MTL - Breaking up, No Joke-Chapter 161
The bursting of "Prince" has allowed investors to see business opportunities.
There are a lot of people around the market about the "Prince" and posters are sold out.
The popularity of Bai Yu not only made his pay rise, but also made him more widely known.
There are many legs and acting skills, and all of them are attached to the fascination of the current fans, and they become the hottest first-line male stars.
Moan Yu, who has disappeared for more than a year, returned without the reaction of everyone.
Until the interviews of the business elites on TV, everyone saw the emergence of Moan Yu, and the talents found that Moan actually came back.
Moan in front of the camera dressed in a social elite, wearing a big back, wearing a black suit, shoes on the feet, handsome with some incomprehensible maturity - before the delicate yin of the facial features has been slightly It is cold and hard.
Moan looked at the camera and seemed to have some restraint. He smiled and said to the camera: "Hello, I am Moan, I haven't seen you for a long time."
The journalist hiding behind the camera symbolically asked a few questions about commerciality and turned the topic to Bai Yu. He said: "The recent development trend of Bai Yu is very good, but you left at the peak of the red. Now, come back, will you still have the preparation to stay in the entertainment circle in the future?"
"Maybe, maybe not." Moan faintly said, his face still can not see other expressions, it seems that more than a year of exile life is very big for his transformation.
"Do you perfuse us? Mr. Mo, your fans are very much looking forward to your return. Can you give an accurate answer?" The reporter did not give up.
Moan took a look at the reporter, and looked at the reporter with a smile. The latter looked at the back of the goose bumps and slowly began to say: "There is really nothing to say, if there is a good script, I am willing to go back and shoot. But if not, let your impressions of me stay at the moment that impressed me the best, thank you."
"Moan Yu, you..."
Moan reached out and made a pause gesture. He smiled at the reporter and smiled. "This is the financial channel. I hope that you as a gold medalist here can ask me some questions about commerciality. Not these topics, can you?"
The reporter nodded dumbly, then quickly returned to God, and rescued several commercial problems and quickly withdrew.
The next second, the video is transferred to someone else.
Bai Yu reached out and replaced the TV with a remote control. His look was indifferent: "Moan actually came back."
When he was in the past, he did not blame Moan. He even touched the other side when he was trying to shoot himself at the same time, and he stood up and defended himself with anger.
Bai Yu just couldn't accept it. Moan said that he liked himself, but made a move to kidnap himself.
Love is not used in this place.
Song Shizhen came over with a bottle of freshly brewed milk powder and said, "Which feeding and teaching, which one do you choose?"
The two young fathers, because there are two children in the family to take care of, so one person is responsible for taking care of one, but it seems very harmonious. Bai is decisive: "I have to take care of the small watermelon."
In the Song Dynasty, he nodded his face and said, "Remember to tutor his homework tomorrow. I am going to breastfeed."
"Oh." Bai Yu shut down the TV and walked up the second floor behind Song Shiyi, then went to the small watermelon still watching the animation, picked it up and said, "Come, we started doing homework."
Little watermelon struggled and didn't want to do homework so quickly. His brain was still caught in the cartoon that he couldn't extricate himself at the moment. He said: "I want to watch TV, I have to watch it for another minute."
Many years ago, this "one minute" was used to compete with Boblan for watching TV time. At this moment, it was extraordinarily ruthless.
Bai Yu shook his forefinger and shook it. The meaning of the refusal was obvious. He said, "You must finish these additions and subtractions first, or you can't see them."
"I am four years old. Why do you want me to learn to add and subtract?" The small watermelon whipped up. "The little friends are learning foreign languages. Why should I learn this?"
"...唔" Bai Yu couldn't answer it. "Would you like, you tell me, what do you usually teach you, I will see if I will be happy with a small watermelon, and I will run over." Take out his little schoolbag and spread his own homework on the ground with his ass. These are all the assignments that Song Shizhen gave him.
Before the child introduced his homework to Bai Yu, the mobile phone that Bai Yu placed on the table rang.
Bai Yu’s eyes are staring at the small watermelons, so there is no distraction to look at the electric display. Take it directly, put it on, and put it in your ear and say, “Hello, I am Bai Yu. ”
No one spoke on the phone.
Bai Yu frowned, took the phone out a bit, saw that it was a strange caller ID, worried that it was a fraudulent phone call, just wanted to hang up, and he heard the person at the other end of the phone saying, "Hey, it is me."
"Bai Yu, hello, it is me, I am Moan Yu." Moan Yu's voice is hoarse, and there are some tensions and cramps. Maybe it is a psychological struggle before calling.
Bai Yu took the mobile phone and walked to the window. He compared a small watermelon with a gesture, indicating that the child had to call, and the small watermelon nodded skillfully, and understood.
"You have returned to China, how have you been recently." Bai Yu took the lead.
"General." Moan at the other end of the phone licked his dry lips and looked nervous, but the tone was still cold. "I have been waiting for your call. I didn't wait, it was me, it was me. Too arrogant."
"I don't understand why you have to wait for me to call. I always think that I told you very clearly before." Bai Yu said calmly, "If you want to say something, just say it."
I don't have time to chat with you.
"How have you been with Song Shi, how many years of life, I care about your love life." Moan took a deep breath, the tension on his face was heard in the indifference of Bai Yu's words. After not paying attention, it disappeared.
"There is your concern, we live very well, well, I have nothing to hang." Bai Yu does not intend to continue spending time chatting on Moan Yu's body. These boring topics say that it is interesting, is it interesting?
Two big men, together to talk about emotional issues, was originally a very embarrassing thing. As a result, Moan would have to be like a little girl, which is really unacceptable. of.
It’s not that he dislikes Mo’an, but he can’t accept the tone of the other’s voice, too euphemistic.
This is a torture that is comparable to torture for the acute cypress.
Moan Yu: "I am waiting for you downstairs in your house."
"Now, you come down and say a few words to me, just two sentences."
Bai Yu silently opened the curtains around him, and the night scene outside the house had bright street lights, so Bai Yu could clearly see that there was no one outside the house.
Bai Yu said with a mobile phone: "I'm sorry, I moved."
"..." Mo'an smiled twice: "You moved? Where did you move, why don't you tell me."
"When I moved, you were still abroad, and I moved to Song Shiyi's home." Bai Yu moved a chair and directed the small watermelon to do his homework. He said, "I have to look at the small watermelon to do my homework." Nothing, I will..."
"You just dislike me?!" "If I dislike you, when I speak the first word, I will hang up the phone." Bai Yu couldn't bear to say that he sacrificed to teach the stupid son to change. Clever time to talk to Moan, not just to listen to him.
"You still have me in your heart, right?" Moan raised an accident in his plain voice.
"No." Bai Yu said coldly. "I really can't stand you. I will hang up when I don't talk about the key points."
"Nothing, I just want to chat with you." Moan's voice was flat and couldn't hear the emotions. "I just want to tell you, I am back, I won't give up so easily."
"Oh." Bai Yu held his chin and looked at the small watermelon to do his homework.
Moan may have specifically called to take the oath of sovereignty. In short, after he finished this sentence, he hang up the phone and did not even inform in advance.
Bai Yu, who had long wanted to hang up the phone, wanted to swear with a mobile phone: "..."
The little watermelon bitterly biting his finger and pointing at the question in front of him, saying: "Hegemony, how does this "good guy" make sentences."
"Would you not make a good sentence?" Bai Yu left the phone aside and looked at the small watermelon seriously. He said, "Your father, I am a good person."
"But the teacher who makes the sentence will be angry."
"Then let him get angry, you write that your father is a good person, how can the teacher be angry?" said Bai Yuyi.
"The last time Huamao wrote this way, he was stunned by the teacher." The small watermelon is quite reasonable.
"What did he write?" Bai Yu said curiously. "It is right to make sentences like me."
"Hua Trading said: Dad's egg is a bad guy."
"..." Bai Yu coughed and said: "It is wrong for your classmates to make sentences like this. You learn from me, this is right, believe me."
"Oh, okay." Little watermelon nodded, and the fighter said that it was like this.
After the father and son finished the phone set by the teacher and Song Shizhen, they played together happily and played the building blocks. Halfway through the game, the building blocks fell, and the rushing began to pile up.
When Song Shiyi finished his noisy little son, seeing that Bai Yu had not returned for a long time, he came over to find someone.
Bo Yutou did not return his hand: "When I finish it, I will go back."
The small watermelon also stared at the hand of Bai Yu, for fear that he would take the wrong points, and the heart would soon mention the eyes of the blind.
When Song Shizhen walked over to the table, picked up Bai’s cell phone and saw a strange message, he opened it with a bright spot.
I will not give up on you one by one.
Song Shiyi coveted.
He guessed who this person is.
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