Iceberg actor gave birth to a mink for me

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Di Ying's expression was stiff: "What black shadow?"

"It's too fast, I didn't see it clearly, it passed by in a whizz. It's so fast, it doesn't feel like a dog."

Di Ying stood up and winked at Ling Ji calmly.

Ling Ji also put down the bowl in satisfaction, and looked around for Xiao Ao's trace.

"I see."

Di Ying reversed the camera, and the black cat on the wall was licking its paw with its head down.

"Is this dark enough?"

Di Ying thought to himself, just now I saw you and my son kick each other in the face in 69 styles, just like a yin and yang Taiji diagram.

The yin fish is licking its fur here, where did the yang fish go?

A group of fans were infatuated in the barrage, and Xiao Hongshu also found a new topic.

"It's so cute, is it Brother Di Ying's cat?"

Di Ying: "No, maybe it's a neighbor's cat that comes here often."

>>I'm so envious, I really want to be the neighbor's cat.

>>It must be because the elder brother is caring, and he will come over after feeding him often.

Ling Ji avoids the camera, walks on tiptoe in the yard, softly calling Xiao Ao's name.

Di Ying cooperated with him to turn around, and the editorial team was overjoyed. No program had ever disclosed Di Ying's private residence. I didn't expect him to be so happy today. He took the initiative to show his yard with a 360-degree panorama.

>>My brother's house is so big, and the yard of my brother's house is so beautiful, I can squeeze in my brother's house.

>>Me too, I can crouch in a corner and pretend to be a sad mushroom.

Xiao Hongshu also joked with the direction of the barrage: "I don't ask too much, I just lie on the tallest tree."

The branches trembled, Xiaoao's figure flashed among the leaves.

Di Ying subconsciously pulled the camera to the ground, and new content appeared on the screen.

Xiao Hongshu: "What is that, it looks like a pot? Brother Di Ying is having a picnic?"

Di Ying had no choice but to admit: "I'm cooking mutton."

"Will Brother Di Ying cook by himself?"

"Occasionally."

"I didn't expect such a primitive stove to exist in such a beautiful garden, and suddenly I felt that Brother Diying was down to earth."

The young people were laughing and joking, and they were not as nervous as they were at the beginning.

Someone else commented: "It's really primitive, I've only seen such a stove in the village."

"Could it be that Brother Di Ying built it himself?"

Xiao Hongshu: "Look carefully at the two bowls and chopsticks. Are there any guests at Brother Di Ying's house?"

Di Ying didn't know how his acting skills were, but his eyes were really sharp.

"Yes, I have a friend."

"I really want to know who is so lucky to be able to eat mutton cooked by Brother Di Ying himself."

Ling Ji finally found Xiaoao's trace, approaching little by little.

Di Ying watched his every move nervously. Seeing that Xiao Ao was about to be captured alive, he suddenly jumped on the spot and jumped straight onto Di Ying's face.

Without even thinking about it, Di Ying lifted the phone up into the air, aiming the camera at the safest angle.

The other side of the camera can't feel the situation.

"Brother Di Ying, is this...?"

Di Ying: "Xiao Hongshu, look, this is the sky above my house, how blue it is."

Xiao Hongshu didn't know the situation and laughed dryly: "...Yes, yes, ahahaha."

Ling Ji took the opportunity to come over and snatch Xiao Ao away, and Di Ying hurriedly ended the call.

"That's it, I wish you all the best in the draft."

Several big boys bowed to him politely, but Di Ying's mind was no longer on them.

He hung up the video and walked towards Ling Ji.Seeing that the visitor was not friendly, Xiao Ao cleverly hid behind Ling Ji.

"It's no use hiding behind your mother. I have to teach you a lesson today."

Ling Ji: "Just say a few words, it's still young, it's still a child."

"No, as a father, I must teach it how to be a mink."

Di Ying circled behind Ling Ji, Xiao Ao jumped to the front, Di Ying turned back to the front, Xiao Ao jumped back and played hide-and-seek with Di Ying.

"If you don't believe me, I can't catch you!"

Di Ying stood in front of Ling Ji and wrapped his arms around him, successfully pinning Xiao Ao from behind him.

"caught you."

The person in his arms obviously froze, Di Ying pretended not to notice, and deliberately delayed the action.

"do not move."

Ling Ji was obedient and remained motionless.

Di Ying slowly let go of his left hand, tightened his right hand, and slowly opened his arms, moving the prisoner from behind to in front of him.

He held Xiaoao under his armpit with one hand, and writhed vigorously. It had gotten a little fat recently, and its belly twisted and bulged.

Di Ying: "I heard you are still a child?"

"Squeak."

The small concave twisted, twisted.

Di Ying: "Then we must not let it go."

"Squeak squeak!"

Xiao Ao twisted wildly, trying to break free from the claws.

Ling Ji couldn't stand it anymore, and took the initiative to come out to save the situation.

"Don't scare the child, it's still young."

"If you weren't beaten by your own father when you were young, you will be beaten by your godfather when you grow up."

"Don't make trouble." Ling Ji stretched out his hand to save him, but when he was half saved, he rushed over and hugged Di Ying tightly.

Xiao Ao was caught between the two of them, and Di Ying was dazed by the sudden embrace.

"How do you..."

"What's the matter, I didn't say anything when I came out of the mountain. If I hadn't met Sister Jing today, I wouldn't have known you were back home."

The voice of his good friend Fei Zhipian came from the room, and stopped abruptly when he stepped into the garden for the first time.

A good brother who has not been close to women for many years—nor close to men, was bumped into by him to have a private meeting at home.

The object of the private meeting turned his back to him, hiding tightly in his brother's arms.

And his brother clasped the back of the opponent's head with one hand, further buried his head in his chest, even if an outsider came, the two did not separate, obviously trying to hide their identities.

Fei Zhipian: "...Did I come at the wrong time?"

Di Ying didn't care about counting the heartbeats of the person in his arms, he just felt that it was a little fast.

He smiled at his friend: "Not only did you come at the wrong time, but you also came too familiar. The doorbell outside is not a decoration."

"That being said, every time I ring the doorbell, you dislike me, and I have to trouble you to open the door for me. Isn't that why you gave me the door code?"

Di Ying lowered her head: "He is my good friend, and his personality is not bad, can you trust me?"

The person in his arms looked up at him, judging the credibility of this sentence, and lowered his eyes to hint at the dimple that was sandwiched into sandwich stuffing.

The corners of Di Ying's eyes flicked back, and the two quickly completed a series of exchanges through a few silent eyes.

Of course Fei Zhipian couldn't understand the tacit understanding between the two of them, she raised her hand to cover her eyes but revealed a gap, curious and restrained.

"If it's inconvenient, I can go first."

Having said that, he remained motionless as if roots had grown under his feet.

Di Ying let go of his hand slowly, and Ling Ji turned around at the same slow speed, blocking Xiao Ao behind him.

Fei Zhipian lowered her hand in surprise: "...Teacher Ling Ji?"

Di Ying: "Let me introduce, Fei Zhipian, an outstanding young producer who has made great contributions to the domestic film industry, died at the age of 29."

Fei Zhipian:? ? ?

"I turned thirty last month! You don't even remember my birthday!"

After Fei Zhipian reprimanded Di Ying, a smile instantly appeared on his face: "Mr. Ling Ji, it's a pleasure to meet you. I didn't expect to meet you under such circumstances."

Ling Ji expressionless: "Hi, I'm sorry to meet you in the last days of your life."

Fei Zhipian:? ? ? ? ?

"Teacher Ling Ji, do you always speak in this style, or did you learn from this fellow?"

Who is not good to be with, with Di Ying?

What's wrong with imitating him, imitating a poisonous tongue?

Fei Zhipian was even more heartbroken than seeing the white paper stained with ink spots.

Ling Ji put his hands behind his back, Di Ying stuffed Xiao Ao into his hands, and the two completed a handover calmly.

Di Ying came out from behind him with empty hands: "Speak up, choose an auspicious time to silence."

Fei Zhipian was stunned for a while, and finally struggled to look at the mutton in the pot, and swallowed sadly: "Then I will choose to die before I die!"

"Okay." Di Ying graciously agreed, and motioned to Ling Ji, "Honey, go and get my bottle of red wine from my collection, I have to eat something hearty when I die."

Fei Zhipian watched Ling Ji leave with dumbstruck eyes. If the atmospheric pressure was not strong enough, his eye sockets might not be able to retain his eyeballs.

After Ling Ji completely disappeared from sight, Fei Zhipian finally couldn't bear to kill Di Ying.

"I didn't notice it at all. When did it happen?"

Di Ying recalled it for a while and said a date.

"Ten months ago? Wasn't that the day Teacher Ling Ji signed Di's contract?" Fei Zhipian's jaw dropped in shock, "Rabbits don't even eat the grass around their nests, you just pick grass around their nests!"

"You'd better say nouns." Di Ying narrowed her eyes and warned.

"My God," Fei Zhipian said, "Does your manager know? Does Sister Lu know?"

"Counting the driver, nanny, assistant... You can barely count among the top ten insiders."

Fei Zhipian was not only shocked, but also hit: "They all agreed?"

"Sister Lu is already giving Ling Ji red envelopes."

"My God," Fei Zhipian sighed again, "As expected of Teacher Ling Ji, if it were my mother, she would agree."

"Auntie is so open-minded, as long as she is not with you, she will bless whoever I am with."

No matter how Fei Zhipian thought about it, the whole thing seemed bizarre.

"But after that, didn't you join the group?"

"Don't you know there is a kind of love relationship called long-distance love?"

"You said that there is no signal in the mountains, and you haven't sent me a message for ten months. I want to know how you two fell in love. Are you in love telepathically?"

"Whether there is a signal depends on who is receiving the signal. Some base stations have poor signal. If you want to say 'Happy Birthday', you can't receive it. What can I do?"

Fei Zhipian saw him through: "You stinky Didi who values ​​sex and despises friends!"

Di Ying responded with an eye for an eye: "You Zhipian who is dying soon."

When Ling Ji came back, he lacked a ferret and had an extra bottle of red wine.

"Is this the bottle?"

The two exchanged a tacit look.

"That's right, it's this bottle of [-] Lafite, which I specially treasure for use on such occasions."

Fei Zhipian saw it in his eyes, and felt pain in his heart: "I have always believed that I am your best brother, but the big event in life, such as brother love, has not been told to me for almost a year."

"Not only that, the moment you two looked into each other's eyes, I knew I couldn't fit into your life anymore."

Di Ying started to open the red wine: "You jump into the coals and burn them to ashes. You can melt them however you want. There are gaps for you to sit in."

"Ah!" Fei Zhipian screamed, instead of jumping into the pot, he jumped into the grass.

He picked up half of the remains of the specimen: "Snake head! Why is the snake head missing?"

Ling Ji: "...I'm sorry, I cut it off, it's too realistic and easy to misunderstand."

Fei Zhipian's eyes lingered on Ling Ji and the half snake several times, and swallowed the words "this snake is really precious" and "this snake is not only precious but also very expensive".

"Mr. Ling Ji chopped it well. Confucius said, 'A tyrannical government is fiercer than a tiger'. Who knows that the poison of Fu is like a snake..."

"Teacher Ling Ji is good at swordsmanship. Look at how smooth the incision is. A deep knife and a shallow knife are not called beheading; look at how precise the position is. One inch more or one inch less is not called seven inches..."

Di Ying gloated: "Stop mourning your snake, come over to drink. Next time, change to another one, remember to change it to something delicious."

Turning his head and explaining to Ling Ji: "Be considerate, he is prone to language dysfunction when he is stimulated."

Feizhi Pian turned grief into drinking, and drank the wine from afternoon to night.

As the sun went down, Fei Zhipian, who could not speak clearly, clamored to renew the stall, and Di Ying took out the remaining mutton, skewered it and grilled it on the stove.

The aroma of barbecue was wafting all around, and Xiao Ao also sneaked out to eat skewers under the cover of the moonlight.

Fei Zhipian rubbed her eyes and said in surprise, "Di Ying, why do you have a rabbit at home?"

Di Ying's face was not flushed, and his heart was not beating. He fed Xiaoao meat paste in front of him: "You read it wrong, it's not a rabbit, it's my son."

Ling Ji was nervous: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Di Ying didn't take it seriously: "Look at him being so drunk, I'm sure he won't be able to remember anything when he wakes up tomorrow morning."

Fei Zhipian looked carefully: "It's really your son, who looks exactly like you."

"Hearing it from someone who's drunk somehow makes it less absurd."

After a meal of wine until midnight, Fei Zhipian stood up and staggered, possibly falling into the stove at any time.

"I, I'm going, going home..."

Ling Ji didn't think he had the ability to go home alone.

"Is someone coming to pick you up?"

Fei Zhipian didn't know what he heard, and waved his hands: "Stay overnight? No, no... There is not even a single guest or guest room here..."

Di Ying also drank quite a bit, and answered in a daze: "It's just to prevent you...such a person from staying..."

"mean……"

Fei Zhipian staggered into the room, Ling Ji followed behind to prevent him from accidents.

After walking into the living room, the producer, who simply said he was going home, fell headlong on the sofa and didn't show any sign of getting up again.

Ling Ji: "..."

He could only let the big Buddha go, and when he returned to the garden, Di Ying and Xiao Ao had disappeared.

Ling Ji searched everywhere, and finally found the father and son in the nursery.

Xiao Ao fell asleep holding the bottle, her belly stretched like a ball.

Di Ying was lying beside the crib, half awake, half asleep, when he heard footsteps, he insisted on sitting up.

"Listen," he patted Xiaoao's belly, the round belly trembled with his palms, "you can hear the sound of water."

"..." Ling Ji clasped his hand, "Are you picking watermelons? What if you wake up?"

Ling Ji took away the milk bottle and covered the blanket, while Di Ying was still dazed aside, Ling Ji dragged him away.

Di Ying was so drunk that half of his body was pressed on top of him. This scene seemed familiar.

"Aberts's...Evil Buddha Song..."

"Lift your feet."

Helplessly looking at the occupied sofa, Ling Ji dragged Di Ying upstairs to his own bedroom with difficulty.

There was only one big bed in the bedroom, and Ling Ji didn't have the energy to think about such complicated philosophical issues as where he slept here and where he slept.

The moment Di Ying was thrown onto the bed, he grabbed Ling Ji's wrist and called his name inarticulately: "Xiao Jizi..."

Ling Ji's breath stagnates: "What did you call me?"

Di Ying was chanting words, Ling Ji leaned over to his mouth, trying to make out those vague words.

The clasped wrist was jerked violently, causing Ling Ji's eyes to spin, and when he stopped, Di Ying's face with drunken eyes was in front of him.

Another familiar scene.

A lot of syllables with unclear meanings, and finally extracted a sentence that humans can understand.

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight... why don't we...have a second child?"