Chapter 1501
Live
Mu Yazhe was so cold and handsome for the words used by the little guy.
How can you describe it like that!
These days, the two little guys really miss their mother.
Cloud poetry across a phone, but still caught Mu Yichen sad complaints.
"Miss mommy so much..."
These five words, but she heard clearly, heard Mu Yichen's worried thoughts, cloud poetry eyes can not help but red circle.
After recording the love diary, Qin Zhou carried yunshishi to the studio for dubbing. As soon as the dubbing was finished, Qin Zhou carried yunshishi on a special plane to Milan before he stepped into the door.
Count the days. It's about half a month. I haven't seen two small milk bags.
Cloud poetry is also worried.
She snatched the mobile phone from mu Yazhe's hand: "little Yi Chen..."
As soon as the speech started, the head was dead for half a moment, and then came the voice of Xiaoyi Chen: "Mommy! Mommy! "
But the call is very loud and clear, the baby's milk voice and milk breath, the voice is full of four years.
Yunshishi said with red eyes: "xiaoyichen, I'm sorry that I haven't been able to tell you bedtime stories with youYou these days Mommy missed you so much... "
"Mommy, when are you coming back?" asked little Yi Chen softly
Helplessly, it is the softest part of Yunshi's heart.
Her heart clenched, subconsciously blurted out: "I'll be back tomorrow!"
As soon as the voice fell, she suddenly remembered that there were several shows left tomorrow. Qin Zhou repeatedly stressed that these shows were very important and could not be missed.
However
Two children at home, she was not at ease, and worried about it.
There's no way.
Two little milk bags, much more important than work.
Hearing that yunshishi is coming back tomorrow, xiaoyichen is so happy that he jumps and jumps with his mobile phone in his arms. He is so excited that he doesn't know why: "great! Great! What time will you be home tomorrow, Mommy? "
"I haven't booked a ticket yet, so I don't know."
"Oh That's it. "
For a moment, Xiaoyi Chen's tone suddenly darkened, unable to say disappointment.
Cloud poetry in the heart can not bear, immediately said: "I must hurry back as soon as possible, OK?"
"Good!" Small Yi Chen hears her assurance, the voice again infused vitality.
"When Mommy is away, you must take good care of your brother!"
Yun's poems are closely watched.
Little Yi Chen "mm-hmm" twice, then clapped his chest to promise: "dear mommy, don't worry! I will take good care of you! "
"Well, darling, wait for mommy at home!"
"OK!"
Little Yi Chen promised again and again.
After hanging up the phone, Yun Shishi's eyes were empty. When she and Qin Zhou proposed to return to China in advance, Qin Zhou's face was cold and refused. Just thinking about it was a headache.
"Is it too late to book a ticket now?"
"No ticket."
“……?”
Cloud poetry looked at him with some doubts. "What do you mean?"
I have a private plane
Cloud poetry, "..."
Muyazhe, "tomorrow we will fly directly to the capital."
Cloud poetry suddenly escaped a very popular joke on the Internet: "Tu Hao, are you short of hanging parts in your thighs?"
However, muyazhe smiled badly, caught her chin, vaguely stuck her lips, and breathed like a blue: "no, I lack one to warm my bed."
Cloud poetry, "..."
It's really Bad man!
Mu Yazhe was so cold and handsome for the words used by the little guy.
How can you describe it like that!
These days, the two little guys really miss their mother.
Cloud poetry across a phone, but still caught Mu Yichen sad complaints.
"Miss mommy so much..."
These five words, but she heard clearly, heard Mu Yichen's worried thoughts, cloud poetry eyes can not help but red circle.
After recording the love diary, Qin Zhou carried yunshishi to the studio for dubbing. As soon as the dubbing was finished, Qin Zhou carried yunshishi on a special plane to Milan before he stepped into the door.
Count the days. It's about half a month. I haven't seen two small milk bags.
Cloud poetry is also worried.
She snatched the mobile phone from mu Yazhe's hand: "little Yi Chen..."
As soon as the speech started, the head was dead for half a moment, and then came the voice of Xiaoyi Chen: "Mommy! Mommy! "
But the call is very loud and clear, the baby's milk voice and milk breath, the voice is full of four years.
Yunshishi said with red eyes: "xiaoyichen, I'm sorry that I haven't been able to tell you bedtime stories with youYou these days Mommy missed you so much... "
"Mommy, when are you coming back?" asked little Yi Chen softly
Helplessly, it is the softest part of Yunshi's heart.
Her heart clenched, subconsciously blurted out: "I'll be back tomorrow!"
As soon as the voice fell, she suddenly remembered that there were several shows left tomorrow. Qin Zhou repeatedly stressed that these shows were very important and could not be missed.
However
Two children at home, she was not at ease, and worried about it.
There's no way.
Two little milk bags, much more important than work.
Hearing that yunshishi is coming back tomorrow, xiaoyichen is so happy that he jumps and jumps with his mobile phone in his arms. He is so excited that he doesn't know why: "great! Great! What time will you be home tomorrow, Mommy? "
"I haven't booked a ticket yet, so I don't know."
"Oh That's it. "
For a moment, Xiaoyi Chen's tone suddenly darkened, unable to say disappointment.
Cloud poetry in the heart can not bear, immediately said: "I must hurry back as soon as possible, OK?"
"Good!" Small Yi Chen hears her assurance, the voice again infused vitality.
"When Mommy is away, you must take good care of your brother!"
Yun's poems are closely watched.
Little Yi Chen "mm-hmm" twice, then clapped his chest to promise: "dear mommy, don't worry! I will take good care of you! "
"Well, darling, wait for mommy at home!"
"OK!"
Little Yi Chen promised again and again.
After hanging up the phone, Yun Shishi's eyes were empty. When she and Qin Zhou proposed to return to China in advance, Qin Zhou's face was cold and refused. Just thinking about it was a headache.
"Is it too late to book a ticket now?"
"No ticket."
“……?”
Cloud poetry looked at him with some doubts. "What do you mean?"
I have a private plane
Cloud poetry, "..."
Muyazhe, "tomorrow we will fly directly to the capital."
Cloud poetry suddenly escaped a very popular joke on the Internet: "Tu Hao, are you short of hanging parts in your thighs?"
However, muyazhe smiled badly, caught her chin, vaguely stuck her lips, and breathed like a blue: "no, I lack one to warm my bed."
Cloud poetry, "..."
It's really Bad man!