Iceberg actor gave birth to a mink for me

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Di Ying's first natural action when he woke up was to rub his head. He was so hangover and had a terrible headache. He didn't know that he thought he had been violently hit on the head.

He rubbed his head and got out of bed, put on his slippers, and walked into the bathroom, all movements were smooth and natural.It wasn't until the moment he saw the mirror that he woke up impressively, stepped out of the bathroom, and confirmed that he was sleeping on his own bed last night.

He returned to the bathroom in a daze, staring at the sexy man with messy hair and still looking handsome in the mirror.

There was a faint redness and swelling on the forehead of the sexy man. Looking carefully, it seemed that someone had indeed been beaten.

There was hangover soup on the dining table downstairs. For so many years, Di Ying would wake up alone whenever he was at home. The first time he woke up from a hangover, there was hangover soup waiting for him, and he was a little moved.

"Ah, is this the warmth of having a home?"

With one hand, he overtook another car in a curve behind him, took away the hangover soup in front of him, and drank it down in one gulp.

With a haggard face, Fei Zhipian let out a contented sigh: "Happiness, happiness."

In the next second, someone picked it up by the collar: "Spit out my happiness!"

Probably because of the hangover that slowed down the reaction speed, Fei Zhipian belatedly covered her mouth, showing a serious expression of wanting to vomit.

"Yes, poisonous..."

Ling Ji came out of the kitchen with another bowl in his hand: "That one failed, it's going to be thrown away, try this."

The unlucky Fei Zhipian was thrown aside, and Di Ying proudly took the still steaming hangover soup from Ling Ji, and blew on it in front of him.

"See the water vapor? This is the warmth of home."

Fei Zhipian was dejected: "Teacher Ling Ji, I'm biased."

The soup was hot, and Di Ying couldn't sip it like Fei Zhipian, which gave him more time to savor.

Ling Ji watched him finish his drink: "How is it?"

"How should I put it?" Di Ying wiped his mouth calmly, "Failure is the mother of success, but there may not be only one fucking success."

Fei Zhipian turned from sadness to joy, and laughed out loud, "Teacher Ling Ji, treat everyone equally."

Di Ying was too lazy to argue with the goose: he pointed to his flushed forehead: "Mr. Ling Ji, I'm broken again. Do you remember what happened to me last night?"

Ling Ji didn't change his face: "You are walking unsteadily and hit the wall."

Di Ying suddenly said, "So that's the case, I thought I was beaten."

Fei Zhipian heard the words and leaned over to take a closer look: "But it looks like someone beat you?"

Di Ying thought he smelled of alcohol, so he pushed him away: "Teacher Ling Ji said that the wall did it, so it was the wall that did it first."

"By the way," Fei Zhipian recalled some unformed fragments, "Why do I vaguely remember that after drinking last night, I seemed to see your son?"

Ling Ji subconsciously leaned forward, his muscles tensed: "Impossible, you are drunk."

"Ah?" Fei Zhipian was not particularly clear-headed, and couldn't figure out why Teacher Ling Ji was the first to deny it.

"You drank too much last night." Di Ying did not change his face when he lied, "Holding half of the snake and insisting that it is my son, and you still want to recognize it as a godfather."

"Recognize your son as a godfather? I'm drunk and not stupid." Fei Zhipian scratched his head in confusion, "But I clearly remember it's a white one..."

"Don't you think this description doesn't sound like a human being?"

"That's right, it seems that I really drank too much."

A white shadow flashed past his eyes.

Fei Zhipian looked dull: "...I'm still drunk?"

Di Ying immediately stood up and stood in front of him.

If Fei Zhipian probed to the left, he would move to the left; if Fei Zhipian probed to the right, he would move to the right.

"No," Fei Zhipian recalled, "What is hidden in your house? You must be hiding something from me!"

Di Ying controlled his head, not allowing him to look around: "So why did you come to my house?"

Fei Zhipian's attention was successfully diverted, and he slapped his thigh: "I'm here to give you a notebook!"

"Where's the book?" Di Ying took the opportunity to wink at Ling Ji, and pushed Fei Zhipian into the living room, and behind him came the sound of pots, pans, and pans jingling to the ground.

"What's happening?" Fei Zhipian looked back, but Di Ying forced her head back again.

"Leave it alone."

"Teacher Ling Ji seems to be dismantling the kitchen?"

"Let him go, I don't want that broken kitchen for a long time."

There are several printed scripts scattered on the coffee table in the living room.

"This is the notebook I collected while you were practicing in the mountains. Let's see if you are interested."

Di Ying casually flipped through it, only seeing the synopsis and the name of the screenwriter.

"The outline doesn't seem to be anything new. Why don't those great screenwriters write any more?"

"The status of screenwriters is low now, and those with a bit of talent go to write online articles, who is so useless."

"Let's put it aside, I'll look through it when I'm bored."

"You kid has already lived in Wenrou Township, how can you be bored?"

"There is no third party to disturb, life is quite leisurely."

"You really have the same sex and no humanity."

While the two were arguing, Ling Ji had already been sitting on the sofa, with his legs gracefully crossed, and silently read the script.

Seeing his calm demeanor, Di Ying felt relieved. Raising mink free-range is risky, so we really should prepare a cage.

Fei Zhipian leaned over as if discovering a new opportunity: "Does Teacher Ling Ji have a script you want?"

"These are pretty good, much higher quality than the scripts given to me."

Fei Zhipian didn't believe it: "How is it possible, Mr. Ling Ji is a rare popular actor with both idol and strength, which producer wouldn't want to put a book in your hand?"

"I've heard complaints from my peers. They just want to grab your slot just by changing the character design of the protagonist, but your agent is very harsh on the selection. Sometimes you don't even read the content. After listening to the salary, you refuse."

Di Ying interjected: "It's not that the anthology is harsh, it's that the price is set on the floor, right?"

Fei Zhipian criticized him: "Don't speak ill of his staff in front of Teacher Ling Ji."

Di Ying: "You just tactfully expressed the same point of view as mine."

"Maybe the agent has his considerations. My priority now is to make money."

Ling Ji put down the script that didn't belong to him, and lingered on the cover for a second.

Di Ying didn't notice this movement, he was looking at his phone.

"Fei Zhipian."

"Ok?"

Di Ying pointed his phone at him: "Eggplant."

Fei Zhipian subconsciously posed with scissors hands and made a standard tourist photo pose for the camera.

"Crack-"

"Eh?" Fei Zhipian finally recalled, "Why are you photographing me?"

Di Ying typed absently: "Show Enai."

Fei Zhipian didn't believe a single word he said, took out his phone, refreshed Weibo, and the hot search headline was #迪影家上空空多蓝#.

Under this TAG, there are still many fans who are guessing who is the lucky one to eat meat with their brother.

Di Ying posted Fei Zhipian, a scissors hand who hadn't even edited the picture, and perfunctorily added four words, "Brothers have a drink", without even bothering to add punctuation marks.

The truth came out, and fans laughed and complained about the slovenly appearance of an excellent young producer.

Another insider revealed, "It is said that my brother's house doesn't even have a guest room. Poor Fei Pianpian, it looks like she was forced to make do on the sofa for the whole night."

"It would be nice to have a sofa to sleep on. My brother doesn't like people staying overnight, so it's considered polite not to throw it outside the gate."

"Do you bully my Pianpian without fans? My Pianpian is still very handsome when I take care of it seriously! [Feizhi Piangao P picture.jpg]"

Fei Zhipian wanted to scold the street, but she calmed down by admiring her handsome refined picture.

"Forget it, I'm protecting the brotherhood and sacrificing myself in order not to paralyze Weibo. If the news about the two of you gets out, will the fans collapse? It's the Twin Towers!"

Di Ying turned his face ruthlessly by taking advantage of the surplus value of a perfect person.

"Thank you so much for your selfless devotion. Are you sober? Please consciously move outside when you wake up, and give me and Teacher Ling Ji a two-person world."

Fei Zhipian lay on the sofa: "Then what if I didn't wake up?"

"I'll just throw you out, and call a substitute driver for you."

Fei Zhipian is a tough man, if he chooses to leave, he can go alone, Di Ying finally heaves a sigh of relief.

"I'm too close to Zhipian, and sooner or later I can't hide the existence of Xiaoao. Instead of worrying about it, it's better to confess."

It took a lot of courage to come forward and confess that your son was a ferret.

Ling Ji: "I have no objection to someone you can trust."

Di Ying thought: "We still have to pick a good day and auspicious day. I just came out in front of him, and if I come out again, it's not a closet, it's a matryoshka."

Ling Ji lowered his eyes and remained silent, but Di Ying had sharp eyes and approached frivolously.

"Teacher Ling Ji, I mentioned coming out, why are your ears red?"

Cold eyes swept across Chi Chi's face: "Senior Di Ying, your forehead is also quite red, does it still hurt?"

"..." Di Ying rubbed his forehead and slowly retreated, "I knew it was you who hit me."

He wondered, is his wine so bad?

Before getting to know Ling Ji, no one had ever complained about him being harassed after drinking, but quite a few people wanted to take advantage of him while drinking, and the success rate was zero regardless of men or women.

A person who sticks to the bottom line of a gentleman even when he is drunk, why does he plunge into the millennium cold pool when he sees it?

Di Ying couldn't figure it out, is there a hot spring deep in this cold pool?

"Where's Xiaoao? Where did you lock him up?"

"Lock? I don't use such rough methods."

Standing in front of the tropical fish tank, Di Ying thought that he might be the only one who could answer “What is it like to see your own son swimming in the fish tank” on Zhihu.

Di Ying: Thank you for the invitation.A natural swimmer and a joy to play.However, because of its excellent swimming skills, it is easy for people to question its mammalian pedigree.

Ling Ji was quite thoughtful: "I fished out all the small fish, and they are in the pool."

The size of the remaining big fish is comparable to that of Xiaoao. The two sides may choose to coexist peacefully in this limited water area after assessing the combat strength of the enemy and the enemy.

Di Ying looked at it for a while and thought it was pretty good.

You don't need to bother teaching how to walk, and you don't need to spend money on swimming lessons.

Give birth to a baby ferret and naturally win at the starting line.

"I decided to print out the photos of endorsement milk powder when I was a baby, and stick it on the bedside to inspire it."

Ling Ji was puzzled: "Why?"

"Let Xiao Ao know how his father created wealth for the family when he was six months old, so that when he is older, he can be taken to the river to catch fish, and it is not in vain to raise him."

Xiao Ao raised his head from the water and seconded: "Squeak!"

Ling Ji frowned, as if he was hesitating whether it would be unsafe to go down the river, but the fish was also delicious.

Di Ying was shocked, he had only lived together for a few days, and he was able to read the inner thoughts of Bingshan actor.

Maybe Fei Zhipian is right, there is telepathy between him and Ling Ji.

……

The next day, Di Ying woke up on the sofa as usual, with Xiao Ao sleeping soundly on his chest, but there was no one else at home.

A note for him was left on the table, handwritten by Ling Ji, asking him to take care of Xiao Ao himself.

Di Ying's heart sank, and she took out her phone only to realize that she didn't have Ling Ji's contact information at all, so she called her manager in a panic.

"Sister Jing, Ling Ji has disappeared!"

"what?"

"He didn't say anything, just left me a letter from Tuo Gu, which said..."

"Wait, wait," Yu Jingji interrupted, "If I remember correctly, Ling Ji joined the team today."

"……what?"

"Ah, what, do you think everyone is like you, and you have to take two or three months off to make a movie? Other artists are making announcements non-stop, especially Ling Ji. I only paid attention to his profile these days." The itinerary is simply desperate Saburo, you should really learn from others."

"Is Ling Ji's liquidated damages paid by the company?"

"Of course not. Ling Ji took the initiative to change jobs, and the liquidated damages can only be paid by him. He worked so hard, it should have something to do with the debt."

Yu Jingji teased through the microphone: "What's the matter? I thought about it just after I left? I watched the live broadcast the day before yesterday and yesterday's Weibo. The crisis public relations are doing well. It's rare that you took the initiative to put a smoke bomb to divert attention. If it wasn't for Ling Ji, I guess you are too lazy to explain, right?"

Di Ying has always been an entertainer who does his own thing, but he was suddenly put on shackles, and the manager's happiness can be imagined.

"Sure enough, a man can mature only when he has a family. I should have put your resume on Jiayuan of the Century as soon as possible."

Di Ying: "Do you have his contact information?"

"Who? Ling Ji? Don't tell me that you all live together, and you haven't even added a WeChat account."

"If you get along day and night, what WeChat do you need?" Di Ying hummed unsurely.

"I didn't save his contact information, but I do have his manager's phone number, do you want it?"

After thinking about it, Di Ying decided to forget about it. They are all half-legged people who have entered the house, and it would be a bit embarrassing to contact through a broker.

"Then where is the crew of his filming, do you know?"

After Di Ying hung up the phone, he began to pack his things, milk powder, feeding bottles, thermos cups, disinfectant wipes...

No wonder people say that it is troublesome to take children out, because it is not only children who are brought out.

Di Ying put on a hat, sunglasses, and a mask, and rushed to Xiaoao to unzip the hoodie.

"Son, come in!"

Xiao Ao jumped in, Di Ying zipped her zipper, and Xiao Ao squeezed her head out from the neckline.

Di Ying slung her travel bag behind her back: "Let's go, visit your mother's class!"

"squeak!"