Early the next morning, the small watermelon climbed up from the bed, staring at the empty room, hurriedly crawling down the bed, opened the door, and looked at Moan, who was standing in the middle of the living room, grievously said: What about tyrants?"

"He went on a business trip. For a long time in the future, we have to get along for a while." Moan took the phone back to the mail and said nothing.

The little watermelon mouth slammed, endured and endured, still couldn't hold back, wow, crying, especially wronged.

Moan was unmoved, swiftly glanced at the small watermelon and continued to bow down to play the phone.

With him, it is a miracle that he can tolerate the existence of small watermelons. If there is more, then don't expect it any more.

The little watermelon cried for ten minutes, sensitively noticed what was going, and twitched and walked toward the bathroom.

Standing on the small stool, the small watermelon was difficult to put the toothbrush in the mouth, did not put the toothpaste and did not press the switch, brushed the brush.

Moan leaned against the door of the toilet and ignored the dilemma of the two-year-old child. He said: "There is a porridge at the table. After washing the face, I will finish eating it. I will send you to school later."

The little watermelon didn't look back, and kept his head down and didn't talk.

Moan turned and left.

The eggs that lingered on the side of the toilet came over and asked for a good watermelon stick.

The "叮" elevator door opens.

Moan walked in with the hand holding the small watermelon. After a while, Song Shizhen, who was wearing a suit, walked in.

Moan’s eyes narrowed. “Song, it’s so smart.”

Song Shiyi glanced at Moan, nodded, and stayed on the small watermelon with nothing to say.

Some of the little watermelons didn't like Moan, but he had already agreed to the hegemony last night, and he also went out to work, he couldn't help it.

Moan said: "How can Song always live here?"

"Close to the company." Song Shiyi faintly said, Moan is a Mo family, he will leave some face to each other.

Moan nodded thoughtfully, but the restlessness and embarrassment in his heart did not dissipate, but it was even stronger.

When the elevator door opened, Song Shi couldn't trace the small watermelon that looked down from beginning to end, and finally did not ask anything. He lifted his foot and left.

Moan was holding a small watermelon and said gently: "Does the baby like the uncle?"

Little watermelon nodded and said, "Like."

Moan’s face is more gentle, and the tone is softer: “The uncle is not a good person, baby, don’t like him, is it good?”

The small watermelon has widened its eyes: "Uncle Song is a good person!"

"But your father doesn't like him. If you like Uncle Song, your father won't like you." Moan touched the hair of a small watermelon and cried.

The little watermelon snorted and looked a little absent-minded.

Moan did not care. After sending the small watermelon to the door of the class, he said that he would pick him up tonight and leave.

Small watermelons are depressed.

The little fat man came over and poked his shoulder, pretending to be careless: "Bai Yanting, what about your father?"

"Dad went to work." The little watermelon came to his place and squatted on the table.

The little fat man lost a sigh, not long after, and no heart and no fun to play.

Song Shiyi looked far away from Moan’s after sending the child to school, and his twilight was low. He said, “What happened to Moan?”

Secretary Chu has been with him for more than ten years. He is very clear about the meaning of this big BOSS. He is busy: "I will ask people to check."

"Yeah." Song Shiyi took out the document, "Come on."

The driver drove carefully, and the secretary of Chu, sitting in the passenger seat, peeked at the boss through the rearview mirror from time to time, and wondered if the man was angry.

When Song Shizhen was silent all the way, when he got off the bus, he suddenly said: "People follow the child, and monitor the Mo's every move."

Secretary Chu promised that he did not understand why Song Shizhen would care so much about Bai Yu’s son, but because of his many years of work experience, he chose to be dumb.

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