Chapter 140:

Bai Yu went to the box of the Qin fan to send himself, pushed the door and went in and found two people in the house.
Qin Fan is pulling Wen Heshan hot chat, the atmosphere is very high.
Bai Yu took off his coat and towel and hung it on the hanger at the door. He walked in and said, "What are you talking about?"
Then hand the small gift that was prepared long ago to Qin Fan and say: "The New Year gift prepared for you in advance, the ceremony is light and affectionate."
Qin Fan’s face was horrified. After receiving the reaction, he quickly took over. It may be that the meaning of the joy expressed on his face was too obvious. He coughed and put the small gift on his lap. His face recovered his usual arrogance and high. cold.

Thank you.
Qin Fan smiled slightly at his lips, then took out a card from the exquisite and small bag and handed it to Bai Yu.
Bai Yu glanced at the card in her hand and said, "Do you only have money for my New Year gift? I am not such a cheesy person, and I can make money." It is not a gold card.
Qin Fan shook his head: "This is the salary card for you, which includes the company's dividends and monthly salary last year."
Bai Yu heard the words and did not hesitate to accept: "Then you did not give me a New Year gift."
After a pause, Bai Yu pointed his finger at the large table dish in front of him and said, "You actually ordered me when you were not there. These meals should be cold, and no heat came out."
Qin Fanbai gave him a look. "Two hours ago, you said that you are coming. I am not afraid that you will be hungry one day after work. I will order the dishes first. I didn't expect you to come now."
Bai Yu knocked on the plate with chopsticks and said, "That will be re-pointed."
Wen Heshan shook his head and said softly: "Jin has just re-ordered a table, and should be able to serve soon."
"Yeah." Bai Yu glanced at the phone that had not yet moved, and collected it.
Qin Fan said: "Today is the 28th year, it is a small year. Tomorrow I will take a plane to go to the country to do something. I am not expected to come back on the 30th. I want to celebrate the New Year with you."
Bai Yu’s nod, these words have already been told in the text message before, no need to say it again, not to mention Wen Heshan is also on the scene, saying that these are too nauseating.
However, it is clear that Qin Fan’s interest is high, he does not understand his embarrassment, and after saying a lot of words, he is still trying to close his mouth.
At this time, three waiters had opened the door and walked in. They quickly removed the dishes that had cooled off the table, and then brought all the new meals up and left the box.
Qin Fan raised the chopsticks and clipped a piece of shrimp dumplings. He said, "Isn't it hungry? What are you looking at? Hurry and eat ^" Because Bai Yu, who was scorned because of his distraction, was a little embarrassed. He picked up the chopsticks. A la carte.
I have long been yelling at the stomach of hunger, and I was finally filled at this time.
Wen Heshan looked at Bai Yu’s eating speed and involuntarily gave him a piece of chicken. He said,
Nobody here is rushing to eat with you. What do you eat so quickly?

Bai Yu did not care to answer him.
He was starved in the crew this month. Because after he finished his own play, he often used to look for Wang Dao to watch the replay. After reading it, he would go to dinner, but at this time the crew had no food, and the meal was cold.
The reason why Bai Yujin entered the group was a bit embarrassing, so he was also embarrassed to make special things for himself on the food. After all, he did not open a small stove separately, or let the assistant pack the food outside.
Therefore, during this time, Bai Yu has been eating the white rice of the crew, and then with the pickles he bought at the supermarket, and occasionally he can also take a look at the secret beef made by Hu Zuo.
Qin Fan looked at his hungry wolf and was somewhat unhappy. Her good son was hungry like this. It was Bai Yu who wouldn’t take care of himself, or as long as Song was not there, Bai’s days were Not like an individual.
"I arrange it, let people send you food to the crew every day." After listening to Bai Yu's explanation, Qin Fan said with a calm face.
After Bai Yu shook his head and reluctantly swallowed the rice in his mouth, he said, "Nothing, do this special thing."
"I have a number in my heart, don't talk indiscriminately." Qin fan hard, she has made up her mind, so she will not listen to Bai Yu.
The three-year-old birthday of Mumumumumumu is very important in the eyes of Song’s parents, because this is the first time they have given their grandchildren a birthday, so they care very much.
In addition, Song Jun, who is not at home all the year round, is back, so Song Mama intends to have a family gathering at home, so that the Song family can come over and join in the fun.
But it was stopped by Song Shizhen.
The children’s mood in these two days was obviously not high. They didn’t have much excitement and expectation for their birthday. When they guessed what the child wanted, Song Shizhen decided to take him to Xiuyan to find Bai Yu.
Song mother did not agree at first, but after hearing the explanation of Song Shiyi, she nodded silently.
Later, the third birthday of Little Watermelon was simply celebrated at the Song family. Only Song’s parents, Song Shiyi and Song Jun, and Shouxing Small Watermelon were present.
The small watermelon climbed up from the bed early in the morning and sat at the gate all the time. From time to time, the probe was turned out. When he saw the Song Dynasty, he also ran on the shoes and said: "Di Di, Why haven’t the fighters returned yet?

Where did Song Shiyi know how to explain to him, after all, the truth would make him sad for a long time.
Ma Daha Song mother did not respond, and directly said the truth.
I learned that Bai Yu really would not appear in his birthday party. The little watermelon didn’t even have the last hope, and he followed Song Dad to the study to read.
But a three-year-old who has just entered kindergarten can understand what it is. The small watermelon just sits on the leather sofa in the study room, and sighs from time to time. The little adult is full of pies.
Song Dad was happy and teased him: "What are you feeling uncomfortable."
"Baby did not have a birthday with me." Xiaomian said with a serious finger, "He always lied to me, before saying that I went to take photos with me, and then said that I had a birthday with me, and he went out for a long time. Didn't come back to accompany me."
Song Dad was amazed.
Why is a child who is only three years old so clear?
The little watermelon is dejected: "I miss him every day, but he doesn't come back to accompany me, I am so sad."
Song Dad was distressed and comforted with his children.
But the little watermelon didn't cry, and he kept saying that he would be very angry, and then he said that he really wanted Bai Yu.
Song Jun walked in and just heard him say these words. He was surprised: "Dad, what happened to him?"
"I want to give it to Bai." Song Dad gently patted the child's back with his hand and said, "Is it not going back to the Chinese New Year?"
Song Jun nodded and came over and sat down: "Listen to Xiaoxuan, he was busy taking a movie recently, and he would stay in the crew for a short period of time."
Song Dad frowns: "I’m busy filming all day, and he’s not worried about children’s affairs?

"Xiaoying intends to go to him with a small watermelon after the year. They have their own size, you don't have to take care of it." Song Jun reminded.
When the small watermelon heard that they said it, they suddenly understood it. They took Song Jun’s hand and said, "Uncle, do you mean that Judy wants to take me to the hegemony."
Song Jun looked at the excited and expecting eyes of the child and nodded.
Song’s father coveted and said,
One is going to film, and the other is going to follow. After a long time, even if I don’t have opinions, your mother will have opinions.

Song Jun did not put this matter in his mind: "They will solve this problem as soon as possible, you don't have to worry ^" Song Dad looked at the small watermelon and said: "I don't worry about them, I just worry that they will miss the children's education. stage."
The small watermelon is now three years old, and now that I have been learning the outside world since the age. So at this time, the child is very much in need of the parents to stay with him to teach him.
Obviously, Song Jun has already considered this issue. He said: "I don't worry about the education of small watermelons. Although they both became fathers for the first time, I believe they will handle this matter well."
"Then what are you worried about." Song Dad knew something in his words.

When will their relationship be open?
Song Jun said slowly.
Before they separated, even if they have children, their relationship has not been made public.

Song Dad was silent for a while: "You said to Xiaoxuan."
Song Jun nodded.
Song Dad said: "Take me the chess in the cupboard." He wants to make the next game with his eldest son.
Song Jun got up and went to get chess.
When the two people began to play chess, the small watermelon quietly left the study and squatted in the corridor.
Song Mama smiled and took a phone call. When she passed the small watermelon, she touched his head and then left.
The small watermelon continued to linger in the corridor, and the anxiety in the heart gradually increased with the passage of time.
He hasn’t called him yet.
After Song Shiyi passed him, he saw the child swaying and swaying anxiously, stopping and asking, "What are you doing?"
"I am waiting for the call." Little watermelon said, looking up, his face was wronged. "I am waiting for the phone of the hegemony. He hasn't called me yet, nor gave me a happy birthday."
Song Shiyi picked him up, and his tone of coldness was rare and gentle. He said, "I will take you to call him."
The little watermelon nodded in a hurry, holding the neck of Song Shiyi tightly, and then the two men took a mobile phone to call Bai Yu.
One minute, no one answered.
Two minutes, no one answered.
Three minutes, no one answered.
Song Shiyi looked helplessly at the persistent little watermelon and said, "Don't fight, he should be busy now."
The small watermelon movements gave the phone back to Song Shiyi, and then squatted on the floor. It was very distressing to cry and not cry, and the eyes were still staring at the floor.
Song Shiyi did not understand how to comfort him. He could only stand with him and not talk to each other.
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