Little Watermelon was standing at the top of the slide. Just as he was about to slide down, someone grabbed the collar of his clothes and he couldn't move.
The little fat man came over with a mean, round face, "Bo Yanting, let me ask you something."
Little Watermelon pushed Little Watermelon angrily, but found that he couldn't push it, so he could only say angrily: "What are you asking for?"
"Is your father's name Bai Yu? The Bai Yu who plays TV." The little fat boy is four years old this year and has a preliminary understanding of many things.
Little Watermelon said confusedly, "I don't know."
The little fat man looked at the little watermelon like a fool, then he took out a tablet from his back, clicked on it, displayed a picture, zoomed in, and said, "This is your father, is this child you?"
Little Watermelon leaned over and took a look curiously, then nodded and said yes.
"Very good, very good." The child with a round face and small eyes sneered, "Your dad's TV show is really ugly, really."
After saying that, the little fat man took the tablet and ran away briskly.
Little Watermelon hit the ground hard, with an angry expression.
****
Nine p.m.
The little fat man knocked on the door of his father's study. After receiving permission, he immediately opened the door and walked in, "Dad."
Qiu Feng, who was sitting behind the study, looked up at him. He had handsome features and a smile on his lips, and said gently: "What's wrong?"
Then the next second, when Qiu Feng saw the little fat man appearing in front of him wearing only underwear, with his white and tender fat in front of his eyes, his face suddenly darkened, "Why aren't you wearing clothes?"
The little fat man patted his belly boldly, and the round belly meat also trembled. The visual impact came too suddenly.
"I'm just going to tell you something. After that I'm going to sleep. What should I wear?"
Qiu Feng looked at the little fat man who was completely different from him from his facial features to his personality and was silent for a moment. If he hadn't done a paternity test in private, he wouldn't have been able to accept that this little fat boy was his son.
"I quite like Bai Yu. Otherwise, our company should hire him, right?" The little fat man suddenly became coy.
"Bo Yu?" Qiu Feng was thoughtful. He also had some impressions of this recently popular artist, but he didn't expect that the little fat man was also paying attention to him.
"What do you like about him?" Qiu Feng asked with interest.
The little fat man was so worried that his hair was about to fall out. How could he like Bai Yu, that big-headed guy with a bad temper
Even if he really wanted to like him, he would still like a handsome guy like the actor Liu Kai, and Xiaoxianrou Moyu would not settle for such a handsome guy.
"His son is my schoolmate." The little fat man chuckled.
Alumni
Qiu Feng waved his hand and said, "Go back to bed and let me think about this matter."
The little fat man turned around and left dejectedly.
But after walking out of the study, the little fat man immediately became energetic. He ran back to the bedroom excitedly, lay down on the bed, and quickly clicked on the tablet.
Search bar: Bai Yu The little fat man looked at the large list of Bai Yu's personal information and gossip information that was found, curled his lips, and searched again: Bai Yu's TV.
This year's most popular online drama "Little Marquis" appears in front of Little Fatty.
"Damn it(#?Д?), run quickly!... Oops, I must have been caught up, eh eh eh..."
"Bo Yu is so stupid, he can be tricked like this, tsk tsk tsk →_→."
"Run quickly, what are you doing with this stupid woman!!!" The little fat man patted the soft bed angrily, spitting out his saliva in anger.
The next morning, Qiu Feng sat on the dining chair and took a sip of coffee.
The little fat man felt weak at his feet and floated to the dining table. He had two panda eyes and his whole body was wilted.
Qiu Feng:…
At 8pm this Friday, Little Fans updated the finale of Little Marquis.
The leader and husband, one died and the other was injured.
[I have been tortured by the ending and cried blindly, and my sadness turned into a river...]
[With tears in her eyes, Ma De’s heart ached.]
[Although I had already guessed that the leader and his wife would end badly, the moment the prediction came true, I still felt deep despair●︿●.]
When the last episode of Little Marquis was released, netizens expressed that they were so tortured by this cheating solution that they were going to go blind from crying.
But even so, director Hou did not want to change the finale or make a spin-off drama according to the wishes of netizens.
——The happy and joyful ending is certainly joyful and satisfying. But tragedy is easier to remember.
Perhaps the production of "Little Marquis" is not sophisticated enough and the scenery is not exquisite, but its lines were determined by the screenwriter and director after repeated deliberation for a whole year.
Of course, the success of Little Marquis is also supported by the superb acting skills of the actors. If Bai Yu's acting skills were slightly greener, he wouldn't be able to achieve this drama.
The play Little Marquis may not become a classic, but when everyone thinks of Bo Yu, his classic play is Little Marquis.
The young Marquis has made Bai Yu a success, and Bai Yu has made the Little Marquis a success.
***
The little fat man was lying on the bed, with a tablet with a black screen in front of him, crying profusely, his face covered with tears and sneezes.
"Wow!" The quilt covering his head was lifted.
Qiu Feng looked at the cute little fat man crying and was surprised: "Why are you crying?"
"Dad, Gu Chengjing is dead..." The little fat man took the tissue handed to him by Qiu Feng and wiped his face while sobbing.
"Is Gu Chengjing your classmate? How did he die?" Qiu Feng sat beside the bed and said calmly.
"..." The little fat man wiped his nose and took the tablet over and handed it to Qiu Feng.
Qiu Feng took a look and said clearly: "Is this taken by Bai Yu?"
"Yeah." The little fat man was still immersed in the sadness of the death of his favorite protagonist. He even forgot to wipe the snot bubbles hanging on the tip of his nose and stared blankly ahead, "I'm so heartbroken."
Qiu Feng smiled, patted the little fat man's round belly, stood up and left with the tablet: "You can see Bai Yu when you go to school tomorrow, what's the point of crying here. Get some rest quickly, I confiscated the tablet and mobile phone."
After saying that, Qiu Feng left the room with the ocean scenery of the little fat man.
The little fat man's nose felt sore and he felt even more uncomfortable.
**
Bai Yu, who was having a midnight snack at the moment, didn't know that he was in love with the fat man who had stripped Xiao Xigua's pants.
Little Watermelon pouted, "Ba Ba, I don't like fish."
Bai Yu said calmly: "Dad likes to eat fish. You like dad, so you should also like to eat fish."
After saying that, Bai Yu scooped up another spoonful of fish porridge and held it up to Little Watermelon's mouth.
Little Watermelon couldn't find any words to refute, so she could only eat the fish porridge in her mouth obediently, not feeling happy at all.
After feeding the porridge, Bai Yu wiped Xiao Xigua's mouth with a paper towel, grabbed his pouty mouth to express dissatisfaction, and said with a smile: "Aren't you happy yet?"
The pouted mouth was pinched into a duck's mouth. Little Watermelon was even more unhappy now, but she couldn't speak and could only sulk.
Bai Yu teased his son until he almost lost his temper before he put his hands away. He laughed loudly and picked up the dishes and put them into the sink. He walked out, picked up the small watermelon and held it in his arms, "Tonight Sleep with daddy?"
Xiao Xigua's eyes lit up, and he couldn't care less about the awkwardness, "Okay!"
"If you wet the bed at night, I won't sleep with you!" Bai Yu put down the little watermelon and watched him run back to his small room angrily, and he suddenly felt even happier.
Little Watermelon's face turned red with anger. She got into her quilt and sulked outside with her butt sticking out.
Private billiards room.
Qi Yan was rudely pushed in from the outside by the bodyguards. Before he could get angry, he looked up and saw Mo Anyu standing in front of him with an indifferent expression. He was immediately frightened.
A good man never suffers immediate losses, and Qi Yan has never been a master who likes to treat him badly.
"Mr. Qi, you are so grand. I can't invite you with nice words. You have to ask me to send someone to pick you up." Mo Anyu took the cue in his hand, pointed it at the white ball, and hit it with one hit.
"Boom!" The blue ball fell down the hole and landed on the white net.
Qi Yan straightened his clothes, without a smile on his face, walked over and sat down, looking around.
This is a private club with extremely high consumption, and all guests are excluded except those with specific black cards.
Qi Yan has been in the entertainment industry for several years on Song Shilin's behalf, not to mention that he has the best resources. Wherever he goes, is he not surrounded by flashing lights and applause
But he happened to stumble in this private club. Not to mention asking for a black card, he couldn't even get in!
But Mo Anyu was not only able to enter here, but also allowed bodyguards to escort him all the way in without anyone stopping him. Qi Yan secretly guessed that Mo Anyu's background might not be as simple as it seemed.
"Boom!" Another ball went into the hole.
Mo Anyu threw the club aside casually, picked up the goblet and took a sip. He glanced at him and said, "Want a drink?"
"What do you mean by bringing me here?" Qi Yan looked at Mo Anyu coldly.
Mo Anyu sneered: "You really think of yourself as a big shot. I just want you to come play ball with me and relax."
"I don't know how to play billiards." Qi Yan didn't agree with him.
Mo Anyu frowned, picked up a ball and threw it in the direction of Qi Yan. There was no emotion or anger in his calm tone, "Come and have a drink with me. Don't let me say it a second time."
Qi Yan glanced at Mo Anyu in horror, and began to get scared. He didn't dare to take Qiao anymore. He walked over, picked up a glass of red wine, and took a cautious sip.
"Drink them all." Mo Anyu looked at Qi Yan with a smile and said.
Qi Yan was heartbroken and drank all the red wine in the glass. After finishing the drink, he suppressed his anger and said, "What on earth do you want to do?"
"After I contacted you last time, I thought your mouth smelled too bad and I wanted to clean your mouth." Mo Anyu laughed.
Qi Yan couldn't bear it anymore.
Song Shilin fought against him for Bai Yu, and now even Mo Anyu wants to fight against him for him
Didn't Bai Yu just seduce Song Shilin by selling his butt? Why did he step on her head again and again!
"Are you helping Bai Yu vent your anger?" Qi Yan said, "He seduced Song Shilin, why can't I just say a few words to him! Who the hell is he!"
Mo Anyu laughed angrily, smashed the wine glass in his hand, faced Qi Yan with the broken glass, raised his chin, and said scornfully: "Say one more thing, and I will make it impossible for you to walk out of this door again." .”
Qi Yan forced himself to stand on the spot and said as calmly as possible: "What's the use of playing tricks on me here? Bai Yu can't see that you are protecting him. If you have the ability, you can heroically save the beauty in front of him!"
Mo Anyu threw half of the wine glass on the ground and said in a deep voice: "Qi Yan, if Song Shilin no longer protects you, do you think your life will be easy?"
"That's better than having to watch the person you like being with someone else from afar." Qi Yan curled his lips.
Mo Anyu raised his eyes to look at him and said, "Song Shilin really lives next door to Bai Yu now?"
Qi Yan was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "I saw them appear in a house with my own eyes. Mo Anyu, you lost worse than me!"
Mo Anyu burst out laughing.
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