Chapter 25:

At half past eight, Bai was guilty of smoking addiction, but seeing the small watermelon still relies on the living room to play with jigsaw puzzles, scolding the children, then excuses to throw garbage and go out.
The little watermelon head doesn’t turn back,
Hey will come back soon.

Bai Yu threw the rubbish, and leaned on the slippers at the entrance of the corridor. He smoked his mouth and took out a lighter to ignite.
The late autumn wind was full of coolness. Bai Yu was just out of the door. She came out with a short T-shirt. Without a jacket, she didn’t have a deep, long nose. It tickles her nose and even hit three or four sneezes.
There was a slight walk behind him, and I hadn't waited for Bai to look back. I was wearing a suit jacket on my shoulder.
After smelling the familiar taste, Bai Yu gave a low voice and took out a cigarette. He handed it to Song Shi, who was standing next to him, raising his eyebrow and saying, "Come one."
Originally thought that this man would not accept, but the next second, Song Shizhen took over the smoke of Bai Yu's hand.
Bo's lips moved, and before he spoke, there was a shadow in front of him.
In the Song Dynasty, Shantou rushed to the front of Bai Yu, his mouth was smoky, the tail of smoke and the end of the smoke touched together, his look was cold, and the mature man’s face came.
Bai Yu swallowed a slobber without a trace, and looked at the male color that was close at hand. He was careful that the liver was caught by a cat, and itching was incredible.
Really handsome, if you can come back again, it’s fine...
Song Shizhen succeeded in borrowing fire. Standing next to Bai Yu, he spit out a smog. The handsome side face was not clear under the black screen.
Bai Yu smashed a thigh, secretly snarled, male color is wrong, calm! calm!
The sigh of breath began to flood around the two, but the two sides were unaware.
Bai Yu threw the cigarette on the floor, grinded it with slippers, and said with a dumb voice: "How come you came out."
Song Shiyi turned his head and glanced at Bai Yu, and found that the other party was constantly repeating the action of licking the lips. Before the two of them lived together, he was very clear that the other party’s action was a smog.
Bai Yu couldn't help it. He just wanted to come out and smoke two cigarettes. As a result, he met Song Shiyi, and after he even gave one to the other party, he would not.
Bai Yu was still stunned, and he only returned to God after his mouth was stuffed into a wet cigarette.
Song Shizhen stood by and did not explain his actions. His look was as good as he saw at the beginning of the year, but his temperament was more stable and mature.
Bai Yu suddenly felt the bitterness of his mouth, and even the cigarette in his mouth that had been bitten by Song was unable to withstand his interest.
This man, if not forced, how can he easily let go?
"I will go back first." Bai Yu suddenly opened his mouth and did not wait for Song Shiyi to look over. He turned his foot and turned and hurried away.
I don't know if it was intentional or not. Bo Yi took away the jacket that had just been worn by him in Song Dynasty, and did not return it.
Song Shiyi was slightly coveted, his eyes were deep and dark, like a beast that was crouching in the night, only when the prey entered into the hunting area, it would attack.
The "prey" knows nothing about it and is still happily in the same place.
Not long after Bai Yu went back, Song Shiyi turned and went back.
Just arrived at the door, Song Shiyi's cell phone rang, glanced at it, found that it was Qi Qi, he hang up the call without hesitation.
Before I helped this person, it was a sentiment in the past, but since the evening of the reception, Song Shiyi intends to completely cut off the connection with this person.
If the medicine is not completed, it is necessary to distort the facts in front of Song’s mother. The practice of Qi Tong has already angered Song Shizhen.
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