Breaking up, No Joke

After the kiss was over, Song Shilin rubbed Bai Yu's lips with his fingertips, his expression flashed a little complicated, and he said casually, "What did you guys talk about just now?"

Bai Yu avoided talking: "It's nothing."

After a pause, he continued: "I don't want to talk about this topic. My business is settled, let's go back first."

Song Shilin hummed, and didn't continue to ask—he saw the sadness and despair in the other party's eyes.

And, deep guilt.

Bai Yu walked into the small room, picked up the little watermelon, looked at the picture of the half-awakened child crawling into his arms, smiled, bowed his head and kissed him, then put on his coat and hat before going out Walk.

Song Shilin stood at the door and looked at him.

When Bai Yu passed the man, he suddenly said: "Don't investigate, when I want to talk, I want to tell you personally."

Song Shilin's stern face softened, and he said hello in a low voice.

Bai Yu also breathed a sigh of relief.

The two of them agreed to stop mentioning this matter, and walked to the door side by side. When they passed the small black room, Bai Yu said, "How long do you plan to lock him up?"

Song Shilin said lightly: "Wait until the people outside completely forget him." And, after he forgot himself.

Bai Yu did not doubt that there was him.

Inside the small black room, Qi Yan stared straight at the darkness in front of him with wide eyes, and murmured in a low voice, "When did I kill someone? When...I didn't."

Bai Yu's schedule for the next period of time is very tight. Before he was hospitalized and needed to adjust his body, Mr. Zhang not only helped him reduce a lot of work, but also tried to help him delay the start of work that could not be turned off.

But even so, Bai Yu had to go out to work on the fifth day after he was discharged from the hospital.

Fortunately, although Bai Yu will have a lot of work to do next, they are all in Hwaseong, and they are just some interviews and shooting commercials, so they don't need to be too hard.

Bai Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

But he didn't know that if Song Shilin hadn't removed some small obstacles behind his back, he wouldn't have such a long rest time.

It was night, and Bai Yu returned home with a tired look on his face. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Song Shilin standing in the house and was about to leave, and immediately raised a smile.

——He has a heavy workload these days, so the pick-up and drop-off of the little watermelon is left to Song Shilin.A few days ago, he finished work late, so he didn't run into Song Shilin. Today, he finished work an hour early, and he didn't expect to meet by such a coincidence.

Song Shilin touched the young man's forehead and found it was a bit cold, so he took him to the living room with a gloomy face and poured a glass of warm water.

"Thank you." Bai Yu took the water glass, put it directly on the coffee table, and then fell on the man's body. The two lay on the sofa without talking for a while.

Bai Yu adjusted his posture to make himself more comfortable, "I'm ready to quit."

"Tingfeng" may have noticed something. Recently, the high-level personnel have been trying to talk to him, but Bai Yu is busy with work and rarely attends appointments.After a long time, Bai Yu found that his exposure rate was greatly reduced.

But Bai Yu's work has not been reduced.

Song Shilin stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around the young man's thin waist, and said lightly, "Tired?"

Bai Yu yawned: "It's okay."

After a pause, he continued, "Well, are you staying tonight?"

Song Shilin: "You are not in good health." The implication is that Bai Yu's night life should be more pure and ascetic.

Bai Yu choked for a moment, he was going back to the company to meet the president tomorrow morning, and there was an interview right after that, so tonight he planned to sleep with Song Shilin under the quilt.

In the early morning of the next day, Bai Yu, who was sleeping under the quilt with his friend Mr. Song, got up from the bed refreshed and ate a love breakfast cooked by the latter himself.

Little Watermelon murmured twice, stuffed egg custard in his mouth, and shook his head happily: "Good time, good time."

Bai Yu couldn't help but look at the man who was reading the newspaper: "I'm going to the company later, and I'll take him to school by the way. Also, I should be able to finish work early tonight. What do you want to eat?"

"Are you cooking?" Song Shilin gave him a cold look.

"If you don't mind eating hot pot with me, oh, there's also pork rib soup." Bai Yu said his specialty dishes with a smile.

Song Shilin ignored him, put the newspaper aside, picked up the warm fish porridge, and got up and left the dining table after three times and five divisions were done.

Little Watermelon groaned, looked at the clothes stained by egg custard, and pouted.

Bai Yu looked at Xiao Xigua's innocent face with melancholy, put the phone aside casually, and carried him to the bathroom to clean up resignedly.

Coincidentally, Bai Yu's mobile phone "jingling" on the dining table rang.

Song Shilin passed by, inadvertently caught sight of the three words Han Ziyu displayed on the lit screen, paused, picked up the phone calmly, and entered the password.

[The test results came out, it's all right.It is to take good care of it for a while, and remember not to be too tired.By the way, my baby's father asked me about your situation, my buddy resisted, but there is no guarantee next time. 】

Song Shilin's pores tightened, and he seemed to have overlooked some problems and key points.

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

Vaguely, Song Shilin felt that he had touched the edge of the truth.

Hearing voices coming from the bathroom, Song Shilin put the phone back intact and stood at the door to sort out his clothes.

"I'm going to work." Song Shilin looked at the big and small people in the room.

Little Watermelon giggled and said, "Goodbye, uncle, um, remember to miss me and Baba."

Song Shilin glanced at Bai Yu meaningfully, and said in a deep and magnetic voice, "Yes."

Old Bai Yu blushed, and hurriedly carried Tong Yan Wuji's little watermelon back to the house to change clothes.

It was an embarrassing moment, but somehow it hit his sweet spot.

When Song Shilin walked out of the door, his expression turned cold, and he took out his mobile phone: "Hi, it's me."

Han Ziyu was startled: "Old Song? What's the matter?"

"I saw the text message you just sent him." Song Shilin said calmly.

There was a crisp sound of "snap" from Han Ziyu's side. Listen carefully, it seems to be the sound of a quilt falling to the ground.

Song Shilin focused his attention, it seemed that Bai Yu's hospitalization was far from simple.

Bai Yu sent Xiao Xigua to the early education class, and then slowly drove his [-] yuan small broken car to the company.

His car is low-key and inconspicuous. If there are reporters blocking people downstairs, he can definitely avoid the crowd quickly by driving this car.

Sure enough, when Bai Yu drove the car into the company's garage, he saw a few paparazzi journalists standing in the corner, braving the cold wind, and couldn't help sighing that it's really not easy to make a living these days.

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

"Please come in."

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

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

Bai Yu paused, if other executives of the company asked him, he would choose to laugh, but he was not willing to lie to this old president who had been kind to him.

"Li, Bai Yu told the truth, "Decided to do it alone, or change to another employer? "The old president said gently: "This is purely my personal question to you, and it does not represent the company. Don't feel pressured. "

There was a momentary freeze in the air.

"Sorry." It's imperative to be defensive, and Bai Yu didn't intend to cause trouble because of his quick tongue before terminating the contract.

The old president nodded understandingly, "The company stopped exposing your announcement a few days ago, which makes me feel very sorry. I didn't know about it in advance, so I didn't stop them in time."

"It's okay." Bai Yu smiled.

The old president took a sip from the teacup, and then said: "No matter what your decision is, I hope that even if you leave the company, you will not forget the company's cultivation of you."

The entertainment industry is huge, and every year there are countless newcomers trying to get in, but there are not many who can really become popular and make the audience remember their faces.

From his debut at the age of 16 to the present, Bai Yu has become popular three times, and the works and process of becoming popular each time make people talk about it.

When he was filming for the first time, he was the domineering young master in an idol drama; when he returned to the front line at the age of 20, he was a arrogant detective with cleanliness;

This explosion of popularity is enough for Bai Yu to prove to the insiders that he is not only capable, but also lucky and popular with the audience!

This is something that many stars do not have.

So the old president knew very well that as long as Bai Yu didn't kill himself, his position in the circle would definitely not be low in the future, so they couldn't offend them!

Because Tingfeng is an entertainment company that relies on artists to survive, all prosperity and all losses.

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

The old president's words were cryptic, but Bai Yu suddenly understood what he meant, and the latter said without the slightest hesitation: "That's natural.

Tingfeng has trained me for ten years, how could I just forget it. "

The old president breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay. If you are busy, go back first."

Bai Yu nodded, exchanged a few pleasantries and left the CEO's office. Just as he walked out the door, he saw Mr. Zhang waiting for him standing in front of the elevator.

"Let's have a chat while there is still time." Mr. Zhang raised his wrist to check the time and asked, "Come to my office for a cup of tea."

Bai Yu was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay."

Mr. Zhang had been vaguely aware of the news that Bai Yu was going to leave - he had already felt it before Xiao Li told him in private.

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

Mr. Zhang handed Bai Yu a cup of tea, and the two sat side by side on the sofa: "I guessed that you were going to leave, but I didn't expect that you would really choose to leave."

Bai Yu raised his eyebrows, and his tone was naturally pleasant: "That's how you know me?"

"I don't know you well, I know you well." Mr. Zhang's tone was full of melancholy and sighed, "Since having that child, you have become more ambitious, congratulations!"

"I have to earn money to support my child, so I can't let him drink Northwest Wind with me, right?" Bai Yu teased.

Mr. Zhang curled his lips and said, "Where are your younger brothers and sisters? You haven't told me when exactly did you hide a woman in the golden house? After disappearing for two years, you even have children."

"He..." Bai Yu said vaguely, without elaborating.

Mr. Zhang didn't really want to know the answer, so he sighed and muttered in dissatisfaction.

"By the way, do you still remember the assistant Xiao Zhang assigned to you earlier?" Mr. Zhang said suddenly.

Bai Yu looked at him suspiciously.

"That guy's temperament is unstable. Some time ago, he followed a newcomer and secretly sold the newcomer's information to the paparazzi. As a result, the newcomer and the paparazzi are relatives. Stealing chickens is worthless, and one leg was broken."

What the hell!

Bai Yu almost spit out a sip of tea in his mouth, "Isn't this a coincidence?"

Mr. Zhang laughed loudly, "It's also because of his own bad luck. He tried to do some crooked things, otherwise he would not be so unlucky."

"Really." Bai Yu couldn't help feeling black when he thought of Xiao Zhang's assistance in Qi Yan's kidnapping.

Mr. Zhang held up his teacup, and Bai Yu understood, and they bumped into each other in the air while holding their teacups.

Smile speechless.

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