyle."
Bai Yu took out his mobile phone from the bag, opened the self-portrait, and narcissistically manipulated his hair. He said, "This is the most popular grandmother ash at the moment. How can you be so bad when you walk in the cutting-edge artifacts?"
When the Song Dynasty turned around, he left.
Bo Yu quickly followed up and said, "You should try to touch the fashion, otherwise it will easily make people misunderstand that you are a big money."
Song Shiyi ignored him and opened the closed bedroom door directly.
The small watermelon stood behind the door and looked at Bai Yu with amazement. After a while, the eyes were red and the sound of crying sounded inside the house. "Hey, how old are you, is it sick?"
Bai Yu looked down and rushed over, holding a bald-headed bag of small watermelons on his waist, and said with a dumb voice: "No, I just dyed hair, don't hold me crying so sadly, I am not old."
The sound of the small watermelon crying into a cry became a cry.
Then, Bai Yu was under the eyes of Song Shizhen accused and indifferent, and took a small watermelon to talk about more than half an hour of hair dyeing knowledge.
After solving the problem of small watermelon, Bai Yu, who did not believe in evil, ran into the bathroom with a tablet and sat on the toilet with Berberan.
Boblan was working, taking time to look at the video of the cypress, and look at it, take a pair of scissors from the drawer.
The scissors were thrown on the table and made a loud noise, and the cypress of the video was shocked.
"what are you doing!"
Bo Yu was scared by his sudden action and almost threw the tablet out.
Bertrand ruthlessly: "Before the start of the engagement banquet, give you two choices. One, dyed back. Second, shave it."
Bai said that he was unwilling to look at Bai Bolang. "The hair color of this hair is very good, and what it is dyed back."
"Song Shizhen how he looked at you in the end, this will not look at you in a few days, you will dye your hair like this!" Bo Bolang's work on his hand, began to carry on Bai Yu for more than ten minutes Education.
Bai Yu said faintly: "I think I can explain."
"No explanation. I don't have time to take you back tomorrow to get the hair back, but I will let Song Shizhen look at you." The work on the side of Bo Bolang seems to be really busy. After saying this, There is no sign of hang up the video.
Bai Yu sat on the toilet for a long time, until Song Shizhen couldn't bear to say that he ran to knock on the door.
Opening the door, Bai Yu had not had time to talk, and he was covered by a coat that was thrown in on the face.
Song Hou’s cold voice rang in his ear.
Go, it’s still early, you can have time.

Bai Yu: "Where are we going?"
Wearing a plush hat on the head of the small watermelon, his face was red, saying: "We will go out and cut our hair."
Bai Yu said: "You are all bald, where are the hair to cut?"
The smile on the face of the little watermelon gradually disappeared, and when he was sad, he walked to the side of Song Shiyi and stood, blocking the sight of Bai Yu and bowing his head.
He was injured.
Bai Yu regretted it when he spoke, but he wouldn't marry the child. He could only look at Song Shiyi and give him a look.
Song Shizhen took the child toward the door, "Come on."
When Bai Yu didn't figure out anything, he went out with Song Shiyi until he was taken to a hair salon by Song Shizhen.
"The two of us cut our hair." Bai Yu took a step back and watched Song Shizhen, as if Song Shiyi had said the answer he didn't want to hear, he would immediately turn away.
Song Shiyi did not say back: "I and your brother decided to ask you to dye your hair back or shave. Resist the ineffective, escape the punishment and double."
Bai Yu’s success was threatened, and the silent foot has come back.
Actually, I think this matter can be discussed again.

"There is no room for negotiation, and it is impossible to resist." Song Shizhen took Bai to go to the VIp room on the upper floor.
The hair stylist who was prepared early looked forward to watching Bai Yu: "Do you want to cut your hair or change your hair?"
Bai Yu couldn't escape without knowing it. He sat in a chair without fun. He repeatedly said: "Gently dye my hair black, do it gently, don't break it."
The hair stylist said "Oh".
He said that he had heard that some female artists especially loved their hair. Others couldn't even touch it, but I didn't expect even a male artist to care for her hair. This is really an eye-opener.
When Song Shiyi came out, he took the child's homework by the way, so he waited for Bai Yu and watched the child doing his homework.
Little watermelon pointed to a math problem and said, "Judi, what is this?"
"You don't even know 1+1?"
Bai Yu’s mood at this moment is very sluggish. He is in a state of catching who is biting. He sneered and said:
Do you still expect a child who is only two years old to even 1+1?

The little watermelon said seriously: "I will, but I forgot."
"..." Bai Yu closed his eyes and did not look at the bad scene, and separated these people into two worlds.
Three hours later, Bai Yu watched her hair change from grandma ash to classic oriental black, trying to comfort herself: in fact, black can lining her skin white.
Song Shiyi could not care what his thoughts were like. He saw that Bai Yu’s gray hair that made him unhappy was finally pleasing to the eye. After he nodded, he warned him:
If there is another time, directly shave it. ""
"What do you do in addition to threatening me to shave my hair." Bai Yu’s heart was sitting in the co-pilot, looking at the sky that had completely darkened out of the window.
Song Shiyi did not speak. In addition to threatening people, he would tell Bai Yu with practical actions. He is serious.
The small watermelon sits on the child seat and screams: "I am hungry."
"I am full of gas, you are still hungry with me." Bai Yu said with no anger.
Small watermelon taro: "Is it you angry?"
Song Shiyi made a turn to the steering wheel and stopped at the door of a congee shop, saying: "Go down for dinner."
Bai Yu refused. He said with deep expression that he needed to be quiet, but he was relentlessly suppressed by Song Shi.
The three people walked into the store and ordered the signature eight-treasure porridge and all kinds of side dishes. After eating and drinking, they returned to the hotel.
Bai Yu spent a day in the hotel's big bed, waking up to eat, and continued to sleep after eating. He had too much work scheduled some time ago, and now needs to sleep.
On the third day, Bai Yu was dragged from the bed by Song Shiyi. After washing, he changed clothes and went out.
The clothes of the three of them were prepared by Ms. Song personally. Bai Yu is a self-cultivating white suit, which makes his posture more beautiful and handsome?
And Song Shizhen is a consistent black, calm and atmospheric; small watermelon is a black and white small suit, the neck is also tied with a bow, looks like a small gentleman.
Three people appeared in the five-star superior hotel under the Baijia family, and then led by the person in charge to see Boblan.
In addition to busy business, Pebble has to take time to look at the arrangement of the wedding reception hall. He does not care about this engagement. He is concerned about the satisfaction of the guests present at the venue.
Because of this engagement banquet, the guests present were not only the various partners of the cypress family in the new southwest, but also the political friends of the Su family in the officialdom.
Bertrand's look was faintly exhausted, but overall it was still very spiritual. When Bai gave a family of three, he was on the phone. After taking a quick look at them, he quickly told me a few words and hung up the phone. .
Boblan satisfactorily glanced at the hair of the cypress, and the lingering corner of his eye saw the small watermelon that had been shaved, saying, "This is like a man."
Song Shizhen agreed to nod and took the initiative to bow to Bai Bolang, which is a greeting.
Bertrand also nodded to him. On this important occasion, no one wants to have any accidents, so the most basic etiquette will still be done.
Therefore, all of the previous dissatisfaction was selectively forgotten.
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