Chapter 78:

Song Shiyi picked up his mobile phone, his eyes were dark, saved the photos, then set the phone aside and turn off the lights to sleep.
Just lying down, Bai Yu wraps up like an octopus and swears: "How is the work so much?"
"Fortunately, not busy." Song Shiyi smashed the broken hair in front of the young man's forehead, feeling the other's rare shun, and he was in a good mood. "Sleep."
Bai Yu yawned and fell asleep.
In the early morning of the next day, Song Shiyi gave Mr. Zhang a text message to Mr. Bai Yu, while eating breakfast, and faintly said: "What are you going to do?"
In this matter, Song Shiyi has his own treatment method. If it is in the past, he will handle it silently. But now, men hope that his way of getting along with the youth has changed.
Bai Yu took a look at the phone and looked gloomy: "I will handle it well."
Song Shiyi’s action to eat,
What are you going to do?

"How to deal with it, how to deal with it." Bai Yu finished drinking all the porridge in the bowl and continued, "Qiu Feng has promised my relationship with the small watermelon. My new agent will come to meet me today, I Discuss with her."
Song Shi Emei: "Why open it."
"The paparazzi's reputation in the circle is not very good, and since the old chapter can't be solved, it must be because he ran over and asked for money." Bai Yu picked up a steamed buns from the plate and chewed slowly.
"These people are extorting in the name of sealing fees. Even if they really give them a sum of money, they will come to us for money in a few days." Bai Yu explained calmly.
"In this case, it is better to open up the opportunity." Bai Yu flashed his head and suddenly said: "If I openly related to the small watermelon, then your home..."
The existence of the open small watermelon is the idea that Bai Yu had existed long ago, so he will not change easily, but now it seems that the Song family is also a trouble.
Song Shiyi is obviously worried about this, but he calms the other side: "I will handle it well."
Bai Yu did not suspect him, nodded and said: "Then I will go to the company to discuss the next plan with the agent. Will you go to the company or go home?"
Song Shiyi wiped his mouth and said, "Go back first."
Xiao watermelon said: "Hey, what about me?"
"You go to school, what do you think?" Bai Yu squinted at him, his grimacing hand reaching the little hair in front of the child's head and messing up the small watermelon and quietly watching him, faintly spit out two words: "Don't bother ""
It was only now that Bai Yu understood that "the near-Zhu is close to the black," he looked at the man with a smile and said: "It’s really natural to learn from you."
The Song Dynasty was indifferent.
After breakfast, when the babysitter went to the house to arrange housework, Bai Yucai went out to leave.
The new agent called Li Jie, a short-haired woman in her early forties, a skilled professional dress. When she saw Bai Yu, she smiled and said, "Hello."
Bai Yu sat in a chair and looked at his agent through the desk. He opened the door: "My private situation should have been told to you. Now the paparazzi has taken pictures of me and my son. I am going to put The plan is ahead of schedule."
Li Jie nodded cautiously. The photo taken by the paparazzi did have to advance the plan. She took out a few sheets of paper from the drawer and said, "This is the plan I just made. You can see if you agree, we can Make sure to proceed according to this plan."
Bai Yu took it and read it in detail. After fifteen minutes, she said to her seriously: "Yes."
Li Jie said: "That's right. Yes, there was a parent-child cover to find you yesterday. I think it's good to start shooting magazines with your children first."
Bai Yu pondered and said: "Continue."
"Before they also filmed a group of male artists and amateur baby's parent-child seal, so they hoped that you could shoot with a child star." Li Jie simply said her thoughts, "Now, since we intend Putting the plan ahead, I think it's just a good opportunity."
"You go with the baby to shoot." Li Jie said, "Step by step fans to understand, accept, recognize."
Bai Yu thought for a moment and nodded.
"And, there is a variety show that promotes the father and the son. Do you want to bring him with him?" Li Jie turned out a parent-child program called "Baby Baby."
"After the broadcast in the first season, the audience responded very strongly. The participating star dads were all red. The program group is now preparing for the second season. If you like, I will contact you for the director group."
Bai Yu was silent, and it took a while to make up his mind: "Well, let the public relations department prepare for the announcement."
Li Jie said that the public relations department had been instructed by Qiu, and a large number of public relations drafts had already been prepared. After waiting for Bai Yu to solve the problem, Bai Yu got up and left.
After Bai Yu left, Li Jie immediately took out the contact person and said: "Bai Yu agreed, but the child star we hope to change."
The person in charge wondered: "Why, he is now very popular, and it is not easy for us to meet him."
Li Jie and the person in charge knew and slowly said: "Bai Yu hopes to take his son together."
The person in charge was surprised: "Bei Yu?! He is not only twenty-five years old now, how can he have children so soon? Besides, he is now on the rise, is it not a self-seeking death?"
Li Jie said irritably: "You do so much."
The person in charge shouted: "When you do, I will handle this matter later."
The children's star they invited before was good, and the popularity was just right, but the topic was far from the same: Bai Yu brought his parents to the first time.
Hang up the phone, Li Jie relaxes while drinking tea, and can't help but vomit: "Now the young people will really play, if you play prolapse, see what you do."
A few days later, the scene was filmed.
Bai Yu was wearing a white suit, handsome and aggressive. The small watermelon next to him wore exactly the same small suit, but the expression was stiff and the cameraman sighed: "Berg, would you like to communicate with your child first?"
Bai Yu nodded and hugged the small watermelon to the corner of no one. He poked the face of the child and couldn’t help but say, "How are you angry?"
"I am not angry." The little watermelon smiled when he licked it. He smiled and tears fell, and his mouth was flat: "I am afraid of hegemony."
For the first time, I stood in front of the crowd and put on various postures. I also had to adapt to the various lights in front of me. The camera and the children were a little scared.
Bai Yu held him in his arms and kissed him. He said quietly: "You didn't say that you want to take photos with your father last time. Now you are taking photos. Have you forgotten? Hey... or, baby is only willing I took photos with Judy and I don’t want to shoot with Bae."
The small watermelon is hooked, and the face of the hand is touched by the nervous face. "I don't have it. Don't be jealous, I shoot."
Bai Yu was very useful, and patiently enlightened, "Wait a minute, don't look at the uncles and aunts, do you see Dad? I like you looking at me."
The face of the little watermelon was red, and it was twisted and said: "How are you so sticky?"
The small watermelon sighed in the autumn, and the hand made the generous hand stick out. "You take me, let's take a photo, don't be jealous."
Bai Yu’s fart was followed by the child.
After being enlightened, the small watermelon was naturally more natural. He did not look at the cameraman. The beautiful peach eyes smiled and bent, holding the hand of Bai Yu in one hand and licking his clothes in one hand.
Bai Yu kneels down and points to his face. "Come, kiss my father."
The little watermelon cheered and rushed up, licking his mouth and slamming toward Bo's mouth.
Bai Yu was in a hurry.
The cameraman saves the photo by pressing the shutter button.
The next shot was simpler and lighter. The small watermelon was held in the arms of the favorite bully, and the eyes were slowly A-/trrhr.
The cover of the magazine itself is mainly sweet and sweet, and the personal interactions like Bai Yu and Xiao watermelon are very close to the theme of the magazine.
The little watermelon whispered on the body of Bai Yu: "Hey, when can we take photos."
"After the show is broadcast," Bai Yu smiled and kissed him.
They have already talked with the magazine, and the cover of this issue will wait until the cypress to participate in the "baby baby" before the typesetting contact printing.
The small watermelon is unknown: "Oh, okay."
"A few days, you have to travel alone with Dad. Are you unhappy?" Bai Yu teased him. He thought that the small watermelon would agree with the joyful, but did not expect the silence of the child.
The little watermelon still hesitated and said, "Why can't you go to the disco?"
"Ji Di wants to make money to raise us, can't go." Bai Yu regrets that Song Shizhen is the facade of Song's family. Every day there is a lot of busy work, and there should be no end to paying.
The little watermelon lowered his head and said with sadness: "Well then..."
The filming was over, the staff left, and Bai Yu left the small watermelon and left the back door. He walked onto the nanny car and watched him cautiously. "What happened?"
Small watermelon blinks: "I will want to be jealous."
"I will think about him too." Bai Yu answered casually, then opened the player from the phone and clicked on the previously cached animation: "Watch TV?"
Little watermelon nodded, and went over to watch TV, his eyes were stunned.
In the Song family, the servant left the meal at the dinner table and left the house. Only the housekeeper was at the table.
Song mother sighed and put the chopsticks down. "I want to be a grandson."
Song Dad’s meal was a meal, saying:
Let Xiao Xiao bring him back.

Mother Song: "I told him about it, but he always pushed too busy."
"If you are busy, you can be busy not letting us see the children?" The one-of-a-kind head of the family is full of momentum. "Take him bring the child back tomorrow."
Song’s mother is not happy.
The housekeeper, let people go to the backyard and fish the fish I raised. I will raise it in the kitchen for one night. I will cook the soup for my grandson tomorrow.

The butler nodded and kept this in mind.
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