Breaking up, No Joke

After school in the afternoon, the secretary of Chu who came to pick up the small watermelon after school was blocked by Moan.

Secretary Chu and Moan stood on the side of the road, respectful but not weak, holding a small watermelon in one hand, and implying that the driver in the car called Song Shizhen.

“Mr. Mo, don’t know if you have blocked me with so many people, is there anything?”

Moan leaned against the sports car, standing behind five squatting black bodyguards, casually playing with a lighter. “What do I want to do, you don’t know what to do, what to do with me.”

The small watermelon held the hand of Chu’s secretary’s neck, and the voice of the milk whispered, “Chu Bobo, I am afraid.”

The small watermelon and the secretary of Chu get along well in these two days, quite a bit of the feeling of forgetting the year.

Secretary Chu patted his back and comforted him.

Moan quietly looked at the two people’s get along, his eyes were dark. If it’s not Song Shi’s nosy, maybe after Bai Yu’s return, his relationship with him can be a big step for this child!

“Give me the child, or say, take the child with me.” Moan fainted the perfect face that was carefully disguised in front of Bai Yu, revealing his original face, violent, irritable.

The little fat man bit his ham, and slowly walked out of the school. After seeing the situation here, his eyes lit up and came over to join in the fun.

The secretary of Chu, who had long been ignorant of Mo’s young master, stepped back and did not notice that the little fat man was standing behind him and almost fell victim to him.

The secretary of Chu helped the eyeglass frame and stabilized his mind, ignoring him.

The little fat man is wide and fat, and he doesn’t care. He bites a ham in his mouth. He sees the red watermelon in his eyes. He remembers that he is the son of Bai Yu. He generously took the rest from his mouth. Half a ham, handed to a small watermelon, said: “Do you want it?”

The small watermelon shook his head, and the first friendly little fat man smiled.

Bai Yu’s five senses are handsome and handsome, and there is also a pair of long legs. Therefore, I am deeply infatuated with the little fat man of Xiao Houye Gu Chengjing, and also obsessed with the prosperous beauty of Bai Yu.

The appearance of the two fathers and sons of the Bai family is very similar.

Therefore, the little fat man was immediately turned upside down by the smile of the little watermelon, and he waved his hand and pointed to Jiangshan: “Bai Yanting, you will go home with me tonight, and you can sleep together!”

Sleeping Baiyan Pavilion = Sleeping Bai Yu = Sleeping Male God, he earned it!

The small watermelon was tightly holding the neck of Chu’s secretary, and refused coldly: “No.”

He still hates the fat man who licks his pants.

The little fat man looked stunned, and he seemed to feel cold-faced Bai Yanting, a bit like the cold-faced uncle who had scared himself.

Moan was too lazy to continue to waste time with the Chu secretary, lift the chin, and let the bodyguards go straight to bring the children over.

Also at this time, a black luxury version of the president extended the car parked on the side of the road.

The door opened and a pair of haute couture black shoes came out of the car. Then, Song Shiyi walked down from the car, and the indifferent but extremely majestic eyes swept over.

The scene was silent.

Moan cursed in a low voice, he should not be tempered with this surname Chu for so long!

“Song Shiyi, give me the child.” Moan took the lead.

Song Shizhen said: “I just talked to Mo Yan about a business nearby.”

Mo Yan is the eldest brother of Moan, who is now in power.

Threat! He is definitely threatening himself!

Moan hated his teeth and couldn’t help. Because his cell phone suddenly rang, the caller ID is his eldest brother, Mo Yan.

“Song Shizhen, count you!”

Song Shizhen let the small watermelon that ran over and hugged his thighs for comfort, and did not change his color: “One another.”

Moan Yu and Song Shizhen’s first confrontation, Yu Yu returned.

The small watermelon used his face to lick the thighs of the Song Dynasty, and his eyes smirked.

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