《Her Eternal Mr.Right》Chapter 1264
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At the same time, the White House is full of lights.
Bai Jingan's first step is to sound the alarm in her heart. When she goes in, she finds that all the people in her family are there.
Sitting on the sofa is Bai Muyou. She keeps blinking at Bai Jingan. Nunu's mouth indicates the mother sitting beside her.
However, Bai Jing'an really didn't understand what it meant. Before he had time to understand it, Bai Mohan, sitting on the other side of the sofa, growled: "you can do it. The first day you come back from abroad, you will be sent to the police station. Does that feel good?"
Gong Xiaoyou, who is beside Bai Mohan, wanted to express his dissatisfaction by the way, but suddenly he was reluctant to give up. He pulled Bai Mohan's arm and said, "Mengmeng, he just came back. Some friends celebrate for him. Who knows this kind of thing will happen."
"Ma..." Bai Jingan only felt numb and frowned, trying to discuss, "can you not call me Mengmeng? Do you know how old I am this year?"
Bai Jingan is really a headache. He is a man who has such a cute nickname.
I've said it more than once, but I just don't listen, as always.
"What's the matter, Mengmeng? That's what my mother has been calling you. I can't change it." Gong Xiaoyou looks at Bai Jingan innocently, and suddenly looks at Bai Mohan.
More than ten years later, the years did not leave any traces on her body, but more and more mature, it seems that all kinds of customs.
Having been married for so many years, I don't know what she means. Bai Mohan immediately stares at Bai Jingan and says, "whatever your mother calls you, don't give me any advice."
After that, he asked softly, "wife, let's go up and have a rest. Don't you always say that you want to go to bed early? There's no need to make an exception for this boy."
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Finish saying, involuntarily take Gong Xiaoyou upstairs.
"Star, Mengmeng, go to bed early." Gong Xiaoyou takes a few steps and turns his head to ask.
Wait for a person to go, white Mu you comes together to squint an eye to ask: "elder brother, you just come back to make so big battle."
Bai Jingan rubbed her hair until it was messy. He was satisfied and said with a smile, "you, go to bed early."
"Brother, don't you always look like you have the chance to win? How about this time?" Bai Muyou asked him with blinking eyes.
Today is so special. She is very curious. After all, Bai Jingan is the most powerful in Bai Muyou's heart.
Therefore, Bai Jingan said with a smile, "I'm not a fortune teller. How can I guess everything?"
The party in the bar is inevitable, but what happened is mu accidental. He couldn't help laughing when he thought of the stubborn policeman.
"What do you think, brother?"
Bai Jingan shook his head, "I just came back, you have to have class tomorrow, don't say it."
He urged Bai Muyou to leave, and he followed him upstairs.
This night, Bai Jingan's dream even leisurely and the bar happened like a movie in his mind.
The strangest thing is that the little policeman appeared repeatedly in his mind.
Early in the morning because of this dream and wake up, suddenly sitting on the bed, holding the forehead quiet for a long time.
He came down from the bed again and lifted the curtain. It looked a little early in the foggy sky.
Unable to sleep, Bai Jingan took a book from his desk and half lay on the bed, almost waiting for the dawn before he went downstairs.
He was the first one in his family to come down. After a while, Gong Xiaoyou and Bai Mohan came down, and Bai Muyou was the last one.
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"You all got up so early that you didn't call me." Bai Muyou expresses his dissatisfaction and bites hard on the sandwich.
Gong Xiaoyou gave them a bowl of porridge, nodded Bai Muyou's forehead with a smile, and said with a smile, "it's good if you can get up. I don't expect you to get up early."
Bai Muyou wrinkled his nose and bit the sandwich.
After breakfast, Bai Mohan glanced at Bai Jingan on the sofa and suddenly asked, "Jingan, I'm not worried about your studies. It's better to go to work in the company this time?"
This is just a proposal. Bai Mohan knows that her son is very smart and has his own way, but it's a little bad.
I can't make up my mind. I can't figure out what he is going to do.
Company?
Bai Jing'an's eyes crossed a trace of refusal, and looked at Bai Mo Han calmly. He said, "Dad, have you forgotten what I studied in university?"
What did you learn?
Bai Mohan went through it in his mind. He was a little embarrassed. The child was so easy to take care of that He doesn't know what to learn.
A look for help falls on Gong Xiaoyou.
Gong Xiaoyou, who was about to turn on the TV, was suddenly stunned. His eyes flashed. He silently lowered his head and pretended not to see it.
Bai Jingan looked at the helpless amount of help, he this is how much attention?
A ha ha ha laughter, white Mo Han frowned, Mou Guang everywhere looking for the source of sound.However, seeing that it was his baby daughter, he immediately stopped cooking.
"Dad, mom, why did you forget your brother's major? Four years of university are over!"
Couple embarrassed, this is not, the child is too easy to raise, as a result, accidentally, what professional ah, did not care.
This topic can not continue, white Mohan directly asked: "you say what you plan."
"I'm going to be a doctor."
Bai Jingan took a breath and said it directly.
It's not only Bai Mohan who doesn't believe it, but also Gong Xiaoyou and Bai Muyou.
Bai Muyou stared at him and asked, "brother, are you serious?"
Bai Jingan nodded.
Bai Mohan just looked at him for a long time and thought he was going to say something. Unexpectedly, in the end, he turned his eyes and looked at Bai Muyou and said, "hurry to pack up. I'll take you to school by the way."
As soon as the man left, Gong Xiaoyou went up to have a rest, leaving only father and son.
Because he was too familiar with it, Bai Mohan warned, "no matter how you play, the company will give it to you in the end."
The older the child is, the harder it is for you to guess his mind.
"I see, Dad, you can work hard for another few decades." Bai Jingan joked with a smile.
Pick up the key on the table, passing by white ink cold side, and said: "Dad, I'll go first, today the first day of work in the hospital."
"Which hospital?" White Mo Han suddenly asks a way.
"What?" Because of the hurry, Bai Jing'an didn't hear clearly.
See, white ink cold is a way: "I say, which hospital."
"The second provincial hospital," Bai Jingan suddenly laughed, turned his head and said, "don't say you know me when you come. I want to spend some leisure time."
Bai Mohan said with a smile: "go to work quickly. I promise I don't know you, Dr. Bai!"
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