Breaking up, No Joke

Demon Flame slowly descended from the high place, looked at the opposite Zhuya, raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't know why Immortal Moshang came to my Demon Palace, what's your business?"

Zhu Ya said lightly: "Clean up the door."

Zhuang Xu'er who was standing by the side froze when he heard the words.

Mo Yan laughed loudly, teleported to Zhu Ya in the blink of an eye, and said in a low voice: "It's just a stupid woman, but she stepped into the Demon Realm alone, could it be that Immortal Moshang is genuinely moved?"

Zhuang Xu'er's eyes darkened, her fingertips turned around, and a beam of cold light mercilessly shot at the magic flame.

Master, he can only be hers!

"Card..." Director Qiu shouted in satisfaction, and then pulled the screenwriter aside to discuss the plot, leaving only a quick sentence to rest for a while.

Chu Wenwen stood aside, watching Mo Anyu approaching Bai Yu coldly, snorted, and turned back to the lounge.

The little assistant followed behind her with a sad face.

Bai Yu frowned, looking at Mo Anyu who was chasing after him, feeling very helpless for the first time, "Are you free tonight, let's have a good chat."

Mo Anyu paused, smiled and nodded, his eyes full of uncertainty.

Not far away, Xiao Zhang watched the interaction between Bai Yu and Mo Anyu, and his heart began to restless again, secretly thinking about something.

After nightfall, Bai Yu and Mo Anyu drove to a nearby snack street, bought skewers of beer, and squatted by the riverside while wearing hats, eating and chatting.

Mo Anyu took a big sip of beer and ate the meat skewers slowly: "I never thought that we would squat by the river drinking and eating skewers."

"Me too." Bai Yu was not in a good mood these two days, drank half a bottle of beer, and gradually talked more.

Mo Anyu greedily looked at Bai Yu's side face under the dim light, again and again.

Sensing the hot gaze around him, Bai Yu frowned, but didn't say anything, and said carefully, "We're not suitable for each other."

Mo Anyu looked at Bai Yu quietly, then threw the beer bottle on the ground with a bang, and half of the bottle of beer spilled on the floor.

Without batting an eye, Bai Yu picked up a skewer of meat and continued eating, saying indifferently, "I told you, I won't be with you."

Mo Anyu stood up with his back to Bai Yu, looked at the tumbling river, lowered his voice, "I saw it."

''9, "Little Watermelon has been picked up by Song Shilin's people these days, right?" Mo Anyu's expression became more and more sinister under the cover of darkness, "You two got back together!"

Bai Yu frowned: "This has nothing to do with you. Mo An Yu, your hand is too long."

"How could it have nothing to do with me. I like you, I should know everything about you!" Mo Anyu said.

"I've been busy these days, so I took the initiative to ask him." Bai Yu got up, he was a little dizzy from the cold wind.

"If Song Shilin wasn't from the Song family and he had nothing, would you still be devoted to him?" Mo Anyu looked at him sideways, his eyes as calm as water.

"You think I chose to be with him because of money?"

Mo An said without hesitation: "Isn't it?"

Bai Yu laughed angrily, and said: "I, Bai Yu, debuted at the age of 16. Although I can't be said to be popular all over the world, I still have one or two masterpieces."

"As long as I think about it, I can cover half of the entertainment industry. Who else needs to pay for me? Mo Anyu, you think so damn highly of me!"

"You know, I, Bai Yu, can't be played by everyone." Bai Yu's face was frosty.

Mo Anyu froze, "I'm sorry."

Bai Yu took a deep breath, stood side by side with him, and said, "As I said, we are not suitable. From concept and family."

Mo Anyu stood where he was, looking at the back of Bai Yu who turned and left after saying this, his chest heaved more and more.

But you still didn't tell me if you got back together.

Song.

Song Shilin tapped the keyboard with both hands, and kept giving instructions on the pop-up port, with a stern and serious profile.

Secretary Chu swallowed inexplicably, and said in a clear tone: "...The brothers of the Qi family talked for 10 minutes in the box. Afterwards, Qi Lin behaved abnormally. It is preliminarily inferred that they should be planning to kidnap."

Renting warehouses in the suburbs, unlicensed cars, sacks, ropes, voice changers... and a series of other things are enough to prove that the Qi brothers are going to jump over the wall in a hurry.

Song Shilin paused his hands, continued to tap, and said, "The tree of the Mo family is about to collapse, there is no way Qi Lin will not take action."

"Then President, we should..."

After Song Shilin processed all the ports on the computer, he stood up, put on a suit jacket, and said, "Proceed as originally planned. In 5 minutes, there will be a shareholder video conference, and you will call out the company's recent sales and schedule. "

Secretary Chu nodded, and walked out of the office to prepare materials for the meeting.

The next day.

Bai Yu likes to eat steamed pork ribs, but little watermelon does not like to eat, he likes to eat chicken wings.

So, Bai Yu stood in front of the freezer and argued with Little Watermelon with ribs and chicken wings.

Little Watermelon pouted, and the braids on the back of her forehead twitched, "Baba, let's not eat pork ribs, let's eat chicken, okay?"

Bai Yu refused: "We have eaten chicken wings for two days, and today we must eat ribs."

"But the ribs are not tasty." Little Watermelon was in a hurry.

"No!" Bai Yu hesitated between the ribs and chicken wings, and bought both, saving the little watermelon to make trouble with himself.

Little Watermelon hugged Bai Yu's leg, giggled as she watched the chicken wings in the cart.

I don't know whether it's Yuanjia's narrow road or Yuelao holding the red line, but on the way back, Bai Yu ran into Song Shilin.

Little Watermelon strongly invited Song Shilin: "Uncle Song, Ba Ba bought chicken wings, can you come to visit?"

Bai Yu's hand holding the little watermelon froze, and then, amidst the child's eager anticipation, he asked, "Shall we eat together? I bought vegetables."

Song Shilin took a deep look at Bai Yu, nodded and agreed.

Bai Yu, who thought the man would refuse, froze for a moment.

The three of them walked into the house one after another, and Bai Yu walked into the kitchen carrying the dishes, washing his hands and cooking with a heart that wanted to show off his cooking skills.

Song Shilin squatted down, looked straight at Little Watermelon, and said in a cold but gentle tone, "Good boy, can you invite me to visit your study?"

"There is no study at home." Little Watermelon was in a dilemma.

"You know, where does your father like to put the photos?" Song Shilin patted his head and said softly.

Xiao Xigua's eyes lit up, and she couldn't wait to pull Song Shilin to look at her photo.

Bai Yu, who is still working hard in the kitchen washing vegetables and chopping meat, still doesn't know his secret, and is almost about to be seen by the person who is least willing to find out!

Song Shilin picked up two thick photo albums, opened them and looked at a few, and found that they were basically Bai Yu when he was young, young and sunny.

His hands paused for a moment, Song Shilin reached out to wipe off the dust on the photo, rested his thumb on Bai Yu's face, rubbed it, and then let go after a while.

And the other album is basically all the photos of Little Watermelon from birth to the present.

Song Shilin flipped through a few photos perfunctorily, and didn't stop his hand movements until he found a few photos. The photos were taken secretly, and the protagonist in the photos was Song Shilin himself.

Little Watermelon lay on the ground, and introduced solemnly: "Ba Ba likes babies, and he also likes Uncle Song."

Song Shilin's normally stern face eased a lot, "Did your father often kiss me in pictures before?"

Little Watermelon turned her head, took a fixed look at Song Shilin, and nodded reluctantly, pursing her lips.

Baba has never kissed a baby photo!

Song Shilin nodded, and then took advantage of the little watermelon not paying attention, put away the few photos of himself that were secretly taken, put the album back, and left Bai Yu's bedroom calmly holding the little watermelon.

However, the meal between Song Bai and the others ended early before they finished their meal.

The reason was that after Song Shilin received a temporary call, he said he was going back to the company for a meeting. After speaking, the man went over and hugged Bai Yu, who was serving the dishes, before leaving.

After Bai Yu maintained the posture of serving the dishes for a long time, his ears turned red, he looked at the dazed little watermelon standing in the living room, and said, "Come here for dinner, there are grilled chicken wings."

Little Watermelon drooped her head sadly: "Ba Ba, why did Uncle Song leave?"

Bai Yu helped Xiao Xigua put on a small apron, scooped a spoonful of porridge, and said, "Uncle Song is going to earn money to buy you diapers, be good, open your mouth, and take another bite."

Outside the door, Song Shilin who had left early was confronting Mo Anyu.

Mo Anyu didn't expect that he would encounter the scene where Song Shilin came out of Bai Yu's house, with a gloomy face and suppressed anger, he said, "I didn't know Mr. Song likes to pry people next to other people's pillows."

Song Shilin was not annoyed, and fought back without changing his face: "I remember, he seems to have rejected you, and here he is."

Mo Anyu's face turned black all of a sudden, obviously remembering the scene where he was rejected by Bai Yu before, and said coldly: "He is mine. Song Shilin, don't go too far."

Song Shilin glanced at him, his eyes were full of contempt and indifference, "Are you qualified to say this? He probably hasn't agreed to be with you yet."

Mo Anyu, who was stabbed in the heart by this sentence, burst into a rage, "Get lost! This is between me and him!"

Song Shilin ignored him, raised his foot and passed Mo Anyu, and said in a low voice, "Do you think you can replace the Mo family?"

"Ding" The elevator door opened.

Mo Anyu came back to his senses and said, "What do you mean?"

The elevator door closed, Song Shilin didn't answer him, Mo Anyu stood there for a long time before turning around and ringing the doorbell of Bai Yu's house.

"Why are you here?" Bai Yu frowned, subconsciously looked back at the little watermelon in the living room, and said decisively: "Let's talk outside."

Mo Anyu watched as Bai Yu walked to the corner of the stairs first, followed in silence, and said hoarsely, "Are you willing to leave here with me?"

"What happened to you?" Bai Yu subconsciously felt something was wrong.

Mo Anyu avoided talking about it: "It's nothing. I just wanted to ask you if you would like to."

Bai Yu pulled his hair irritably. He always felt that Mo Anyu was a little weird these days, but when he asked him, he didn't say, "It may be a little hypocritical, but I still want to say, I hope this is the last time. , I heard you say these words." Leaning his back against the wall, Bai Yu took out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one in his mouth and lit it.

"Why? Just because I wasn't the one who met you first?" Mo Anyu looked a little agitated, and began to pick the flesh on his palm with his nails nervously.

Bai Yu sighed, "I really don't have feelings for you. Can you stop talking about this kind of topic all the time, it's too girly. Can't you afford to let go of your feelings?"

Saying these sticky love words over and over again made Bai Yu always feel like a scumbag.

Holding the cigarette between two fingers, Bai Yu took a deep breath, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, rubbed the sparks with the toe of his shoe, and stroked his hair awkwardly, "I'm going back first, and from now on...don't mention this anymore, otherwise We can't even be friends."

There was silence in Mo Anyu's eyes, and he watched Bai Yu leave without any waves. After standing alone at the entrance of the ventilated corridor for a long time, he stiffly raised his footsteps and left.

"Lingling" the phone in his pocket rang.

Mo Anyu answered the phone, and the cold tone was transmitted over there through the phone, "You guys do it."

He has given him a chance, but he doesn't cherish it.

That being the case, no wonder he was there.

□Author’s gossip: Hehehe, posting just after catching bugs, what happened to 【055】