Chapter 70:

Song mother holding a small watermelon sitting on the sofa, laughing and closing her mouth, "baby screaming, then call a grandmother to listen to ^" "Grandma is good." The voice of the milky voice of the child.
Song’s mother slammed her hard, and she liked to hold the small watermelon in her arms and kissed her, and he was teased by his grandmother.
In the study, Song Dad and Song Shiyi were each sitting on the side of the square table.
Song Dad holds black chess and looks cold. "Where is the child?"
"My." Song Shiyi said faintly, watching the chessboard head not say.
Song Dad frowned: "The child is not like you at all."
Yes, the appearance of the small watermelon and the cypress are almost like a model carved out, and Song Shiyi is not very similar, but in terms of personality, it is full of Song Shiyi.
"He is my species." Song Shiyi handed the identification book aside to Song Dad. "Dad, find time to announce the identity of the child to them."
"What is your name?"
"Song Yan Ting." Song dynasty did not change the color of the lie, directly replaced the small watermelon name of his own Song name.
Song Dad did not suspect him, nodded, and his face was gratified. "Before your mother still worried that you broke offspring. Now that you have a child, how can you play in the future? She should not intervene."
When Song Song sighed, he dropped a game and lost to Song Dad.
He stood up and patted his clothes: "I will go out first."
Song Dad nodded. After watching Song Shiyi leave the study, his face instantly cooled down. He knew the son of Mo Ruo, and he knew that there was something in the Song Dynasty.
Thinking of this, Song Dad's eyes swept to the identification book on the side, and put it away, cold face did not know what to think.
When Song Shiyi walked out of the room, he saw the happy scene of the little watermelon and Song mother getting along, and the corner of his mouth was bent. "Mom" 〇 Song mother perfunctored "Hm", then smiled and said: "My grandson is true. Clever, little, when will the child bring his mother back?"
The small watermelon that is quietly eating fruit coldly throws the fork on the ground, and the little face is red: "I don't have a mother!"
Song’s mother looked at the small watermelon with surprise.
Little watermelon, grandma doesn’t mean that...

The small watermelon kept her words, with a small face, saying a word: "Little watermelon has no mother! Only hegemony!"
After that, the child ran out of the living room very angry.
Song mother subconsciously chased out, and the result was stopped by Song Shizhen, and then anxiously said to the butler: "I still don't hurry to take the young master, don't make him angry!"
The butler promised to rush out with two maids.
Song Dad, standing on the corner of the second floor, whispered: "It’s like..."
The appearance of the small watermelon is not very similar to that of Song Shizhen, but the tyrannical temper is as great as the Song Dynasty.
After that, Song Dad turned and returned to the study.
Downstairs living room, Song mother looked at Song Shizhen, said: "Little watermelon, his mother, why is he so sensitive to the topic of mother?"
Song Shiyi said faintly: "I am not convenient to say that the little watermelon is fucking, but I hope that you will not mention the word mother in front of him."
Little watermelon has never seen the so-called "mother" since birth. Before he came to Hwaseong, he still didn't know the meaning of these two words, so he didn't care.
However, since he was sent to the early education class, the children in the same classroom saw not only the father but also the mother.
The child's heart is not very happy.
However, the small watermelon that has always been dominated by hegemony did not tell his own unhappiness to Bai Yu.
Song Mama is not such a woman who is so unreasonable. She is silent, nods and understands, and then stutters and says, "Hey... You came back with the little watermelon this year?"
Song Shiyi did not understand.
In the next second, Song Shizhen said: "He is going to record the program, and he will be back on the 30th."
Song Mama is not happy: "Since you are a lover, then he should focus on you, how can you even be a lover for the cause... oh! I said that cypress is not the best choice, Xiao Yan, you Why are you so blind to him?"
Song Shizhen: "I only like him ^" Song mother can't say anything at once, dumb, "Okay, I am going to bake a cake, you hurry to marry him."
Song Shiyi lifted his foot and went out. Song mother looked at the back of the younger son who stepped away quickly. He snorted twice and usually looked at the snoring. I didn’t expect this mouth to say so, it would be awkward.
When Bai Yu got off the plane, it was already one o'clock in the morning. But even so, he can't go back to the hotel because he is going to rehearse with his partner at the party.
Chu Wenwen looked at Bai Yu and opened the door and walked in from the outside. His face was black: "How is it?"
In fact, the Spring Festival Gala of the New Southwest began to determine the list of artists on the stage two months ago, because even if it is recorded in advance, it will take many days of rehearsal.
Five days ago, the two artists who had confirmed the stage performances were unable to attend the New Southwest Spring Festival party because of their private affairs.
The person in charge of the party discussed with the general director and decided to temporarily change the screen CP with a topic. It is not important to play any program. The key is to save the field successfully.
The general director just happened to be familiar with Qiu, and Qiu Dao wanted to use this opportunity to sell his new play
Nine Grabs
and gave him the recommendation of Bai Yu and Chu Wenwen.
Mr. Zhang and the brokerage company are not willing to give up this opportunity. Even if it is the local Taiwan Spring Festival Evening, the audience will never be less, so it is best to use this opportunity to help Bai Yu stir-fry.
Thus, the male and female protagonists of the Nine Heavens were once again bound together without any precautions.
Bai Yu did not expect that his partner would be Chu Wenwen, and his face was not good at the moment, and he said with a cold face: "孽缘."
Chu Wenwen was shivering by his two words, what is the edge? Pooh! She simply didn't want to have a relationship with this surname!
"I don't play a sketch." The two calmed down, and Chu Wenwen took the lead and said reluctantly.
"How many times can you play a small piece of time?" Bai gave me a mockery. "You think you don't need time to rehearse."
Said that his small belly chicken is also good, vicious green tea is worth mentioning, in short, Bai Yu really do not want to give this woman a good look at this moment.
Before the filming of the water scene in Xiaxian town, if Chu Wenwen did not deliberately rectify him, he would not be so cold in the cold, so that the lake was soaked for half an hour!
After being smashed, Bai Yu had always felt vulgar in the lower abdomen, but at that time he did not think about it, and he did not respond to the cause of the lower abdomen.
Therefore, even if she knew that Chu Wenwen did not really want to harm him, but wanted to let him suffer and be embarrassed in front of everyone, Bai Yu did not want to forgive her.
Chu Wenwen was reddened by his words, and he couldn’t speak for a long time. He said in a savage voice, "What do you say?"
Bai Yu sneered: "Before you came here, your agent didn't show you the show plan?"
Chu Wenwen's cold face, really no.
Bai Yu is too lazy to care about so much with a woman, fast: "Old songs new sing. I will go to the scene director to ask about the situation, you ... hurry to contact your agent."
Chu Wenwen walked to the corner with her mobile phone. When the phone was opened, she immediately blamed the cold face of the agent at the other end of the phone.
Bai Yu went to the spot director and got to know some of the things that were officially recorded tomorrow night. Then I went back to Chu Wenwen.
Chu Wenwen has already sang with the lyrics, and the instructor has a satisfactory smile from time to time.
Bai Yu took the lyrics and sat on the other side. He put his earphones on his ear and listened while singing. He made a beat from time to time.
At the same time, Song Shiyi held the computer to process the documents. Even after the holiday, Song Shizhen, who is the big boss, still has a lot of work on hand.
The small watermelon suddenly woke up in a dream, looked at the stunned eggs at the end of the bed, and looked at Song Shizhen, who was sitting next to the keyboard. "Judi, is it morning?"
"Evening." Song Shizhen was brief and concise.
"I just had a dream, dreaming that the fighter gave me a sister to come back." Little watermelon bitterly, "My sister doesn't play robots with me, I don't like her."
"Reassure, your sister has not yet been born." Song Shiyi paused, and the latter sentence was hard to say that the next dream was reversed, perhaps a younger brother.
The small watermelon was relieved and looked up: "Judi, Grandma said, will there be a small cousin at home tomorrow?"
"Yes." Song Shiyi closed the computer and touched the child's face and said, "They bully you, what do you do?"
The little watermelon snorted and said with an embarrassed egg: "I let the egg bite him."
The egg in his sleep suddenly woke up, squatting twice in the same place, glanced at the small watermelon, and fell asleep.
Song Shiyi nodded. "Why was the last time being bullied?"
".Well?"
Song Shiyi reminded: "You were bullied at Mo's home last time. Why don't you complain to him?"
Uncle Mo?
The small watermelon sighed and said: "Because that is someone else's home, Uncle Mo will be unhappy."
In the Song Dynasty, he blinked his eyes. According to what he said, isn’t the small watermelon not treating himself as someone else?
"Good boy." Song Shizhen held the small watermelon in his arms. "Sleep."
The little watermelon yawned, nestled in an unfamiliar but reassuring arm, and fell asleep after a while.
Song Shizhen looked at the miniature version of Bai Yu in the darkness and smiled.
The next day, the relatives of the Song family’s neighbors came to the Song family with their children and gave gifts to their early years. This is the respect of the neighbors.
The three four-year-old boys from the side of the Song family formed a small team and were preparing to work together to drive the small watermelons away from the Song family.
however……
In the face of three little boys who want to bully him, the small watermelon silently loosens the dog chain that pulls the egg. After a while, the three boys yelled and hunted, and they were chased by the eggs and ran across the yard.
"Help!" "Dead dog dead! Hurry and let it go!"
"Parents! Save me!! Ah!!!! Save me!!" On the second floor window, Song squatted and stood on the window sill, watching the three children from bullying to being bullied only took five minutes. Suddenly dumb.
Perhaps, the small watermelon inherited all the good genes of the two fathers, and the smashed look is like Bai Yu.
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