With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

night.

deeper.

After half an hour.

Su Qi hurried over.

Fu Hanyu and Song Yu lay side by side on the bed.

Su Qi stepped forward, took a look at the two of them first, and confirmed that Song Yu was fine, but was exhausted and fell asleep.

As for Fu Hanyu, he was very familiar with his illness, and it was a relapse of an old illness.

When he prepared the drip bottle and was about to infuse him with the needle, he realized that he was still holding the little girl's hand, and subconsciously pulled it, but did not pull it away.

He pulled again.

Cheng Xi was terrified when he saw it, and hurried forward to stop him: "Doctor Su, the third master has been holding Miss Song's hand, and we can't separate it, so please work hard!"

Su Qi gave him a sideways look with contempt, and muttered in his mouth: "Smelly shameless, shameless, greedy for others' body, lowly!"

Isn't he a gentleman?

They all passed out, and they still knew how to hold the girl's hand and not let go.

Fu Hanyu's left arm cannot be infused with fluid, and he is allergic to needles, so he can only prick the right side.

On the right hand, he held Song Yu's hand again.

Su Qi spent a lot of effort before he had an injection in his right arm and an infusion, and he had to watch from the side, lest if the girl woke up and saw him pulling his hand to play hooligans, he would give him an injection first. Kick it down!

the next day.

Song Yu didn't go home.

while having breakfast.

Song Xingji looked at Song Ze who was drinking tofu nao, and asked, "Song Ze, where did your mommy go?"

This smelly girl often stays out at night, and she doesn't know what she is doing, she is mysterious.

"My mommy has important things to do." Song Ze swallowed the tofu nao in his mouth and looked at him: "Little uncle, if you are busy, don't look at me, I can ask Uncle Lu to pick me up. "

"You dislike me?" Song Xingji heard the meaning in his words.

"I didn't!" Song Ze firmly denied.

"I'll play with you, read you bedtime stories, get up in the middle of the night to accompany you to pee and shit, and get up early in the morning to buy you your favorite breakfast." Hold your heart.

Song Ze felt a little guilty when he heard this, his little face turned red, and he mumbled, "I don't dislike you."

"Your Uncle Lu is good at everything, I am not good at anything, and I am not likable at anything, you go to your Uncle Lu, don't worry about me, a little uncle who makes you hate, just let me live on my own Let's face this cruel world by ourselves." Song Xingji was addicted, and he couldn't forgive anyone.

The corners of Song Ze's eyes twitched. Unable to stand his exaggerated acting skills, he bit his chopsticks and said, "I don't want to look for Uncle Lu!"

Only then did Song Xingji put away his sadness and asked, "Are you really not going?"

Song Ze nodded: "I won't go."

Song Xingji was happy, humming a song while eating fried dough sticks, it was the first time that fried dough sticks were so delicious.

I'm eating.

Manager Tan Xue called and asked him to go to the company to choose songs. Even if he didn't find 'make money to support his son', he should choose the songs for his new album, and he couldn't procrastinate.

Song Xingji glanced at the opposite side who was eating, but Song Ze, who was obviously gratified, smiled wickedly and said, "If you want to choose a song, it will take two days. I will go to the company to choose a song the day after tomorrow, on the 18th."

stinky boy.

Are you so happy to hear that he has something to do?

The smile in Song Ze's eyes also disappeared, and a touch of disappointment flashed away.

The little uncle is so stupid, he needs to teach him everything, but Uncle Lu is better, he can do everything.

Tan Xue was surprised and asked him: "Didn't your mother's birthday pass yesterday? What are you busy with these two days?"

Song Xingji raised his eyebrows proudly, and smiled: "I want to see the child!"

Tan Xue asked: "Your sister's child, my goose Song Ze?"

Song Xingji nodded: "Yes."

This brat, just appeared on a variety show, and became popular all over the country. Countless sisters and aunts are so cute that they all became fans of his mother.

Tan Xue became excited: "It's okay, you bring him to the company, you can ask your sister, will you still accept variety shows for my goose? Recently, I have a variety show that is especially suitable for bringing children. You You can take him with you."

"When she comes back, I'll ask." Song Xingji finished speaking and asked Song Ze's opinion: "Let's not play at home anymore, fix your cabin in the morning, and I will take you to the company to play in the afternoon!"

Song Ze nodded obediently: "Okay."

Song Xingji: "Sister Xue, I'll take him to choose songs in the afternoon."

then.

hang up the phone.

The two had breakfast and continued to assemble the cabin.

After the cabin is assembled.

Song Ze also took out his notebook, and seriously drew pictures in front of the small desk in the small wooden house, making decorative paintings for the house.

The wooden house is only 1.5 meters high.

Song Xingji, a tall man of 1.8 meters seven, was quite funny when he sat on the ground with his legs curled up. He leaned over and took a piece of his painting, and saw that the painting was an abstract tulip flower field, with strong colors and very visual impact.

"The painting is not bad."

He boasted that when he wanted to put the painting back, he suddenly saw words on the back of the drawing paper. When he turned it over, he couldn't take his eyes away. His eyes became brighter and hotter.

Behind the drawing paper is a song with both lyrics and music. Judging by the handwriting, the writing is extremely casual and chic, and there are also some revisions. As a professional singer, he can tell it is a song manuscript at a glance.

The title of the song is "Fantasy".

The level of lyrics and music composition is definitely above the level of songwriters in the entertainment industry. It is a rare good song. In other words, it is difficult to see such a high-level song in the sluggish music scene in recent years.

"Song Ze." Song Xingji called him excitedly, knocking on the manuscript in his hand: "Who wrote this?"

Song Ze glanced at it and said casually, "My mommy wrote it."

Song Xingji could not wait to give him a shudder to wake him up, and said heartbroken: "Stinky boy, did you ruin the song written by your mother? You still use it for drawing!"

Song Ze curled his lips and said in his heart, these are the songs that Uncle Ji Lin picked and failed, and it's useless to keep them. When I was at home, Mommy used them to ignite the fire!

"Is there anything else?" Song Xingji didn't wait for him to answer, he stood up suddenly, and when his head really touched the roof, he was so painful that tears flowed down his face.

But right now, I don't care about the pain anymore, so I have to watch other songs quickly.

When Song Ze saw him, he screamed in pain, but his hands didn't stop at all. He flipped through the manuscript of the song, hummed a few words from time to time, and clapped his hands in applause. He was almost crazy.

Until I flipped through more than ten manuscripts, and then scrolled down, it was gone.

Among the dozen or so manuscripts, three of them were half-written before they were finished, and it made him feel uncomfortable to see him scratching his heart. He wished he could catch the stinky girl back, tie her up, and let her finish writing the songs!

"Little uncle." Song Ze was afraid that he was going crazy, so he pulled him.

Song Xingji looked at him eagerly: "Who is this song your mommy wrote for?"

Song Ze was afraid of hurting his self-esteem, so he told a white lie: "Mommy just wrote it for fun."

Song Xingji suddenly laughed out loud, and slapped his thigh: "That is to say, your mommy hasn't published these songs yet, right?"

Song Ze nodded.

Song Xingji laughed even more exaggeratedly. He took out his mobile phone and called Song Yu. It was different from the previous few times. This time it rang a few times and he got connected.