Chapter 9:

Because the male and male are not only big wrists, but also the sense of cp when interacting is very strong. Therefore, the guide took the scriptwriter and modified the script overnight, and assigned the majority of the plays belonging to the female master to the male.
As a result, the existence of a woman who is inherently low is now more dispensable.
At 7:10 pm on October 12, the small fan uploaded the first episode of "Little Hou Ye". At the same time, a large wave of Yanping Party that began to look at it began to swipe.
[God, oh, bai, wearing a white costume, looks so handsome, Xiaohouye is so proud that I can’t hold it 2333...]
[Wait for Momo to play in the next episode, the director bids to donate to Momo, otherwise the palace will send the blade, 咻咻咻╤_╤]
[How did Bai Yu and Moan pick up this kind of online drama? It means that in addition to the men's clothes look good, other people's clothes are like second-hand clothing wholesale goods, the crew can not save money so much! 】
【agree. Except for Bai Yu, other people's value clothing is not online, can't see, small production is small production, so disappointing 】
On the evening of the official broadcast of "Little Hou Ye", there was a mixed feeling, and there was a surprise face party that had a disappointing testimony.
However, there is a topic in Tucao. The first broadcast of "Little Houye" broke through 100 million in the night, and it was ranked first in the online search volume of small fans, and won good results.
Waiting is very satisfied with this, the first episode is just to release the story background and the main line characters, the real main dish is still behind.
Bai Yu’s views on this are the same.
However, the good results of the first broadcast of the night made the crew really cheer up the whole team. In the next few days of shooting, the work efficiency is getting better and better, the shooting progress is almost one, and even the time after work is advanced a lot.

The chubby little fat man laughed and glared at himself, taller than the small watermelon, and reached out and grabbed the little scorpion of the small watermelon. "The ugly little scorpion, haha."
The small watermelon was caught in a small scorpion, and the hair was pulled and hurt, and the pain was so painful that the eye was suffocating.
In the toilet, there are three large classes of children holding small watermelons. The other two are not so daring, and they will only be called by the foxes and tigers. They are afraid to do it.
For the first time, the small watermelon was so bullied, his eyes were red, and he said with anger: "Do not lick my nephew!"
The little fat man was shocked. I feel that the majesty of my boss has been challenged in front of the two younger brothers, and I am even more angry. I am less and less heavy when I start. "I will marry your little nephew, not a little girl, what kind of scorpion, ugly death! Ugly died!"
The small watermelon is about to be mad, seeing the other person still holding his little scorpion, immediately use his head to go to the top of the little fat man's belly, his mouth still yells in anger, as if to show himself a bold demonstration.
As a result, the small watermelons that were outnumbered were suppressed by three children by force, and the humiliating ones were squatted down, and they were forced to
prove
that they were not girls.
Although the watermelon concept is not strong now, it is also known that it is not good to be smashed in public, so the process is very fierce.
However, in the end, not only was his pants smashed, but even the little baby who symbolized the little man was bounced by the little fat man.
The small watermelon squatted on the lower body, and the face was grievances beside the iron railing in the backyard. Let’s scream at the tears. I hope that the hegemony can appear like the bump man.
As a result, the scum cypress did not appear in front of the small watermelon like the bump man, but Song 凛 appeared.
Song Shizhen is just passing by.
He just talked about a business trip back, looked up at the moment outside the car, saw the miniature version of Bai Yu's face grievances on the edge of the iron railing, staring at the street, his heart jerked.
"Parking!" Song Shi said coldly.
It may be true konjac, otherwise Song Shizhen could not convince himself for other reasons. Why did he feel soft when he saw the scaled version of Bai Yu hiding in the corner?
The small watermelon wiped his face with his back, his eyes were red and swollen, and he was so convulsive that he looked particularly pitiful.
In front of the black, the small watermelon looked up in the shadows, and found that the other party was Song Shiyi, remembering that the other party had once held his uncle in the supermarket and said: "Uncle, hello."
When Song Song licked his lips, he never communicated with children, so he didn't know how to go to the small watermelon that was obviously wronged.
"uncle?"
Song Shiyi said: "How come you are here, Bai Yu?"
"Hegemony went to work, I am going to school here." Xiaoguai lowered his head and his fingers unconsciously stirred up.
Song Shiyi stared at the small watermelon with a sigh of relief, and he sang aloud. He did not say a word and left.
The small watermelon eyes looked at Song Shiyi and left, unwilling to go up, kneeling on the iron railing and looking around.
Uncle?
As a result, in the next second, the small watermelon was hung up by the vacant. Before he could hear the exclamation, he heard the familiar low male voice ringing behind him. "How did you cry?"
The small watermelon turned his head and held the neck of Song Shiyi with his hand. The small head was nested at the neck of the other party, shaking his head, not saying a word.
Song Shizhen, who had never been so close to the children, suddenly froze.
Half-sounding, Song Shiyi held the child's in one hand and took his back in one hand and said, "First eat, then take you to Bai Yu."
The little watermelon put the head in the arms of the Song Dynasty, and did not say a word, twisted and pinched.
When Song Shizheng agreed, he would leave the early education school with his children.
As a result, after passing through an early education class, I saw three children looking at themselves in horror. One of the little fat men was also wary of carrying the pants, and a pair of expressions that "had to be unlucky."
Song Shizhen: ...
He did not always attract small children to see, but the first time he met, he was afraid of becoming like this, or it was rare.
Song Shizhen’s gaze stopped in the small watermelon in his arms, and he looked at the three children who were not vigilant in the distance. The eyebrows wrinkled and his heart vaguely understood what.
The early education institute is privately opened. Apart from the parents, the staff here will not let the strangers take the children away. After all, the children are golden, and if they do something they can't afford it.
However, when Song Shizhen left the early education court with a small watermelon, he did not stop.
Teacher Chen has never appeared from beginning to end.
Song Shizhen, holding a small watermelon sitting in the back seat, faintly said: "Drive to the Song's Hotel."
The bald driver looked at the nose and nose, and he was not curious about the child he was holding in Song’s arms. He did not ask, and he stepped on the gas pedal and slammed it out.
The cypress who was filming suddenly sneezed and the right eyelid kept jumping. There was always an ominous premonition.
"What's wrong?" Moan asked.
Bai Yu returned to God and smiled and said: "Nothing. Keep going."
After arriving at the destination, Song Shizhen took the child who was still unwilling to move in his arms and got off to the private room where he usually stayed. He said, "Want to eat something?"
The waiter diligently opened the menu and handed it over.
The little watermelon slowly looked up from the arms of Song Shiyi and looked at the menu with curiosity.
The small watermelon is illiterate, but it can read the picture, and then click on the picture of a few dishes to continue to nest in the arms of Song Shizhen.
"Uncle, are we going to find a fighter?" The voice of the little watermelon was crying.
Song Shiyi calmly nodded, ignoring the wetness of the neck.
The small watermelon was full of expectation, and even the tears on his face could not be wiped out. He said, "Can an uncle help me make a small braid?"
His little nephew had just been deliberately dispelled by the little fat man, thinking that he would go to find Bai Yu later, the small watermelon had to find off-site assistance.
In the Song Dynasty, he had never edited a small scorpion, and he refused to do so, but he saw a small watermelon with red eyes, but he did not know how to open it.
"What is your name?" Song Shiyi transferred the topic.
"Bai Yanting. Uncle can call me a small watermelon." The small watermelon slowly recovered. When I remembered coming home from the supermarket, the tyrant was very afraid of my uncle, and suddenly I was nervous from the arms of Song Shiyi. go away.
After he started to remember, Bai Yu told him that he could not leave with strangers, and he could not just leave with someone who claimed to be a good friend of Dad.
However, the small watermelon just needs a solid and reliable embrace because of the sadness.
Therefore, the appearance of Song Shiyi not only made the small watermelon feel safe, but also made him feel good about the other side. Will be confused and taken out of school.
Song Shiyi lowered his eyes and looked at the honestly sitting in the chair, barely revealing a small watermelon with half a head, and his lips smashed into a straight line.
After restoring reason, Song Shiyi had the same concerns as the small watermelon. He didn't know how to bring a small watermelon to see Bai Yu.
I haven't seen it for two years. When I saw you, I had a child with my predecessor. This made Song Shiyi angry and more disappointed.
However, Song Shizhen, who is not good at emotional exposure, did not let others notice his strangeness.
One big one, one small and one small, was sitting in danger, did not continue to say a word, wait until the waiter pushed the dining car into it, only to break the embarrassment.
Song Shizhen said: "Is there a child seat?"
Standing up, holding the table with your hands to barely see the small watermelons of the food is very annoying, and gratefully glanced at Song Shiyi.
The waiter shook his head in a dilemma. "There are people on the third floor, most of them have children, and the children's seats are all used."
Song Shiyi frowned, indicating that the waiter who had served the food left.
The waiter breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly left the private room.
After going out of the door of the private room, the waiter was full of regrets, and finally hit the big boss once, but the result was a negative impression in front of the big boss, and it was finished.
Song Shizhen did not think so much, saw the small watermelon standing directly in the chair to prepare to start, frowning, let him sit down, and then personally distribute the dish on a plate to feed him.
The small watermelon is happy to open his mouth, his eyes are bright, and his mouth is tangled and chewed with food.
The Song boss who did everything at a glance enjoyed the feeling of feeding the miniature version of Bai Yu, especially when the other party showed a happy expression, the lip that had been close to the corner had a rare arc.
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