MTL - Breaking up, No Joke-Chapter 145

At the airport exit station of Hwaseong City, Han Ziyu took a bunch of blooming roses and bowed his head while playing mobile phones. He patiently stood at the exit station and waited for Bai Yu.

After a while, Bai Yu came out tightly from the inside. He took the baggage and walked over. He took the rose that Han Ziyu had in his hand and smelled it. He said in disbelief: "You gave it to me." Flowers? It doesn't look like your style. When did it become so intimate?"

Han Ziyu slowly put his phone into his pocket and saw that he just smiled and didn't talk.

When the two of them walked to the side of the car, he took the rose that Boike held in his arms. In the unbelievable eyes of the latter, he threw the rose into the trunk and said, "Let's go."

Bo Yu reminded him: "The rose is not heavy, I can hold it."

Han Ziyu laughed and broke the illusion of Bai Yu: "What do you think, this is what I gave to my family."

After a pause, he continued: "If you want a rose, let Song Shiyi give you a sigh. He is so rich and can send a lifetime of flowers."

Song Shiyi, who doesn't understand the taste of wood, is estimated to only give him cauliflower!

Bai Yu did not intend to talk to him.

The two entered the car, and Han Ziyu came directly from the hospital, so he did not take the driver out. He sat in the main driver's seat and knocked on the steering wheel with his hand. He asked, "You call me over, it won't let me pick you up."

Bai Yu shook his head and licked his lips for a long time without talking.

Han Ziyu frowned, turned his head and glanced at him and said, "If you have something, you will say, when did you become so slick?"

Bai Yu gave him a faint look, still did not speak.

Han Ziyu carefully tasted this look of Bai Yu. After half a minute, he slammed on the brakes, staring at Bai Yu’s lower abdomen incredulously, swallowing his mouth, and his mouth dry: "No... you are not Will again..."

Bai Yu leaned back in the back seat behind him, whispering: "I did not expect such a bad luck, wearing such a long set, because I wear less once, I won the prize, my heart."

Han Ziyu whispered: "I want to fight with Xiaobai for the third. After a long time, there is still no movement. As a result, you are good. The winning rate is higher than the probability of winning the prize." This makes him feel good.

Bai Yu bowed his head: "This may be my talent, or the reason why the Song cannon hit a very high rate."

Han Ziyu’s heart looked like Bai Yu, and he said nothing.

Bai Yu took a deep breath and said, "I want to ask you to do me a favor."

Han Ziyu did not respond, nodded, and casually said: "Who is this relationship with whom, you open your mouth." He still couldn't accept the result of Bai Yu.

"I don't want to have children now, so I want you to help me..."

Bai Yu couldn't keep going with his eyes.

Han Ziyu understood, and said with a dumb voice: "Does the old Song know your decision?"

"He doesn't know." Bai Yu shook his head. "I didn't dare to tell him if I had a piece of meat on my stomach."

Han Ziyu’s face, "I know", said: "Do you think about this matter? If you know it by Lao Song, you will have to peel off the skin if you don't die."

Bai Yu bowed his head, and for a while, he nodded invisibly.

Han Ziyu has no choice. The child is in the belly of Bai Yu. If he doesn't want to, he can't help anyone.

Bai Yu’s voice was hoarse. “I can’t give birth to him.”

Han Ziyu thought that he was worried about money. He said: "You are responsible for checking your body this time, and you are not responsible for your money."

Bai Yubai glanced at him and said, "I am taking a costume drama in history. After filming this, there is still a movie. It is all about acting. I can't ask the director to find a substitute for the whole process."

Han Ziyu said: "You are worried that you can't stop."

Bai Yu nodded.

If it is a female celebrity, excuses to study abroad to hide for a year, and then come back after giving birth, this is a very normal phenomenon in the circle. But he is a man. In the case of a lot of work, he will disappear after a year and everyone will think about him.

If he is still not red, if he is not yet concerned about the public, Bai Yu does not mind giving birth to this child.

But he can't do it now.

He can't give up all this.

Han Ziyu irritated the cigarette case and was about to ignite, but he thought that he was sitting next to a pregnant woman, and suddenly he threw the cigarette case back and said, "Where are you going now?"

"Hospital." Bai Yu whispered, "The Song Dynasty will come back the day after tomorrow, I think, before he returns, he will handle the child's affairs well." "Good."

Han Ziyu heard that he said so.

An hour later, Bai Yu was wearing a hospital patient's suit, standing in front of the window of the senior ward, letting the cold wind blow his face, and it was still motionless.

Han Ziyu had a cold in these two days. Now it was stimulated by the behavior of Bo Yu to open the window and smother the cold wind. While holding his nose, he said, "Close the window, what cold wind you blow."

Bai Yu said to close the window and said, "If you take the child off, it should be no danger."

The child has done such a dangerous thing, but also afraid of abortion, Han Ziyu is trying to laugh at him, but after sweeping to Bai Yu’s eyes, he snorted.

He is probably not happy either.

But also, if it is really possible, how can Bai Yu be willing to knock out his child.

Han Ziyu whispered: "I will go out first, you have a good rest, I will arrange it for you as soon as possible, it should be a few hours..."

"let me think again!"

Bai Yu suddenly screamed and slammed the words of Han Ziyu. After he suddenly burst out of this sentence, the two people in the house did not speak for a moment.

Bai Yu lost his strength and sat on the bed. He lowered his head and did not look at the eyes of Han Ziyu. He said: "Let me think about it again, tomorrow, I will do it tomorrow, I think..."

Han Ziyu panicked: "I know, I will arrange surgery for you tomorrow afternoon, I, I am going out." After that, he quickly flashed out of the room.

The child's business, let him consider it again, so as not to regret it in the future, Han Ziyu said.

On the evening of the same day, the little watermelon was holding a children's publication together with Song Shiyi to see the pictures and recognize the animals.

The small watermelon slammed openly and said: "Judi, I have to call the tyrant. You ask him, is his illness good?"

When Song Shizhen’s eyes were dark, he asked: “What disease did he get?”

"I do not know."

The little watermelon is obviously the one that forgets the things that Bai Yu had told him before. He is happy with the yogurt box and hears: "The hegemony said he is going to see a doctor."

Song Shiyi thought of Bai Yu’s mood for these two days was not quite right. He panicked and said, “Why don’t he tell me ^” “Because the hegemony says you can’t let you know.” Xiaotao said a lot, after he finished, He jerked his head up and whispered, "Did I say it?" Song Shiyi’s nod, and did not care for the child’s uneasy eyes. He took out his mobile phone and just prepared to call Bai Yu, but he saw Han Ziyu’s. The phone was called first.

Song Shiyi turned his head and glanced at the small watermelon sitting on the sofa, and took the phone to the window and said, "It's me."

The tone of Han Ziyu reveals complexity. "Old Song, you... have recently discovered that Bai Yu’s is not right."

Song Shimei: "Well. What happened."

After that, Song Shizhen seems to have realized what he said in the words of Han Ziyu.

However, he has not really touched that layer of window paper.

Han Ziyu sneaked at the end of the corridor and looked at the closed ward door not far away. Then he made up his mind and said, "In fact, you may have to prepare a second children's room at home." Clenched the phone and said with a dumb voice: "...you say it again."

After hanging up the phone, Han Ziyu seems to have done something wrong, and he keeps putting his hands together.

He can see that Bai Yu is actually not willing to kill his children. It is just that he has not chosen well. In the end, he still wants a child or a career.

At the beginning, he had always kept the secrets of Bai Yu for the so-called benevolence and morality. As a result, the two people who almost hurted almost became strangers.

Now, even if he is atonement for the ignorance of the year, it can be considered to create an opportunity for Bo.

And again, Song Shizhen is another embarrassment of the child. He has the right to know and have the right to participate in discussing the child's stay.

But I only hope that I will not blame myself when I am.

I was thinking, Han Ziyu’s shoulder was suddenly shot by someone, and he was scared of a spirit and shouted: "Who!"

The young little nurse was also shocked by Han Ziyu and said, "I am me."

Han Ziyu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "What's the matter?"

The little nurse said: "When is the surgery of Mr. Bai inside arranged? I need to make an appointment with the doctor in advance."

Han Ziyu waved his hand: "His surgery I personally arranged, you don't have to record, yes, you should give it some food."

The little nurse nodded and then quickly left.

On the other side, the small watermelon stood at the airport with Song Shiyi and waited for check-in.

Little watermelon was a little scared and looked at Song Shizhen, who had been sullen and sullen after hanging up the phone. He was worried.

Song Shiyi returned to God and noticed that the child was not right. He said, "Is it trapped or hungry?"

Little Watermelon took the courage and said, "You are not angry with Judy."

Song Shiyi nodded.

Little watermelon asked: "Why are we going home today, is it that I want to be a fighter?"

Song Shiyi heard the words, the gloomy eyes suddenly cold down, the wind blew, "Your father wants to do bad things, we need to wake him up" Xiaotao watermelon seems to understand the nod, and said: "Then you don't want Fighting."

Song Shizhen "hmm".

How could he beat him?

Moreover, even if he wants to fight, he will not do it at this time.

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