At the end of a busy day's program recording, Bai Yu dragged his tired body to open the door, walked into the living room, and saw that Song Shirin had not slept yet, subconsciously glanced at the second floor, and said, "Little watermelon is sleeping?"
Song Shirin closed the work computer, walked to the kitchen and brought him a bowl of soup, and said, "Go and rest after eating."
Bai Yu chatted with him while drinking: "Is he still Xi to moving here today?" Did you cry?"
In the past two days, Bai Yu's work has been busy, running publicity everywhere, and after he is busy with publicity, he will go to record a reality show, so the matter of moving will be fully handed over to Song Shirin.
Song Shirin had no complaints about this.
"When won't he cry when you're not there?" Song Shirin was indifferent, "You can focus on movies like before, and you don't have to be too busy."
"I want to earn money to support my son, how can I raise it if I don't have money? Don't look at me like this, if you don't do it in the future, what will I do to feed the two of you? "The old god Bai Yu is enjoying Song Shirin's love supper.
Song Shirin was almost angry with him to the point that his liver hurt, but he was reluctant to do anything to him, "Do you plan to do this all the time in the future?" After a long time, he won't kiss you."
Bai Yu drank the soup and said lightly: "How can you give him the opportunity to alienate me, after being busy for a while, I plan to take a break, always filming the same role will limit the way of acting."
"And I'm not going to keep my son in a sturdy place all the time, lest we not take care of him when we're busy." Bai Yu walked into the kitchen with the bowl and threw it into the dishwasher.
"You're going to take him to film? I disagree! Song Shirin's face instantly turned cold.
Bai Yu sneered, sat on Song Shirin's lap, held the man's head with his hand, and said casually: "How is it possible." I wanted to take him with me while I was filming, and I also have plans to go back to filming. "
"It's too tiring to shoot TV, the pace is slow, and the plot drags on. My goal is to go international and become an international superstar. Bai Yu joked, and pulled the man's face, tsk.
Song Shirin was so upset by his actions that he picked up the person and said, "I remember that you don't have a job tomorrow."
"That's right. It didn't take long to leave Tingfeng, how could they be willing to give me good resources, as if they were giving themselves a vacation. Bai Yuxiao was not afraid, hugged the man's neck, and shook his feet.
"Song Cannon, hurry up and let me see if you have been looking for a junior behind my back in the past two years." Bai Yu teased Song Shirin without knowing whether he was alive or dead before being carried into the bedroom.
And what answered him was the love of a piledriver.
Next.
Bai Yu got up refreshed, stood in front of the window and looked, "I don't dare to make friends with neighbors when I live here."
Song Shirin half-leaned on the bed and said perfunctorily: "Have you ever made a neighbor before?"
"Nope. But at that time, it was because I was embarrassed to play with people. Bai Yu took a deep breath, then lay on the sofa and said, "Song Shirin, where did you move my lazy sofa?"
Song Shirin didn't raise his head and said, "Utility room."
Bai Yu jumped up from the sofa with a rub, pulled the unspeakable wound behind him, and continued to fall down sadly, "My waist seems to be twisted..."
Song Shirin couldn't bear to stand up, hugged Bai Yu to the bed, and pressed his waist, "You shouldn't have wasted last night^" Mr. Song is not only strict and cold under the bed, but even his movements on the bed are very regular and unchanged.
And since Bai Yu opened the meat, he has been extraordinarily free in bed, and Song Shirin, who was finally letting go, tried several new postures on the bed.
It's cool, but Bai Yu ignored that he was no longer a twenty-year-old young man, and the flexibility of his body was not so good. Bai Yu reprimanded him, bragging while enjoying the man's high-level service to him, "Besides, weren't you cool last night?" ...... Yo yo yo, light, light, ache ache ache!"
Song Shirin kept a straight face, "Next time, don't mess around, and I don't have a door on my mouth."
Bai Yu hissed, and was very comfortable to be massaged: "Don't." I'm going to work out again for the past two days, pick up my six-pack abs, train my flexibility, hiss, absolutely, and never let the nightlife be too monotonous."
Song Shi was solemn, "Monotonous? If you agree not to bring a condom, I can accompany you for a month. "
Bai Yu shook his head coldly, "I will never make the same mistake a third time, you will die of this heart."
Song Shirin sighed, "There won't be a next time."
Bai Yu pursed his lips, "I need time, and I don't have any plans to do so for the time being."
Song Shirin leaned over, pressed on Bai Yu, and kissed his hair, "I won't force you, it's enough to have a small watermelon." But I want you to put it down."
Bai Yu turned over, looked at him face to face, and said in an indescribably low tone: "I've been trying, but not so fast." Besides, I thought you were going to let me have more with you."
Listening to the young man's coquettish words, Song Shirin's hanging heart finally let go, and pouted his lower lip, "If you want to, I don't mind." But if you don't want to, a small watermelon will suffice. "
After all, Song Shirin always thought that he would not have an heir in his life, but the appearance of Bai Yu made his once extravagant hopes come true.
So, it doesn't matter if you live or not.
Just as the two were newlywed and ready to be affectionate, they heard a knock at the door.
The little watermelon was panting, his face was red, his forehead was still sweating, and he said excitedly: "Baba, Baba, come out to play."
Bad son.
Song Shirin turned over and got out of bed, and Bai Yu followed closely with a black face.
When he opened the door, when the little watermelon saw Bai Yu, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly handed the little red flower in his hand to Bai Yu, and said seriously: "Baba, Huahua."
Bai Yu looked at the little red flower that was obviously pulled from someone else's flower garden, and couldn't help but say, "Where did you pick it?"
The little watermelon turned her head embarrassedly and pointed to the other side, "It was given to me by the uncle next door, well, the little watermelon was picked for Baba." "
Song Shirin leaned against the door, when Bai Yu was busy promoting the show, he always brought the little watermelon himself, but as a result, this little white-eyed wolf was still his father.
The little watermelon tilted her head, pounced on it, hugged Song Shirin's thigh, raised her head, and smiled stupidly: "Daddy, let's go pick flowers and give them to Baba."
Song Shirin gladly accepted.
Bai Yu held the flower and smiled backwards.
Ben Ben Ye Hang looked directly into Mr. Zhang's eyes, and said unwillingly: "Why, why is it Bai Yu who went on the tornado?" I'm no worse than him! "Oh. Mr. Zhang said coldly, looking at the stock market on the screen without raising his head, and after a while, he saw that Ye Hang hadn't left yet, and couldn't help but say, "Is there anything else?" It's okay for you to go out first, I still have something to do."
Ye Hang sat on the chair and said angrily: "The surname is Zhang!" I, Ye Hang, think that I am no worse than Bai Yu, and I signed an A-level contract with him, why don't I have the resources he can get! It's not fair! "
Mr. Zhang scoffed: "It's not fair, and it can't be helped." There are so many resources in the company, of course, whoever is popular will be given to whom, you don't have anyone to be popular, don't want to get the same treatment as others."
"I'm not convinced!" Ye Hang said angrily, "He's a red fart, doesn't he just rely on selling his ass to get the tornado's invitation, if I want to sell, there is still a shortage of money?" I don't believe that Tingfeng really wants to raise an artist who doesn't have real materials! "
"Sell ass?" Mr. Zhang's eyes narrowed, he instantly turned his face and didn't recognize anyone, picked up the waste paper at hand and threw it at Ye Hang's body, "Even if he really has a sugar daddy, it means that people are more capable than you, if you are not convinced, you should go find one?"
"Also, in the company, it is not allowed to mention sugar daddy, unspoken rules and other words." Mr. Zhang said coldly, "If there is a next time, I don't mind letting you rest for a while before starting work."
Ye Hang's mouth moved, and he left the office in a hurry.
Walking out of the company, the male assistant hurriedly came up to help him open the car door, Ye Hang sat in, and said to himself: "Isn't it just a butt seller, or the kind that steps on two boats, be careful not to go out of the way, otherwise I'll see how you get mixed up!"
The male assistant sat on the side, looking at his nose and nose, but he didn't hear it.
Ye Hang looked out the window with a gloomy face, and a gloom flashed in his eyes.
Wang Ba with mung beans, it's really green.
However, he was very curious, if one day Song Shirin learned that his little lover was a slut who stepped on two boats, he didn't know how he would clean up Bai Yu.
Snort, disgusting.
On the other side, Bai Yu and the little watermelon were lying on the balcony basking in the sun, looking lazy.
Song Shirin's villa is located in a high-end villa area in the center of the city, and the people who live around him are either rich or noble, or political families, so the security system is much stronger than the apartment he used to live in.
So much so that when Bai Yu is lying on the balcony with the child in his arms and basking in the sun, he doesn't have to worry about being photographed by the paparazzi The little watermelon was drowsy by the sun, lying on Bai Yu's chest and drooling.
Bai Yu didn't mind, enjoying this rare leisure, the winter sun shining on his body warmly, very comfortable.
"Little Watermelon, would you like to go to work with your father?" Bai Yu patted the child's buttocks, and fell asleep at night after sleeping too much in the afternoon, and it was okay to wake up.
The little watermelon raised his head in a daze and rubbed Bai Yu's chest: "Hmm, I want to."
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The little watermelon was not angry when he was woken up, nodded, and said cautiously, "Hmm." I don't like Baba's work, Baba will take me with me next time I go out. "
Bai Yu smiled and agreed.
The child immediately laughed heartily, his eyes were bright, he blinked his eyes very cutely, and said in a milky voice: "Then I like Baba the most."
"I like you the most, too." Bai Yu smiled, and began to think in his heart, thinking that after his contract with Tingfeng expired, he could slowly take the little watermelon out.