It's hard to be a cat [Entertainment]

"I went to your room last night to help you close the window, guess what I saw?"

Ye Cheng's words made Song Ruoci involuntarily "thump", and the little bun in his hand almost fell to the ground.

What did the god see?

I won't really become fat...

I felt a little dizzy when I took a shower yesterday, but Song Ruoci thought it might be because of a concussion, besides, I haven't had the last vaccine yet...

When I was fat, I hugged, kissed, and slept with Ye Cheng. Although I almost did the whole thing that night, Ye Cheng was drunk that night, and the previous Ye Cheng was sober!

it's over... it's over...

Song Ruoci felt that the sky was about to fall, and the fragrant meat buns were tasteless.

"Senior... what did you see?" He swallowed the steamed stuffed bun with great difficulty, guilty of not daring to meet Ye Cheng's eyes.

"Try to guess??" Ye Cheng folded his hands on his chin emptyly, with a smile on his eyes and eyebrows.

"I..." Song Ruoci was so nervous that he couldn't speak fluently, and began to lose track of the preface, "Well, look, I saw... what?"

Ye Cheng's heart is filled with joy at his full face, pretend, keep pretending, let's see how long you can pretend.

Ye Cheng had already changed out of the clothes he wore for running. He changed into a white shirt, pretending to be a serious senior and a gentle neighbor, and buttoned it up to the top button in a leisurely manner.

Although he really wanted to continue teasing the children, Ye Dageshen still had work today, so he patted Song Ruoci's froze head, "Guess well, if you guess right, you will be rewarded when you come back at night."

reward!

Song Ruoci's eyes lit up immediately, but dimmed quickly after a few moments.

Did he lose his vest... What did Ye Cheng see?Ah, the naked self is still a little liar, cat fat...

Looking at the smiling Ye Cheng, Song Ruoci wanted to cry but had no tears, male god, I am panicked when you are like this...

This mood lasted until Ye Cheng left, and Tang Ruoshi came to exchange flowers after lunch, and he regained his energy a little bit.

"Why are you so listless? Didn't you have a good rest?" Tang Ruoshi brought a few orchids with some snow-white gypsophila today, "Is it because Ye Cheng didn't take good care of you?"

She entrusted her younger brother to Ye Cheng to take care of him, but her younger brother looked...um, his face was clean, his hair was combed meticulously, and there seemed to be oil on the corners of his mouth that hadn't been wiped off.

It still looks good, but the spirit does not look good, like a wilted bean sprouts.

"Sister." Song Ruoci took a deep breath and sat up straight, "Can I ask you a question?"

Tang Ruoshi pinched off the extra leaves on the orchid: "What's the problem? Ask."

"You don't think it's right..." Song Ruoci thought about his words, "What would you do if your cat suddenly turned into a human one day? Would you be frightened? Would you continue to raise this cat? ?”

"Become a human?" Tang Ruoshi pretended to think about it seriously, and spread her hands, "But I don't have a cat."

"Oh!" Song Ruoci became anxious, "Let's assume! Suppose you raise a cat! If he becomes a human, will you still raise him?"

Tang Ruoshi smiled, and put the pruned flowers into the vase, "What's wrong with my brother? You like Ye Cheng so much that you want to become his cat?"

After hearing this, Song Ruoci lowered his head, to tell the truth, I am already his cat...

Until Tang Ruoshi left, Song Ruoci didn't ask why. His sister gagged with him for a long time and didn't answer the question just now, but asked a lot about his feelings for Ye Cheng.

One of the lines made Song Ruoci especially fond of memory.

"If one day, Ye Cheng says he likes you, will you agree without hesitation?"

Song Ruoci thought this was nonsense, did he look like someone who would hesitate in this matter?

But after a while, he really hesitated. It is unscientific that he will turn into a cat. It is only his own speculation that he will turn into a cat when he is vaccinated. If the vaccine is finished and the antibodies are produced, he will still turn into a cat. What about cats?Will Ye Cheng be frightened and really not support him?

Originally, the question he asked Tang Ruoshi was because he was cowardly and wanted to seek some comfort, but Tang Ruoshi didn't tell the reason until the end, which made him feel even more disturbed.

If one day, Ye Cheng said he liked you, would you agree without hesitation?

Song Ruoci buried her face in the quilt and began to doubt herself.

For the first time, he was unhappy because he was fat.

"Ding dong——" a notification sound from Weibo jumped into my ears.

Yecheng Sugar: From [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] p.m., the interview on Qitang Entertainment’s live broadcast platform, Xiaopangpang, remember to watch it on time, be good~【Picture】

The accompanying picture is still Pang Pang and Ye Cheng, but Song Ruoci has never seen this picture before.It should be taken with the mobile phone standing on the table, the angle is unbiased, and half of the furry head in the picture is protruding from the other side of the table, looking like a secret observer.

Song Ruoci remembered that Yecheng had an interview show in City C tonight. It seemed to be an interview about Yecheng's life, and the questions were all voted by fans.

Not long after the Weibo was posted, fans jumped out one after another.

It was my wife's voluntary: Live broadcast ah ah ah!I haven't seen a live husband for a long time!I must watch the live broadcast and watch it every minute and every second!

When will I grow taller: meow meow meow?This interview will be broadcast live so soon, so I look forward to whether my question is selected or not!

Pure Love Lijing Qiao Yunshang: The new fan is a bit unclear, so, who is Pangpang?Is that the orange cat in the picture?

I want a leaf sugar: Yes!Pangpang is my husband's cat!Although in this moment I want to say that's me hhhhhh

Nili Pangpang: I don’t listen, I don’t listen to QAQ!I am fat!I'm that good!

The last comment made Song Ruoci a little unhappy. He logged into Mr. Song's Weibo account where he had been playing for two days, and angrily commented below.

Mr. Song spent two days on Weibo: I am fat! 【angry】

It was already 07:30 in the evening. Open the Qitang live broadcast app, find out the channel of Ye Cheng's live broadcast, Song Ruoci rubbed his hands, and prepared to wait for Ye Cheng to appear on stage at eight o'clock.

Although Ye Cheng didn't come out, the live broadcast had already started, and the host was chatting with the audience watching the live broadcast to warm up the scene.

The host of the live broadcast and Ye Cheng are old friends. His name is Xue Cen. He is a veteran host under Seven Tang Entertainment.

Registration fee twenty: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhI am so anxious!Xue Cen, hurry up and get my husband out!

"Your husband? I didn't steal it." Xue Cen spread his hands to show his innocence, "I'm a little jealous that the screen is full of Ye Cheng's fans. Where have all my fans gone?"

I can't support myself by selling myself: QAQ Uncle Cen Cen, you call our husband out and I am willing to be your fan for a second.

After this barrage was passed, Xue Cen couldn't help laughing, "Hey, I'm only thirty, okay? Shout out to uncle, I'll hide your husband!"

After speaking, he began to direct and act on his own. He made a six in his ear as if making a phone call, "Crooked Yecheng? You don't need to come to tonight's live broadcast."

Next to the live broadcast room, Feiran was doing Ye Cheng's makeup, "Don't look down at your phone, your eyebrows will be crooked if no one sends you a message!"

"How do you know?" Ye Cheng put away his phone, feeling unreasonable and angry.

Fei Ran's gaze lightly drew a line on Ye Cheng's eyebrows, "Do you think I know?"

Guess this sentence, and Ye Cheng suddenly remembered what he said to Song Ruoci before leaving the door in the morning, he said that he would be rewarded if he guessed right.

Ye Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and just rewarded the chubby.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Ye Cheng appeared in the live broadcast room on time, and smiled slightly at the camera.

Ye Cheng's hair was all brushed up, exposing his smooth forehead, and two sword-shaped eyebrows slanted into his temples, making him more handsome.

He was wearing the white shirt that Song Ruoci had seen in the morning, the buttons were neatly fastened to the top one, and there was an exquisite brooch pinned to his chest, which added a bit of solemnity, and the tie came out again , with several cat paws printed on it.

"Oh, what a tie you have." Xue Cen glanced at Ye Cheng's tie and expressed his thoughts, "Cat slave!"

Ye Cheng smiled: "I know you still say it."

After making a joke, Xue Cen cleared his throat and said seriously: "Okay, we only have one hour of live broadcast time, time is precious, don't talk nonsense, everyone is welcome to watch this live broadcast, I am the host Xue Cen."

"Good evening, I'm Ye Cheng."

"How many fans does Ye Geshen have?" Xue Cen asked while holding a reminder board, "Is there a number?"

"Is this question asked by a fan? I don't want to answer it if it's not a fan's question." Ye Cheng replied with a smile, pushing the question back.

"Tsk, can't I be your fan too?" Xue Cen scolded with a smile, "Okay, now let's ask the first question."

"This is a question from a netizen 'I'm Genuine Fatty', asking: Does Ye Geshen really have no girlfriend now? Have you considered looking for it from fans?"

Ye Cheng tapped the table lightly with his fingers, and said with a smile, "Don't you guys know if I have a girlfriend? Huh?"

When he said this, Ye Cheng looked at the camera and deliberately lowered his voice.

The number of bullet screens increased by hundreds of thousands in an instant, and ghost cries and wolf howls flew together with calls to her husband.

"If I had a girlfriend, the fans would probably cry." Ye Cheng smiled and added.

"Then have you considered looking for it from your fans? There are quite a few people who call your husband on your Weibo every day." Xue Cen asked.

"Hmm..." Ye Cheng rested his hands on his cheeks and looked at the camera with a smile, "There is such a plan. I wonder if he is watching the live broadcast?"

The gentle voice was transmitted to the ears through the vast electric current, as if it was only said to one person, Song Ruoci's face flushed a little.

Looking at Ye Cheng on the screen, Song Ruoci's heart was pounding, and suddenly he missed Ye Cheng very much, and wanted him to end the live broadcast and come back soon.

"Du Du——" two times, the little nurse came in to check him, and found that Song Ruoci was watching Ye Cheng's live broadcast, and couldn't help but look at it a few more times, "Is it Ye Geshen's live broadcast?"

"Yes." Song Ruoci stared at the screen engrossed, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

"Take a temperature." The little nurse handed him the thermometer she had swung, and glanced at the screen again.

In the live broadcast room, Xue Cen continued to ask: "Then the next question, this is a question from a netizen 'offensive and defensive delay of two thousand eight'."

"Question: Since Ye Geshen doesn't have a girlfriend, is there anyone he likes now?"

Hearing this question, Song Ruoci's heart throbbed suddenly.