MTL - Breaking up, No Joke-Chapter 63

At the end of a kiss, Song Shizhen rubbed the lips of Bai Yu with his fingertips. His look flashed a bit complicated, and he said casually: "What have you just talked about?"

Bai Yi avoided talking: "Nothing."

After a pause, he continued: "I don't want to talk about this topic. My problem is solved. Go back first."

In the Song Dynasty, he snorted and did not continue to ask one by one. He saw the sadness and despair of the other's eyes.

And, the thick cockroaches.

Bai Yu walked into the small room, picked up the small watermelon, looked at the half-awake child's picture in his arms, smiled, bowed his head and kissed him, then put on his coat and put on his hat. go.

Song Shiyi stood at the door and looked at him.

When Bai Yu passed the man, he suddenly said, "Don't go to the investigation. When I want to say it, I want to tell you personally."

Song Shiyi’s face has been gently swayed down, whispering a good one.

Bai Yu also breathed a sigh of relief.

The two people have no intention to mention this matter, and walked to the door. When passing through the small black house, Bai Yu said: "When are you going to shut him?"

Song Shiyi said faintly: "When the outside person completely forgot him." And, he forgot himself.

Bai Yu has no doubt about him.

In the dark room, Qi Yan’s eyes widened and looked at the darkness in front of him. He whispered in a low voice: “When did I kill someone? When? I didn’t.”

Bai Yu’s notice for the next period of time was very tight. Before he was hospitalized, he needed to adjust his body. Therefore, Mr. Zhang not only helped him to reduce his work, but also tried to help him delay the work that could not be pushed off.

Even so, after the fifth day after he was discharged from hospital, Bai Yu needed to go out to work.

Fortunately, although Bai Yu's next work is numerous, it is all in Huacheng, and it is just some interviews and shooting advertisements, and it does not need to be too laborious.

Bai Yu sighed with relief.

One by one, but he did not know, if it was not Song Shiyi who removed some small obstacles behind his back, he would not have such a long rest time.

It was night, and Bai Yu looked tired and returned home. Just opened the door and saw Song Shiyi standing in the house ready to leave, and immediately raised a smile.

One by one, his work in these days was heavy, so the problem of picking up the small watermelon was handed over to Song Shiyi. A few days ago, he was late for work, so he did not meet with Song Shizhen. Today, he finished the work one hour earlier. He did not expect such a coincidence.

Song Shiyi touched the young man's forehead and found it a bit cold. His face was gloomy and took him to the living room, pouring a cup of warm water.

"Thank you." Bai Yu took the cup and placed it directly on the coffee table. Then he fell on the man's body. The two men were lying on the sofa and didn't speak.

Bai Yu adjusted some postures to make himself feel more comfortable. "I am ready to change jobs."

“Tingfeng” Xu was aware of what was happening. Recently, senior staff constantly wanted to talk to him, but Bai’s work was busy and he rarely went to the appointment. After a long time, Bai Yu found that his exposure was greatly reduced.

The work of Ke Baiyu has not been reduced.

Song Shiyi reached out and grabbed the lean waist of the young man. He said faintly: "Tired?"

Bai Yu yawned: "It's okay."

After a pause, he continued: "Hey, stay here tonight?"

Song Shizhen: "You are in poor health." The implication is to let Bai Yu's night life live a little bit of heart.

Bai Yu was stunned. He had to go back to the company to see the president tomorrow morning, and then there was an interview, so tonight he was going to sleep with the quilt with Song Shizhen.

The next morning, the cypress who was sleeping with the quilt, Mr. Song, who was covered with a quilt, climbed up from the bed and ate the love breakfast cooked by the latter.

The small watermelon sizzled twice, the egg stuffed in the mouth, and shook his head happily: "Good times, good times."

Bai Yu Renjun couldn't help but look at the man who was reading the newspaper to the side: "I will go to the company when I am going, and send him to school by the way. Also, I should be able to finish work early tonight, what do you want to eat?"

"You cook?" Song Shiyi looked at him coldly.

"If you don't mind eating hot pot with me, oh, there is ribs soup." Bai Yu smiled and said his own specialty.

Song Shiyi ignored him, put the newspaper aside, and picked up the warm fish porridge. After three, five, and two, he got up and left the table.

The little watermelon screamed and looked at the clothes stained by the eggs and pouted.

Bo Yuying looked at the innocent face of the small watermelon, and set the phone aside, and took him to the bathroom to clean it.

Coincidentally, Bai Yi’s cell phone “叮铃” on the dining table rang.

After Song Shiyi passed, the line of sight inadvertently smashed the words of Han Ziyu displayed on the bright screen, stepping forward, calmly picking up the phone and entering the password.

[The inspection results came out, no problem. Just keep it for a while, remember not to be too tired. By the way, the baby asked me about your situation, and the buddy resisted, but the next time there is no guarantee. 】

In the Song Dynasty, the pupils tightened, and he seemed to ignore some problems and key points.

For example, who is the child in the text message? Who is the child? Who asked Bai Yu's situation?

In the vagueness, Song Shiyi felt that he had touched the edge of the truth.

When he heard the voice from the bathroom, Song Shiyi put the phone back intact and stood at the door to sort out the clothes.

"I am going to work." Song Shiyi looked at the big and small in the house.

Xiao watermelon shouted: "Uncle, goodbye, hey, remember to think about me and the hegemony."

Song Shiyi looked at Bai Yu with a meaningful meaning, and his voice was low and magnetic: "Yeah."

Bai Yu's old face was red, and he quickly returned to the house to change his clothes with a small watermelon.

A good moment, but inexplicably poked his cute point.

When Song Shiyi walked out of the door, he looked cold and took out his mobile phone: "Hey, it is me."

Han Ziyu said: "Old Song? What happened."

"You just sent a text message to him, I saw it." Song Shiyi did not move.

Han Ziyu’s “squeaky” voice sounded and listened, and it seemed to be the sound of the quilt falling on the ground.

When Song Shiyi convinced God, it seems that Bai’s hospitalization is far from simple.

Bai Yu sent the small watermelon to the early education class, and then slowly drove his 100,000 small broken car to the company.

His car is low-key and unobtrusive. If a reporter encounters a person blocking the building downstairs, driving this car will definitely avoid the crowd quickly and ride the dust.

Sure enough, when Bai Yu drove the car into the company's garage, he saw several paparazzi reporters who stood still in the corner and braved the cold wind. They couldn't help but sigh. It is really not easy to discuss life in this year.

After getting out of the car and wearing sunglasses, Bai Yu walked into the elevator with his hands and pressed directly to the floor where the president's office is located.

"Please come in."

Bai Yu walked in and looked at the old president of Tingfeng, who was half a year old, and respectfully said: "President."

The old president waved his hand, took off his glasses, and rubbed his eyes. "I heard that you want to leave."

Bai Yu’s meal, if other senior executives of the company ask himself, he will choose to play haha, but he is not willing to lie in the face of the old president who has had the right to know himself.

"Rite,, Bai Yu said the truth, "Is it decided to go it alone, or change to a club? "The old president said gently: "This is purely my personal question to you, does not represent the company, you do not have pressure. ”

There is a moment of solidification in the air.

"Sorry." The heart of the defense is indispensable. Bai Yu does not intend to provoke the right and wrong because of his tongue before the contract.

The old president nodded with a little understanding. "The company stopped exposing your notice a few days ago. This made me feel very sorry. I didn't know about it beforehand, so I didn't stop them in time."

"It doesn't matter." Bai gave a smile.

The old president took a sip of the teacup and said, "No matter what your decision is, I hope that even if you leave the company, don't forget the cultivation of the company that year."

The entertainment circle is very big. Every year, countless newcomers break their heads and want to come in, but they are really red, and the audience can remember the face, but there are few.

Bai Yu’s debut from the age of sixteen to the present, a total of three times, every time the red works and the process are relished.

When he was filming for the first time, he was the overbearing master in the idol drama. When he was 20 years old and returned to the front line, he was a daring detective. When he was re-launched at the age of 25, he was a small affair with blood and sea. Grand...

This time, the red burst is enough to let Bai Yu prove to the insiders that he not only has strength, he has luck, and there is a spectator!

This is what many stars don't have.

Therefore, the old president knows very well that as long as Bai Yu does not die by himself, his position in the circle will certainly not be low, so they can not offend!

Because Tingfeng is an entertainment company that relies on artists to survive, it will be damaged.

And even if Bai Yu left Tingfeng, it still couldn't change. Tingfeng was the fact that he stayed at the old club for nearly ten years.

The old president’s words were concealed, but Bai Yu suddenly collapsed to understand what he meant. The latter did not hesitate to say: “That is natural.

Tingfeng has trained me for ten years. How can I forget to forget? ”

The old president is relieved. "Good. If you are busy, go back first."

Bai Yu nodded, and after leaving the president's office after two sentences, he just walked out of the door and saw Mr. Zhang standing in front of the elevator waiting for himself.

"Looking at the time, let's talk." Mr. Zhang raised his wrist and looked at the time and asked, "Come to my office for a cup of tea."

Bai Yu was a glimpse, then smiled: "Good."

The news that Bai Yu was leaving, Mr. Zhang had long been vaguely aware that he had felt before Xiao Li privately told him.

Because the two of them worked together for seven or eight years, Mr. Zhang can say that he knows Bai Yu in a certain way.

Mr. Zhang handed Bai to a cup of tea, and the two sat side by side on the sofa: "I have already guessed that you are leaving, but I did not expect that you would really choose to leave."

Bai Yu raised his eyebrows and his tone was naturally pleasant: "Do you know me this way?"

"I don't know you, I am familiar with you." Mr. Zhang's tone is full of sighs and sighs. "Since you have that child, your career is heavy, congratulations!"

"I have to earn money to raise children, can't let him follow me to drink the northwest wind?" Bai Yu teased.

Mr. Zhang snorted and said, "What about your younger siblings? You haven't told me yet, when did you have a woman in Jinwu? You disappeared for two years and even the children have it."

"He ah..." Bai Yu said vaguely, did not elaborate.

Mr. Zhang did not really want to know the answer. He snorted and dissatisfied with a mutter.

"Right, I remember the assistant Xiao Zhang who was assigned to you before?" Mr. Zhang suddenly said.

Bai was looking at him with doubt.

"The guy was uneasy. He mixed up with a newcomer some time ago and secretly sold the information of the newcomer to the paparazzi. As a result, the newcomer was a relative with the paparazzi. The chicken was not eclipsed and the leg was interrupted by alive."

Lying in the trough!

Bai Yu’s mouth was almost squirted with a sip of tea. “That’s too good?”

Mr. Zhang laughed. "It’s also his own life, doing some tricks, or else it’s going to be so bad.”

"It's really true." Bai Yu remembered that Xiao Zhang could not help but smother the kidnapping.

Mr. Zhang held a teacup, and Bai gave him a meeting. The two men touched the cup in the air.

A smile is speechless.

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