Chapter 72:

In the VIP waiting room, Bai Yu was puzzled and looked at Mr. Zhang.
Mr. Zhang gave a deep breath, "I have something to say, don't look at me like this, I really can't stand it."
Bai Yu sighed and said, "I fell asleep in the car last night. Who sent me back to the hotel? I...not myself going back." Mr. Zhang almost knocked over the cup. "What! Not your own." Back to the hotel! How?! Are you injured?!
Bai Yu shook his head, tilted his legs, and looked happy:
You finally cared about me. I don’t know who has sent me back, but I’m sure It’s definitely not my own going back.

"I didn't get drunk when I was not drunk, I just fell asleep, how could I not even walk the road? Right, what driver did you find for me last night? Ask him if he sent me back. ""
Mr. Zhang looks strange: "I didn't ask you for a driver. I originally planned to go for a ride with you at the beach. As a result, the tires exploded and I didn't pick you up in time."
Bai Yu: "..."
The two of them silently silenced for a long time, and Bai Yu broke the shackles and said, "Forget it, probably... I walked back in my sleepwalk."
Mr. Zhang nodded and wanted to find a time to check the surveillance video. Don't let the minded person bury the cypress.
When the plane missed an hour, Bai Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief when he stepped on the plane. Even if he couldn’t catch up with the New Year’s Eve, he could catch up with the Spring Festival Evening.
Mr. Zhang turned off the phone and put on his eye mask to sleep.
Bai Yu couldn't sleep, and stared at the window with wide eyes. The result was only gray and nothing could be seen.
Who was it last night?
On the other side, Song family.
Song mother took the newly bought clothes and smiled for the small watermelon. She looked at the child's white and tender face and made it more lovely under the red new clothes.
Her grandson is really cute!
The short, short-legged watermelon climbed onto the sofa and squatted on Song’s father’s leg, staring at him.
Grandpa, hungry.

Song’s father’s wise and calm eyes broke through the ice after touching the child’s simple ignorant peach eyes. He reluctantly took off his glasses and said,
Hungry? Wait a minute before you can start the meal. Would you like to eat some small cookies first?

The small watermelon stretched out the short, fat fingers, and shook it in a serious way, saying: "Not good! Small watermelons need sugar."
Song Dad grabbed a few pieces of candy on the coffee table and handed it to him, saying, "Eat, go to Grandma after eating."
The small watermelon did not eat, carefully turned around, hid the candy in his pocket, and then said innocently: "Grandpa, the sugar is finished, but also."
Song Dad who witnessed the child’s behavior in a series of Tibetan candy:
...

"You want to hide the candy and secretly eat it?" Negotiator master Song Dad did not disable the lureful tone when he faced the big grandson who loved him.
The egg suddenly popped out of the sofa, and the bark of the bark screamed. After the call, he swayed his tail and ran to the kitchen. This is his fixed base in the Song family, and he will go almost every time before the meal. Turn two laps and patrol the territory.
Under the gentle strategy of Song Dad, Xiao watermelon said with a look of embarrassment: "He wants to dominate."
Song Dad was instantly cured by a small watermelon. Satisfied: "Good, really a good boy."
It is rare that this child is so pro-Song, this is also a matter of their heart.
The little watermelon blushes, and I am embarrassed to run one by one before leaving. He still remembers to give his favorite bully a few more candy.
Hegemony... I like to eat sugar, Judy... I don’t like to eat, so he has to give it all to hegemony!
Well……
But when will the fighter come back to pick me up?
At 8 o'clock in the evening, the National Taiwan Spring Festival Evening officially began, and the Song family sat on the sofa to watch the Spring Festival Evening.
Song Shiyi fed a small watermelon biscuit and said: "Big brother is not coming back this year?"
"The company is busy, saying that it is staying there, and then come back to see us later." Song mother sighed, a good New Year, the result of the eldest son is not.
However, having a grandson is not bad.
The little watermelon food didn't know the taste, and he often looked at Song Shiyi. The latter thought that he would be convenient. He took him to the bathroom on the first floor and said, "Go, I am waiting for you here."
The small watermelon shook his head and took the clothes of Song Shiyi. He grievously licked his mouth. "What about hegemony?"
"I want to be with the hegemony, hegemony is bad!"
Song Shizhen was silent for a moment, kneeling down, and looking at the child, "He will come back tonight."
When Bo Yu was on the plane today, he sent a text message to Song Shiyi, the content is that he boarded the plane. It takes two hours to fly from New Southwest to Hwaseong Fortress.
But this is not counting on whether he will encounter a traffic jam after he leaves the plane.
The little watermelon blinked. "Judi, can I go to the door to wait for the hegemony?"
"Well, I will accompany you." Song Shiyi nodded, put on his coat, took a small watermelon and walked out of the house, standing in the front yard.
The black lacquered night sky ticket has a little snow, and it looks crystal clear under the bright street lights. The eyes of the small watermelon are smashing - the next light, "Snow!"
The egg came out from the corner, and a bit of a tattered puppet was biting in the mouth. The mung bean eye was also shining with the light. The small watermelon running around the small watermelon was giggled by it. "爹迪, help me take photos. I want to be with the eggs!"
In the Song Dynasty, he took out his mobile phone and adjusted it with a serious light. Focus: "Laugh."
A small watermelon mouth corner, "chicken wings!"
When the Song Dynasty handed a meal, he sent the photo to Bai Yu and said, "Why do you say chicken wings?"
Small watermelon: "The hegemony said, eat more meat and grow taller, so we have to say chicken wings."
"...Don't listen to him, let's laugh at the next time, don't talk."
The little watermelon hesitated and said: "Judi, we are here, can you find us?"
He has never been here before, although he is curious, he still misses his home. Moreover, he is worried that he will not be able to find him after he returns.
"He knows that you are here, do you want to play?" Song Shiyi said, just finished, the phone in his pocket shook and took it out, it was a text message from Bai Yu.
Bai Yu: I am stuck on the elevated platform, and I will not go back for a while.
After reading the text message, Song Shiyi dialed the other party's phone without hesitation: "Why don't you call directly."
"...I thought you were with your parents, and I yelled at the past." Bai Yu was speechless.
The small watermelon smashed the hand to the hand of Song Shi, and muttered in his mouth: "Hegemony, I want to dominate."
When Song Shiyi saw it, he was too embarrassed to grab a phone call with his son and gave him the phone.
The small watermelon eyes are bright: "Hey, I have sugar, when are you coming back?"
"At the latest, I should be able to go back. Little watermelon, where are you coming from?" Bai Yu was surprised. At this time, the long dragon in front of the car was slowly stopped after half an hour of blocking. "Okay, no. I’m stuck in traffic, where are I going to find you?

Xiao watermelon said, "Sugar is given by grandfather, I want to stay for hegemony, hey, hegemony, okay?"
When the voice just fell, the small watermelon found that the mobile phone in his hand was taken away, and looked at Song Shiyi with a look of his face. "Uncle Song... The hegemony is mine."
Song Shiyi ignored the child's sad eyes. "When can I get there?"
"If you don't have a traffic jam, it's almost half an hour." Bai Yu suddenly said, "I don't want to see your parents so fast."
Song Shizhen was silent for a moment: "Good."
The phone hangs up, and Bai Yusong sighs. He doesn't mind going to see each other's parents, but he is not ready yet.
Especially now, it is still a Chinese New Year. He does not want to destroy a good reunion year because of his own appearance.
Thinking of this, Bai Yu’s face was a little gray.
Tonight, Song Shizhen must not leave the Song family. After he will return, he will not only face an empty home, but also face the reality of his son’s Chinese New Year!
rub!
After a half hour, I finally got home, dragged my suitcase and went home slowly. I still had a bag of rice noodles that had just been packed on the road, and added two kinds of halogen eggs.
As a result, when I opened the door with the key, I saw two large and small figures in the darkened house, and the rice flour on the handle that was almost scared was given.
"Hegemony! Birthday... No, Happy New Year!"
The small watermelon rushed out and succumbed to Bai Yu like a koala. He licked his mouth and slammed it up. "Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss the little watermelon."
Song Shiyi calmly walked over, in front of the small watermelon, kissed Bai Yu and said: "Hungry?"
Bai Yu handed the suitcase to Song Shiyi, picked up the small watermelon, and smashed it. "You are really heavy."
Small watermelon licks his face.
Both the small watermelon and the Song dynasty had eaten the meal. Bai Yu did not eat much food on the plane. After entering the house, he directly took the rice noodle that he had just bought and ate it with a big mouthful.
Halfway through, Bai Yu stopped his movements and said helplessly: "You can't help but stare at me? I can't eat."
The small watermelon looked straight at the Bai Yu, "hegemony eat, small watermelon is not hungry."
The half-half egg on the silent hand of Bai Yu was given to the small watermelon. "Open your mouth."
The small watermelon smashed half of the egg in one bite, then turned and secretly dug a small piece of egg yolk from the mouth and threw it to the egg.
Bai Yu: "..." defeated the family.
Song Shizhen said: "I won't go back tonight."
"Why?" Bai Yu thought of this, "How come you are here?"
The small watermelon is interjected. "Jie Di is going to find... Hey, accompany his wife, so Grandma let him go quickly."
Bai Yu looked straight at Song Shiyi: "...I was suddenly a little shy."
Little watermelon asked: "What is a wife?"
Song Shiyi frowned, the first time he was bored with a small watermelon. "How can he remember his so good when he is two years old?"
Bai Yu sneered: "How do I know, anyway, when I was two years old, I still wore open pants and climbed the house."
Song Shizhen: "I went to the study, you rest with him." After that, the man did not hesitate to get up.
Small watermelon and cypress are big eyes and small eyes.
Bai Yu suddenly rushed over and grinned. "Little watermelon, then tell my father about Song Shushu's original words, okay?"
Song Shizhen actually told his parents to go with his wife... This feeling is quite shameful.
Bai Yu suddenly produced a kind of dedication to the Song Cannon in the study room.
"No." The little watermelon jumped off the chair and ran away.
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