The daily life of the film emperor raising cubs

Seeing Ling Jing smiled a little, Song Yu let out a long sigh of relief.

When he got home, Ling Jing went to the kitchen to cook and put him directly in the living room.

"Watch TV here for a while, and then come to eat after watching."

Song Yu nodded obediently, but after watching for a while, she still couldn't hold back, and ran into the bedroom and turned into a human form again. For convenience, she put on Ling Jing's top.

After getting dressed, he took out his new phone, excitedly intending to see if there were any comments on Weibo.

But once opened——

Comments 10.

"Where are the black fans? Deliberately posting ugly photos of my brother?"

"Take my husband away, black fans won't make an appointment!"

"My husband Shengshi Meiyan, where did you find the ugly picture?"

Not only the comments were turned into black fans, but even in the private messages, someone asked him to delete the pictures.

Song Yu was dumbfounded.

He opened a blogger he specially followed, who was also a fan of Ling Jing, and posted a lot of pictures of Ling Jing on Weibo.

And under those photos, they all praised the bloggers for taking great pictures, and then praised Ling Jing for being beautiful.

Looking at the photos I posted, they are all bad words.

This stark contrast made Song Yu stunned, leaving nothing but grievances.

Obviously they all posted good-looking photos of Ling Jing, so why should others be praised, but he didn't.

Song Yu, who was wronged and broken, clutched his mobile phone and read Weibo for a long time, his little head was full of puzzles.

Ling Jing prepared the meal in the kitchen and brought it out, and stood in front of the dining table and called him, "Yuyu, come and eat."

After calling several times, Song Yu finally responded.

He walked to the dining table with his little head down, and without saying a word, he started to eat slowly, holding his special small bowl with cat paw prints.

Ling Jing frowned: "What's wrong? Isn't it delicious?"

"Delicious." Song Yu's face was almost buried in the bowl, and she replied without raising her head.

Ling Jing frowned even more, he stretched out his hand, pulled the little guy directly from the chair, and lifted his little face.

At first glance, the eye circles are red.

"Yuyu, when you came back just now, you told me to be obedient." Ling Jing said in a deep voice, "Now I ask you why you are unhappy, do you want to obediently tell me the reason?"

Song Yu nodded his head.

Under Ling Jing's gaze, he took out his mobile phone, turned to his own Weibo, and complained wrongly: "Other people post your photos, and they all praise you. When I post your photos, they don't praise me. Say I'm a black fan."

Hearing this, Ling Jing immediately stood by his side and condemned: "It's their fault, talking nonsense. I know, Yuyu is not black—"

Before he finished speaking, Ling Jing saw those two photos.

Then the words "not black powder" stuck in his throat, and he couldn't squeeze it out.

He carefully looked at the two surprisingly ugly photos, his eyes were full of complexity.

"Yuyu, do these two photos look good?"

"It's beautiful!" Song Yu replied without any hesitation. He clenched his fists and said in an aggrieved voice, "This is the best picture I've taken, but they all say it's ugly, nonsense!"

Ling Jing: "..."

Ling Jing wondered for the first time, what kind of image is he in the eyes of the little guy?

After filing the complaint, Song Yu pointed to the photo and asked the owner, "Ling Jing, do you think my photo looks good?"

Ling Jing's throat rolled, and finally, he raised his hand and rubbed his temples, compromised: "It's very beautiful."

Song Yu, who was recognized, finally lit up in her beautiful amber pupils.

He didn't even care about eating, so he climbed onto Ling Jing's lap and sat down, and then showed him more photos saved on his phone as if offering treasure.

Every time I read a picture, I have to ask: "Is this picture good?"

"nice."

Turn over another sheet: "This one."

"nice."

After reading all the ugly photos, for the first time in his life, Ling Jing had deep doubts about his own appearance.

The photos didn't get compliments from fans on Weibo, but they did get compliments from Ling Jing. Song Yu's little heart, which had been hit by the blow, instantly recovered.

His eyes were bent into beautiful crescents: "Ling Jing, then I will post it next time, will they praise me?"

Ling Jing thought in his heart, if such a photo is sent out, the little guy might still be attacked as a black fan.

"Yuyu, I'll take a few pictures myself, and then you send them out, they will definitely praise you."

Ling Jing saw that the little guy wanted to play, but according to his method, he was afraid that if he posted photos like that again, sooner or later his fans would scold him to tears, so he decided to do it himself.

Song Yu raised her face, puzzled: "I have photos, I took a lot of them, enough to post."

"Hey, your photos are so beautiful. I don't want to show those photos to others. I want to keep them for ourselves to see, okay?" Ling Jing coaxed him in a low and pleasant voice.

Song Yu was dizzy from being coaxed by him, so he handed out his phone and asked him to take pictures by himself.

After Ling Jing took it, he just patted it briefly, but it was obvious that his appearance was instantly online.

After the photo was taken, Ling Jing returned the phone to him, not forgetting to tell him: "Next time if you want to post a photo, just post it to me."

Song Yu nodded obediently, feeling elated.

After deleting the previous Weibo post, Song Yu obediently decided to keep all the photos he took and keep them for others to see!

As for Ling Jing's photo, he edited it and re-sent it.

The accompanying text has not changed, it still declares sovereignty: "This is my Ling Jing!"

Photo: Ling Jing Selfie X3.

After posting Weibo this time, there was movement within a short meeting.

Those Ling Jing fans who regarded him as a black fan and secretly poked and followed his news, swiped his new post, and were about to continue attacking, but when they saw the photo——

"Hey, the photo of my brother posted this time is quite nice."

"I think it's pretty good, but I'm a little puzzled. Which drama is this still from my brother? Can the blogger please take care of it? I want to go to Kangkang!"

"Wow! I didn't save these photos of my husband! I immediately saved them and set them as screensavers! Thank you blogger for sharing."

The comments were all positive, and Song Yu had been waiting for Kua Kua, and this time he got what he wanted.

Holding his mobile phone in his hand, he fell in love with surfing the Internet again!Looking at these strange netizens, I feel that their words are really nice, and their compliments are also very cute.

However, he just loves to call names indiscriminately.

Song Yu tried her best to type in pinyin, and replied to the netizen with the name "Did you sleep until Ling Jing today?": "You can't sleep with Ling Jing, he only sleeps with me."

Then he replied to the favorite netizen named Ling Jing's husband: "Ling Jing is not your husband, he is my husband."

There was also the one who said, "If I don't marry Ling Jing, I will be single for the rest of my life." She also replied: "Being single for a lifetime will be very lonely. You should find a husband who loves you."

The one who replied was devoted, but the phone was taken away by Ling Jing.

"Eat, I'll play with you after dinner." Ling Jing squinted his eyes, took off his phone, and carried him back to the chair.

Song Yu lowered his head to look at the rice, probably because his mood improved and his appetite returned.

After a meal, he slid to Ling Jing's side, sticky and wanted to play with his phone again.

Ling Jing didn't want him to check Weibo all the time, lest he get any bad news.

For example, the bloggers who sold movies that I once received sold all the resources to him...

"Yuyu, I've been playing on my phone for a long time today, it's time to study."

Since the little guy turned into a human, Ling Jing also immediately arranged homework for him, so that he can better integrate into this new world that is still a little strange to him.

When Song Yu, a primary school slag, heard about learning, her tender face wrinkled, and her whole body was full of resistance: "I learned it yesterday, why do I have to learn it today?"

Ling Jing didn't even raise his eyelids: "You ate yesterday, why do you want to eat today?"

Song Yu plausibly said: "Because if you don't eat, you will be hungry."

Ling Jing prepared things for him to use, and imitated his tone: "If you don't study, I won't be happy either."

Song Yu: "..."

Song Yu's choked face was stunned, but Ling Jing finally carried her to sit at the desk and started the daily study plan.

After studying for three hours in total, Song Yu fumbled for two hours in a daze. It was not until Ling Jing's face turned dark that he shook his mushy head and tried his best to read the textbook Ling Jing bought for him.

After studying, it was night.

After putting him to sleep as usual, Ling Jing went to the guest bedroom, but this time he went in and locked the door on purpose.In case some guy came to climb the bed again.

The next day.

When Ling Jing woke up, he finally didn't see the snoring little guy on the bed, but when he opened the door, he was stunned.

Song Yu hugged the quilt and slept at the door of the guest bedroom. Her small body, which was always swaying, curled up as if afraid of the cold, and her little snoring was not as stable as before.

Ling Jing gasped for breath, quickly picked him up, and hurried back to the bedroom.

He reached out and touched Song Yu's forehead, but fortunately, there was no fever.

"Yuyu."

With a bit of sternness in his tone, he called the little guy who was still awake.

Song Yu rubbed his eyes and stayed on the bed in a daze: "No, I won't get up."

With a cold face, Ling Jing took a wet towel to wake him up.

"Why do you sleep in front of the guest bedroom?" His eyes were full of anger: "Do you know that you will catch a cold? Do you want to get sick?"

Ling Jing's pressing question made Song Yu, who had just woken up, flicker of surprise in her beautiful amber pupils.

Looking at Ling Jing's cold expression, he felt a little helpless: "I woke up at night and wanted to find you, but the door was locked."

"I can't get in... I can only sleep outside."

He spoke more and more quietly, and at the end, there was a little sadness in his small voice: "You secretly went to sleep in the guest bedroom the day before yesterday, and you went yesterday, don't you want to hug me to sleep?"

That is to say, he was aware of this, so last night at the door of the guest bedroom, at the door locked by Ling Jing, he stood with his head down for a long time, and finally fell asleep on the ground hugging the quilt.

Ling Jing didn't want to hug him to sleep.

But he wanted to get closer to Ling Jing.

After listening to what the little guy said, Ling Jing's anger dissipated completely.

His eyes darkened, and he wrapped the quilt in front of this handsome young man who made his heart flutter every time he looked at it a few more times, and touched his forehead with his thin lips.

Drop a restrained and forbearing kiss.

"Sorry, it is my fault."

His voice became hoarse, and he apologized to his little boy: "I shouldn't have gone to sleep in the guest bedroom alone without telling you at night."

"I shouldn't have thought that Yuyu would be sad if she woke up and couldn't see me."

He took the little boy into his arms and promised him: "I promise from now on, I will sleep with Yuyu in my arms every day, okay?"

Song Yu, who had slept all night at the door, buried her little head in his arms and rubbed it sticky, the uneasiness hidden in her heart was all soothed by Ling Jing.

"Okay." He said softly.

The author has something to say: Ling Jing is gentle!

Chumi——

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爱你们么么感谢在2020-06-1012:59:02~2020-06-1018:49:08期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 small fruit;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Yixing, Tucson Congee?, Christian, 42857122, this is the name, one grapefruit beauty;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：胤雨49瓶；3676706126瓶；小魂淡14瓶；搂哥哥的腰10瓶；胖ET愛eating、闻声不语5瓶；星空2瓶；咔叽吧唧、不知道、阿凝1瓶；

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