The daily life of the film emperor raising cubs

"elder brother?"

The old man was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that Song Yu was calling, so his brother was the beast.

"Have you found your brother?" he asked.

Song Yu sat cross-legged on the sofa, with a serious face: "I found it. But my brother can't remember many things. If I think about them, I will have a headache."

The old man really didn't know what happened to Song Tang just by listening to his description.

He thought for a while: "Well, let's take your brother here when you have time. Just in time, I'll give you another check to see if you've grown up."

"it is good."

After the two made an appointment, Song Yu hung up the phone.

In the kitchen, Ling Jing was calling him: "Yuyu, do you want to eat braised pork?"

Song Yu threw the phone aside, rushed over like a small cannonball, and stuck to Ling Jing's body: "I want to eat!"

Ling Jing supported him with one hand, and boiled water with the other, with a smile on his lips: "Hey, go back and play some games, I'll call you when I'm done."

Song Yu pressed her small face against his back, rubbed it vigorously, and said stickily, "I don't want to play games, so I'll just watch you cook here, okay?"

A look of helplessness flashed across Ling Jing's eyes: "That's good, but you have to be obedient and don't delay me making you delicious food."

During the time when Song Yu was recording the show and was not at home, Ling Jing also taught himself a lot of cooking, waiting to be fed to him.

"Ling Jing, you smell good." Song Yu sniffed and sniffed at him.

Ling Jing couldn't laugh or cry: "Don't smell it, I haven't showered yet, so where can I smell good?"

"It just smells good." Song Yu affirmed.

He has always felt a cold fragrance on Ling Jing's body, like snow-capped pines and cypresses, clear and intoxicating.

When the meal was almost ready, there was a knock on the door.

Ling Jingteng refused to open his hands, so he sent Song Yu to do so.The door opened, and it was Qin Yan and Song Tang who came back from the hospital.

"Brother, does your waist still hurt?" Song Yu immediately asked with concern when he saw him come back.

Song Tang shook his head: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

His healing ability is still good. Although it hurt when he was first sprained, he is almost healed now.

Qin Yan stood beside Song Tang, carrying several lunch boxes in his hands.

"Tangtang, I'll go in and put these things down first." As he said that, he bypassed the two of them and went to put the lunch boxes.

Song Yu looked at it strangely: "What is Xianjun carrying?"

"Food." Song Tang took his younger brother's little hand and brought it into the house: "When I came back just now, I passed a delicious restaurant, so I went in and packed a few dishes, and brought them back for you to eat."

Hearing this, Song Yu's eyes turned into beautiful crescent moons: "Thank you brother."

After Qin Yan arranged the lunch boxes, he went directly to the kitchen to help.

Soon, the dishes made by Ling Jing and those brought back by Qin Yan were all piled up on the table.

And there was soft-shelled turtle soup on the table. Song Yu liked it very much. He even drank two small bowls and ate a few pieces of meat.

Ling Jing didn't recognize this dish at first, but seeing that he liked it, he took a look.

"Qin Yan, this is... soft-shelled turtle soup?" After recognizing it, Ling Jing suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Qin Yan said "Yes", and replied, "Tangtang likes to eat."

Ling Jing: "..."

Ling Jing noticed that Qin Yan was quietly eating various dishes such as bullwhip that could be called kidney tonic.

The corner of his mouth twitched, he turned his head, and coaxed the soup from Song Yu's hand: "Hey, eat something else."

"I've been busy for a long time to cook the braised pork for you, let's eat some more."

Song Yu didn't know why the dishes were changed, but since he ate almost the same amount of soft-shelled turtles, he didn't have any objections.

After eating and drinking enough, Song Yu rubbed her stomach, and comfortably nestled on the sofa with her brother to watch the replay of the show.

"Yuyu, many people are praising you." Song Tang pointed at the video barrage and said to him.

Song Yu was also very happy. After watching the video, he clicked on the large Weibo: "Brother, I have a lot of fans!"

Song Tang glanced at it: "20."

"Yes, originally the number of fans was only in single digits, but now it increases a lot every day."

Song Tang looked at the bottom of his Weibo, where all kinds of rainbow farts were piled up under the dynamics he posted, and he felt a little itchy.

"Yuyu, I want to play too."

Song Yu nodded: "Okay, I'll register for you."

The two were busy, and Song Tang pointed to his Weibo and frowned: "I don't have fans."

Song Yu followed his brother, and then taught him: "Brother, I will take a photo for you, and then you send it out, and someone will see it."

Song Tang is good-looking, and when taking pictures, he was lucky not to ask Yuyu to take pictures of him, but chose to take selfies.

After taking a selfie, post it on Weibo.

Song Yu reposted and commented in a row: "My brother is so beautiful!"

When his fans saw the photo, they praised him enthusiastically: "It looks good! It looks like Yuyu."

Especially Song Yu's Yan Fan, who immediately paid attention to this brother.

Song Tang watched the fans keep +1+1, squinting his eyes contentedly.

The two played for a while before they were escorted away by Ling Jing and Qin Yan who finished washing the dishes and tidying up the dining table and kitchen.

Song Tang originally wanted to live here, but someone came to Qin Yan's house. I heard that it was his cousin who was beaten for some reason.

After Song Yu found out, she was quite obedient and didn't cling to her brother and insisted on letting him stay.

However, before leaving, the two of them bit their ears, not knowing what to say.

into the night.

Ling Jing was busy with business for a while, took a shower and went to bed.

Song Yu was wearing his shirt right now, and was already lying in bed waiting for him.

Seeing him coming, the little guy called softly: "Ling Jing, I seem to be a little hot."

Ling Jing looked at the temperature of the air conditioner and turned it down again. Then he came up and hugged him in his arms: "Okay, it won't be hot in a while."

Song Yu knew that he had lowered the temperature in the room, but it still felt hot.

The heat didn't seem to be the temperature outside, but the heat from his body.

He raised his red face, his eyes were wet, and asked: "I want to kiss."

Ling Jing bowed his head and kissed him on the forehead.

Unsatisfied, Song Yu stretched out his hand, put his arms around him, and put his lips on him.

Ling Jing took a heavy breath, barely maintained clarity in his mind, and gave him the kiss he wanted.

When they parted, Song Yu forgot to take a breath again, and her little face flushed red.

Ling Jing chuckled: "Why can't you learn to breathe when kissing?"

Song Yu buried his head in the socket of his neck, gasped for breath and did not speak.

Ling Jing patted him on the back, slowed down his voice and coaxed him a few words, and finally said softly: "Yuyu, close your eyes, it's time for us to sleep."

Song Yu hummed, his voice was sticky and excruciating.

Ling Jing had been suffering from pain for a long time, but he still kept in mind that Song Yu would not be an adult for more than a month, so he never crossed the threshold.

"Hey, let's close our eyes and sleep..." He coaxed over and over again, his voice hoarse, and there was a desire in his eyes that he was trying to suppress.

Song Yu did fall asleep for a while after being coaxed.

However, in the middle of the night.

Just after taking a cold shower, Ling Jing calmed down and was agitated. After closing his eyes for a long time, Ling Jing was awakened again by the rustling in his arms.

He opened his eyes and reached out to touch the typhoon: "Yuyu?"

Song Yu was arched in his arms, and when he heard his voice, she immediately cried out in a small voice, aggrieved, "Ling Jing, I feel so bad."

Ling Jing instantly woke up.

He lowered his head and saw the little guy in his arms with a blushing face and hot body, rubbing against him——

Ling Jing closed his eyes, regretting why he didn't find out in advance tonight that what he was drinking was soft-shelled turtle soup.

Now, here comes the effect.

It was the first time that Song Yu's body had such a strange reaction.

He didn't understand why it happened like this, he just hugged Ling Jing intuitively and subconsciously relied on Ling Jing.

"Yuyu, don't cry."

Ling Jing knew that those two bowls of soft-shelled turtle soup and soft-shelled turtle meat were not something that could be solved by just holding back.

Besides, the little guy is still young, if something happens if he is held back, it will be difficult to handle in the future.

Thinking of this, he raised the little guy's red face, kissed it comfortingly, and at the same time, personally helped him eliminate the fear of being overwhelmed when he faced this kind of thing for the first time.

I do not know how long it has been.

The temperature in the room, even with the air conditioner turned down, was still scorching hot.

"Ling Jing, Ling Jing..."

Song Yu had never experienced such a thing before, he was so stimulated that his whole body trembled, he kept murmuring Ling Jing's name, and his little hands hugged him tightly.

"Hey, I'm here." A hoarse voice kept responding to him.

Ling Jing's body was also drenched with sweat, and he fiddled with it hard and sometimes lightly, forcing the boy in his arms to spit out small and horrible murmurs that almost drove him crazy.

After fighting several times, Song Yu finally fell asleep in his arms exhaustedly.

Ling Jing didn't dare to move, for fear of waking him up again.

But their hands were sticky and wet, and both of them were sweating a lot, so it must be uncomfortable to sleep like this.

After waiting for a while, after confirming that everyone in his arms was sleeping soundly and snoring, Ling Jing gently lifted the quilt and went to the bathroom to solve his own problems.

A cold shower will not relieve the burning heat of the skin at all.

He stood under the shower, leaning back slightly against the wall.The face was so handsome that it seemed that every part of it had been carefully carved, and the eyes were tightly closed.

There was the sound of water.

Ling Jing closed his eyes, imagining his Yuyu crying in his mind, breathing more and more heavily.

The noise from the bathroom lasted for a long time before finally stopping.

Ling Jing came out, took a wet towel that had been wet with warm water, wiped the little guy's body briefly, carried him to a dry place on the other side, and fell asleep again.

This sleep, did not sleep for too long.

There was too much torment at night, so, at dawn the next day, although Ling Jing woke up following the biological clock in his body, he was not in a good spirit.

He took out his mobile phone and sent a message directly to his assistant: "I am working remotely today, if there is something urgent to deal with, just send it to me."

After the message was sent, Ling Jing hugged the little guy in his arms and closed his eyes again.

I guess I fell asleep for a while.

Ling Jing was awakened abruptly by a kiss, his face was wet and numb, when he opened his eyes, he saw the little guy who was full of sleep, pecking at his face like a chicken pecking at rice.

Seeing him wake up, Song Yu lay on top of him, and said in a small voice, "Ling Jing, good morning."

Ling Jing turned over and pushed him aside, his voice was low and hoarse as usual in the early morning: "Morning."

Song Yu was still in a good mood when he was removed from his body.

He hugged Ling Jing's arm, put his small face on it, and spoke surprisingly early in the morning——

"Ling Jing, I felt so comfortable last night."

He was like a child who suddenly ate candy, proudly showing off the taste of candy.

Ling Jing originally thought that if he could forget what happened last night, it was all a dream.

But now it seems that the little guy has a pretty good memory.

The author has something to say: Come on.

Take a sip of fish soup.

Eat fish later, don’t worry _(:з」∠)_

Chimi.

大概还有一更。感谢在2020-06-2015:59:05~2020-06-2021:31:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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