Breaking up, No Joke

Song Shiyi obeyed the eyebrows and took Bai to take a step and signaled him to be called.

Bai Yu said with a hard scalp: "Auntie and aunt are good, I am Bai Yu."

Song Dad’s slightly invisible nod, oh, cold and faint.

Song mother was dissatisfied with frowning, and finally came to the door, what is the uncle and aunt? Not even children!

The people in the living room were a little embarrassed for a while.

Song Shu appeared in time and played round: "Mr. Mrs., dinner is ready."

Song Dad put down the glasses and stood up and walked toward the table: "What's the matter, say after the meal."

Song Mama followed closely, holding a small watermelon in her hand, full of kindness.

Bai Yu and Song Shizhen looked at each other. The latter's eyes were full of sternness and solemnity.

"I... I still can't say it." Bai Yu, who knows what to lose, whispered wrongly.

Song Shizhen squeezed the palm of his hand with his hand and touched it with a moist, heart soft, whispered: "I don't persuade you, step by step.," "Good. Bo Yu sighed with relief.

There are full meals on the dining table, and the exquisite and delicious dishes exude heat and make the index finger move.

However, Bai Yu did not know how to eat, lowered his eyes and quietly looked at the rice in front of him.

When he was in a daze, Bai Yu’s bowl was caught with a piece of shrimp, and he looked subconsciously to the man next to him.

Song Dad said: "Xiao Bai, these dishes are not your taste?"

When the words fell, Song’s mother also looked up at Bai Yu and licked her lips and did not speak.

Bai Yu said: "No, I like it very much." It is just a simple meal.

This is an innate tension when it comes to the elders who first faced their lover.

Song Dad nodded and no longer asked.

Bai Yu didn't dare to be in a daze, slowing down and slowly swallowing.

After the meal, the five people moved to the living room.

Because of the candy incident, the small watermelon was very fond of Song Dad, so when everyone sat on the sofa, he also ran to stick to Song Dad.

Song mother coughed twice. "Since this time everyone has arrived, then I am here to say that I decided with Lao Song."

Song Dad suddenly looked at Song Mother. When did he make a decision with her?

Song Shiyi also noticed that something was wrong. He did not say anything, but he heard that Song’s mother said: "Since it has been determined that the small watermelon is the child of our Song family, then his name has to be changed and cannot be continued. What is the Baiyan Pavilion."

When it comes to the words "Bai Yan Ting", Song Mama also blamed a look at Song Shiyi before saying one by one to tell them that the child is called Song Yanting, the result of a check account, found that people are not surnamed Song!

Song Shiyi heard a moment of black face, the next second, he turned to look at Bai Yu.

But seeing the uneasiness and tension on the face of Bai Yu has disappeared, replaced by indifference and invisible ridicule, he indifferently said: "Bai Yanting is very nice, why should I change?"

Song’s mother did not notice that something was wrong. She said to herself: “He is the grandson of our Song family. What happened to the surname Bai, or find a time to change it back.”

Song Dad glanced at her and his heart was going bad.

Sure enough, Bai Yu's tone became more cold and alienated. "Forget it, I think the surname is very good. Uncle and aunt, my crew has something to do, go back first. Little watermelon comes over."

Song mother finally reacted. "Bai Yu, are you not willing to let the small watermelon change the name of Song, this is too selfish, and the small watermelon is also the child of our family."

"If I am really selfish, I will not let you know his existence." Bai Yu was impatient, and the anxiety in his heart became more and more obvious.

He should not come.

Perhaps he should not let these people know the existence of small watermelons.

Song Shiyi reached out and held the hand of the young man in his hand. He decided to look at the mother of Song. "The child's last name does not need to be changed."

The irritability of Bai Yu’s heart was successfully appeased by Song Shizhen.

Song Mama frowns, "Bei Yu, I understand your thoughts, nothing more than reluctant. But after you continue to have a few more children with Otaru, you will not care about the name of the little watermelon."

"And, even if the small watermelon is called Song Yanting, he will still call your father, what else can you worry about?"

She is full of confidence.

Song’s father screamed coldly: “The more you say, the less you say it!”

Mother Song looked at him inexplicably. "Isn't this normal? If you can live for more, our family can't afford it."

"Touching" Bai Yu stood up fiercely, his chest was ups and downs, and ignored her: "The small watermelon can only be surnamed Bai, and the child will only have him in my life. Others have nothing to do with me!"

After that, Bai Yu turned and left.

Song Shiyi took advantage of Bai Yu’s subconsciously, but he was opened by the latter.

The small watermelon that was originally on the father's leg of Song immediately sat up, panicked and climbed down the sofa, and sounded with a crying voice. "Hegemony, hegemony, and so on."

Song Shiyi held the child in his arms and did not look at the two elders. He strode in the direction of the door.

Song Mama looked at Song Dad with a sluggish look. "They... just left? Why don't you put me in the eye, it's really no tutor!"

Song Dao couldn't bear to stand up and walked toward the second floor.

Song mother looked at his back and angered: "Son name Song, what do you mean!"

"You are all mentioning these things in front of others. Isn't it hard to force people away?" Song Dad was helpless.

He continued to say to her: "If you still want to see your grandson, still find a time to apologize to the younger couple, this time, it is too much."

Song mother is jealous.

She just said the truth, how could she become her fault?

Outside the door, Song Shiyi quickly caught up with Bai Yu’s footsteps and blocked his way. He said, “I am sorry for her, I don’t know it beforehand... I don’t know she will say this.”

The little watermelon cried and snorted, reaching out to the direction of Bai Yu, anxiously shouting: "Hegemony, hegemony... hug, hug baby" 〇柏予 stood in the same place, hung down his eyes, dumb voice said: "I want to go around and turn around. You take him back first. I will go back when I am scattered."

After that, Bai Yu’s circumstance of Song Shiyi, striding away, went to the front of the car parked at the door, and opened the door and sat in it.

Song Shiyi held the child standing in the same place, watching Bai Yu drive away from the line of sight, this is the little watermelon that is crying, "Don't cry."

The little watermelon hangs in the neck of Song Shiyi, desperately said: "Hegemony, hegemony, don't want me."

"You are here, he will not come back." Song Shih whispered, and when he was about to walk toward the garage, the phone in his pocket rang.

Song Dad stood on the open-air balcony on the second floor and held a mobile phone in his hand. He said helplessly: "I am sorry for telling him that this is what our family is doing wrong today."

Song Shizhen did not speak for a long time. "Dad, as long as he is one in my life, my child has only one small watermelon."

There was a low sigh on the other side of the phone. "Let's follow you."

Children and grandchildren have their own children, Sun Fu, and these elders should not interfere too much with these things.

"I will tell you clearly with your mother." Song Dad said, "I let Xiao Song take it to you." Later, you will have a good time." After reading, Song Dad hangs up the phone and then turns back. house.

Uncle Song came out with a bunch of car keys and smiled and said: "Two young masters."

Song Shiyi took a key and walked toward the garage.

The small watermelon leaned on the shoulders of Song Shi, and muttered: "Hegemony, give me a hegemony... I don't like grandma, don't like it."

The child is young and doesn't understand the topic that adults talk about when they are in the living room. But he can clearly feel the ups and downs of Bai Yu, so the small watermelon is not very good for Song mother.

When Song Shizhen heard the words of small watermelons, the first time there was no reaction, the words that Song’s mother had just made were really hurtful.

I don't know, when will he come back, Song Shiyi looks at the direction of just leaving the car to drive away.

Bai Yu drove the car to the seaside on the outskirts. At 5 or 6 in the afternoon, there were fewer people on the beach, and some had only a few small couples walking together.

Parked on the side of the road, Bai Yu barefooted, stepping on the beach, leaving a string of ankles.

The setting sun in the blue sea, the red light is shining, the roaring waves when the waves beat the reef, the sound left by the white pigeon when it leaps over the sea...

Sitting on the sand, Bai gave a glimpse of the seascape in front of him, until the eyelids were sour, and he was reluctant to lick.

He knew that there would be no one who could accept the man’s birth and misconduct!

He knew that he should not have a hope for it at all!

He knew that he should not come back...

"Let you die, let you run back, now it’s alright..."

The last thing people want to know is that secrets are known to so many people.

In fact, he is really not so brave.

Not far away, two inconspicuous cars were sitting in two ordinary men, one sitting in the main driver's seat and the other sitting in the co-pilot holding a video camera to record the back view of Bai Yu's lonely sea.

Time passed by, until the sky was dim, and Bai Yu moved to the frozen body that was blown by the sea breeze, stood up, returned to the car, and drove.

Five minutes later, the car that secretly monitored him slowly followed, not far from it.

Bai Yu did not notice it.

On the other side, Song mother sat on the sofa and waited for the TV after ten minutes.

Song’s father sat down and read a book without looking at her.

At the end of the advertisement, there was a melodious flute sounding on the TV. Then, a long time ago, a bamboo forest appeared on the screen, and a bamboo leaf was blown to the ground by the wind.

The theme song sounded, the woman’s crisp and sweet voice and the man’s low and magnetic sound.

Under a thousand-year-old tree, a stranger in the white clothes fell into a coma, deeply obsessed with the sinfulness of Xianjun’s blush, and slowly fell a kiss on Xianjun’s face.

Beautiful and romantic.

At the end of the film, several unscrupulous, golden-colored "Nine Grabs" were dropped on the screen.

One tonight is the first broadcast of the Nine Heavens.

Song mother coughed and broke the shackles of the two: "This... the male and female protagonists seem to be Wenwen and Bai... Bai Yu, it should look good."

Song Dad glanced at her. "It's not bad."

After Song’s blushing face said “I...”, there is no following.

She hasn't figured out how to get these people in the end, and even Lao Song has to give her a face.

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