MTL - Breaking up, No Joke-Chapter 48

Bai Yu’s hands and feet began to open from Song Shi’s body, stood up, pretending to lick his hair, and calmly said: “Do you have a nightmare? How suddenly wakes up.”

The small watermelon mouth slammed and ran across barefoot, plunging into Bai Yu’s arms, and said wrongly: "I want you to dominate."

Bai Yu’s father’s love was completely inspired at this moment. However, when he did not move, his eyes glimpsed. When he saw a serious Song Shiyi next to him, his father’s love was extinguished.

"Go to the bathroom, then go to sleep, tomorrow, Dad will give you breakfast." Bai Yu pushed the small watermelon, and coldly pushed the child out of his arms and let him go to the bathroom.

The little watermelon yawned and ran to the bathroom.

Bai Yu was a little embarrassed and said, "I will send you."

Song Shiyi nodded and took the lead toward the entrance, followed by Bai Yu.

One stood in the door and stood outside the door, facing each other. As the wind blew, Bai was shaking.

Song Shiyi took back his gaze and said, "I am going back, take a break early."

Then, Bai Yu looked at the other side and turned to open the door into the house. The series of movements were very clean and neat.

can……

Good night kiss?

I ran after I finished it?

Bai Yu’s angry slammed door, picked up the small watermelon that had just returned from the urine, and licked his little face with his face. He said, “Dad didn’t take a shower tonight, but I want to sleep with you. Would you like it? willing?"

Xiao watermelon sighed and learned that Liu Shizhen’s appearance in the usual time was 60%. He pretended to be a sample: "Okay, just once."

Bai Yu: "..." Who did he learn from this?

The next day, the cold wind was mixed with light rain and the weather was exceptionally bad.

Bai Yu was faintly shrunk in the bed, holding a small watermelon that he tried to get up and said, "Let's sleep again, today's school holiday."

The little watermelon stood on the head of the head, and oh, the happy squatting on the warmth of the cypress, the hard belly.

Enjoying a hard-won holiday, Bai Yu yawned, holding a stupid son and intending to continue to sleep, but he heard the door bell coming from outside the door.

Bai Yu was black, his lower body was only wearing pants, and then he ran out with a coat.

Opening the door, a large bouquet of delicate roses on the ground almost smashed the eyes of the thorns, and he knelt down and took out the card clipped inside the flower.

- On the first day after the confession, I hope you are happy.

The card is not signed, but Bai Yu can clearly know from this sentence who is the person who sent the flowers.

The "scratch" opposite door is opened.

Song Shizhen wore a black coat, which was still a very rigorous suit. He held a briefcase in his hand and a group of elites who went out to work.

Bai Yu was somewhat uncomfortable by the thoughtful thoughts of the other party. He took a rose from the bouquet and walked over it, stuffing it in Song's coat pocket.

"Blessing flowers to offer Buddha."

"砰" Bai Yu once again slammed the door to the door, and stayed at the door of the Song Dynasty who did not know what to say.

Song Shiyi probably guessed who sent the big bunch of roses on the hand of Bai Yu, but he did not throw away the flower in his pocket.

After the corridor was quiet again, Moan came out of the corner with a sullen face.

When did they become so close!

Secretary Chu wears glasses, and his eyes are licking the roses on his desk from time to time. His eyes are stabbed and hurt.

I heard that Bai Yu came back last night, so these two people should not be dry fire, right?

Song Shiyi threw the approved documents in front of the secretary of Chu and coldly said: "Look at what."

Secretary Chu shook his head and walked out with the documents.

Song Shiyi glanced at the red rose on the table, opened the drawer and put it in.

Not long after, the quiet office sounded the sound of typing on the keyboard again.

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