Chapter 192:

Qi Le wiped his sweat, took a look at the time with his mobile phone, and when he found that it was time, he got out of the car and went to work. As a result, he walked halfway and heard Gu Bo shouting "Uncle" in the back. When he came, he suddenly rushed over and said: "Dad, what are you doing?"

He prayed that his father would immediately put on a kind face: "Relax your work, Dad is not in trouble, I will wait for you to go home from work."

"..." Qi Le shook his head, "No, no ..."

Gu Gu Bo suddenly lifted his forehead and looked aside. Sure enough, he prayed that his father looked at his son suspiciously, and then squeezed his face: "Is there anything else I haven't said? I'll tell Lao Tzu."

Qi Le was silent for a long while and choked: "This is ..."

Pray for a second for the father to look at his son who looks like a flower, and then shake again: "That is to say, it's all gay? Son, are you crazy? Didn't you let them eat tofu? You see, you can beat this small body Who ?! "

Qi Qile trembled: "The boss took good care of me, it's all right ..."

"Isn't he trying to bubble you? Or is there another man trying to bubble you? If so, tell my dad, huh, how dare I miss my son, I'll choke him!"

Gu Gubai: "..."
Prayer: "= 口 ="

"No no no, you misunderstood ..."

Gu Bo quickly adjusted his emotions, let his daughter-in-law go to work first, and pulled the uncle to explain why none of these people knew you. Suddenly a strange man appeared, which was really suspicion. You would protect Xiaole. Please rest assured, And only playing this night, no accidents or the like, this successfully persuaded someone to open the door respectfully, let his old man go up to play with his mobile phone, then breathed a sigh of relief, turned to the bar to find his wife.

He prayed that his father was bored and played the game. He glanced at the bar next to him, thinking that he would sit for a while. As long as he didn't show too close to his son, he should be fine. Then he opened the door and entered slowly.

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56.The burden ...

There are crisp piano songs in the bar. This time is not the time when the night is the busiest. There are not many guests. Sitting together in pairs, listening to music and chatting leisurely, the atmosphere is not bad. Pray for my father to come to the bar and sit down, ask for a glass of wine, and start looking for his son.

Shen Shu and Babyface had no class tonight. As usual, they sat at the bar. When they saw him, they looked at it suddenly. The former squinted and whispered in praise: "It looks handsome, has a good figure, and the wrist watch is "Genuine, rich man," he whispered sadly. "Why, why not wear tights?"

Babyface has long been accustomed to his brother's "bird-watching hobby," and sat silently.

"If you have a good personality, you can try it. Although older, it looks stable," Shen Shu whispered, drinking with a wine glass, and finally retracted his gaze and glanced at his brother. "I'm not letting you change A goal? Any ideas? "

Baby face was silent for a while: "It's not finished."

"Then you continue to think." Shen Shu coped with one sentence, still looking at the people there unintentionally or unintentionally.

Pray that the father is wearing a proper suit, and it seems like a fan of a successful social man, coupled with that handsome face, became the focus of everyone's attention for a moment. After only a moment, there will be a small zero to hold back and sit. He smiled beside him and asked, "Sir, can I have a drink?"

Pray for a glance at the father, seeing this man's eyeliner, demon in the demon, completely unlike the serious, can not help but look at the son who is seriously playing the piano on the stage, immediately feel very comforting, slightly raised his head, eyes are proud Compared with this person, his son is really good.

Xiao Xiao was ignored and smiled stiffly: "... sir?"

He prayed that his father didn't look at him anymore, and waved the back of his hands, apparently sending him away. The man was stiff again, so he had to leave. Some other small zeros quickly dismissed the idea, while others were eager to try, but none succeeded. I prayed that my father was struck by three people in a row in just 20 minutes, and frowned suddenly, feeling that even him like this could be harassed. Wouldn't it be worse for his son who was like a flower? The son looks so good, the temperament is so extraordinary, the absolute number of people who like his son ca n’t be counted. In case of a stubble, it must be a life of bullying!