Iceberg actor gave birth to a mink for me

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Ling Ji V: I have been busy with work this year, and I want to take a short break.There is indeed a little controversy on the company's side, it's not as serious as everyone imagined, don't believe the rumors.Don't affect your mood because of me, and don't argue for me.Focus on my own life, spend more time with my family, I will come back as soon as possible, and meet you with better works.

After three days, Ling Ji's fans finally looked forward to his longing brother posting a blog. Although the number of words was not many, the words were rigorous and sincere, and every fan who felt wronged by Ling Ji was appeased——

- Strange.

The hottest comment with the most likes in the comment area is the first, the language is extremely civilized, and the blessing is also unique:

>>Who doesn't know that Ling Ji has been using a Lumi mobile phone for the past few years, and you post on Weibo with a phone endorsed by the prince of the Di family, in case fans won't be able to see that Subcutaneous is no longer the real person, right?My brother said on the show that his account was never handed over to the staff. What despicable means did Di's Media use to forcefully take away my brother's account!In order to curry favor with the crown prince and suppress the artists under his banner, I wish someone from afar!

At the same time, in a large law firm, Sun Lushi handed over the work to be done to the assistant one by one. The priorities were clear and organized, and the assistant could easily understand what she needed to do. Unlike her previous boss, who assigned work Always upside down, and always like to overturn the last task.

If you insist on picking on the shortcomings of the current boss, it is probably too rational, as rational as a walking civil code.

In their line of work, they will meet all kinds of clients. Some clients can hear tears pouring down their eyes just by telling their tragic experiences, but their boss can listen to the whole process with a blank expression, and then quickly list all kinds of things. relevant legal provisions.

She often doubts whether the boss has the emotions and desires of ordinary people.

When leaving the law firm, the assistant took a special look at the boss's office.

The light was on, and Sun Lushi was sitting in front of the computer with a serious expression, typing on the keyboard with her fingers flying, wondering which unlucky guy was about to be sued by her.

It's already eight o'clock in the evening, and workaholic is also one of the characteristics of the boss.

If only I could one day love my job as much as my boss.The little assistant thought to himself.

Sun Lushi opened the Penguin software, and the news in the group jumped out quickly.

>>Ms. Shi Lu, I just tied Wei Bo x Dou Yin, it's too high, when will Bai Du x Xiao Hongshu arrange? !

>>Look, another person was tricked into getting into his wife's boy group draft car!Wife is indeed the number one player in China Entertainment's RPS!

>>The draft car is so easy to knock, who would have thought that 20 young boys could knock out 34 CP combinations?

>>In the final analysis, the speed of the train is too fast. As long as you are not picky about your food, who would not want to get on the high-speed maglev train of Mrs. Green!

Mrs. Shi Lu is the most prolific fan author in the circle, but she never focuses on a certain CP, nor does she change circles and vests like other authors, showing mercy and ruthlessness everywhere.

Her fraternity is obvious to all, as long as they are in the Chinese entertainment industry, two people who are not in the middle of the eight poles may also be matched by La Lang.

Due to the fact that the author himself has too many walls and covers a wide range of topics, the following rule has been established among the readers over time:

The wife can write whoever she wants. Readers can choose what they like to eat, but they must never interfere with others, let alone the wife's creation.

This kind of rare harmony is very rare in the fandom, and it is even dubbed a borderless zone.

Sun Lushi typed expressionlessly to speak in the group.

[Time Green]: The previously promised car of Wei Bo x Xiao Hongshu is temporarily slow, and I have a new wall recently.

>>Who is it?Which pair of chosen sons caught my wife's attention?

>>The ones upstairs, sometimes they may not be the chosen ones, and they may be the unlucky ones.

>> Newcomers don't understand, how to distinguish between the two?

>>Son of the Chosen: The Lord and Hemei, the fans are in harmony, passers-by want to see the couple's bridal chamber;

>>Unlucky boy: the right and wrong are incompatible, the fans are irreconcilable, and passers-by just want to see the two go to court.

>>I can, I’m not picky eaters, I’ll take whatever Mrs. Shilu wrote, I’m just a ruthless CP robot, let me get in the car~

>>I'm curious, which pair is it? Can you make it public in advance?

[Time Green]: I have newly acquired Di Ying X Ling Ji, the CP of the double actor.

>>? ? ?

>>? ? ? ?

>>? ? ? ? ? ?

>>Why do I think Di Ying X Xiao Hongshu is more reliable than this pair of CPs, at least they have interacted in the live broadcast (weak)

>>Perhaps, does the wife use Weibo?Fans of these two people are still searching for the first tear frame (whispered)

>>Also massacred the square, even the curse entry of cutting off children and grandchildren has been posted, and the family feud is nothing more than that, or is it that the wife likes rivals to become lovers? (Not bad)

[Time Green]: I haven't decided what to write specifically, but I will put a few key words first.

[Time Green]: Robbery, illegal captivity, top-notch people selling their lives to pay back their debts, iceberg beauties begging for mercy with reddened eyes, tortured all night until they even need to be hugged when they get out of bed.

>>Mistgrass, it's a bit easy to knock...

>>Mistgrass, it's a bit easy to knock...

>>Mistgrass, it's a bit easy to knock...

>>I have completed 100 million taboo literature in my brain, and this pair of unlucky children is locked!

>>I declare that from today onwards, I will be Di Yingling Ji's ten-year CP fan!

>> Be bold, 20-year-old fans come uninvited!Let's start from the bamboo horse era. Isn't the setting of the young master of the entertainment circle x the wandering Hengdian teenagers acting as a group?

>>When is your wife going to start writing?Such a great setting must not be posted in Jinjiang!

>>+1!Jinjiang is full of childbirth articles now, and having children is no longer enough to satisfy Jinjianggu. I saw a book about mink last time. It’s too ridiculous hahahaha!

[Time Green]: I have a lot of work recently, and I will start the car when the work at hand is solved.

……

A week later, Xiao Jia sent back the repaired mobile phone, which was another tortuous process.

Ling Ji refused to ask Di Ying to help repair the phone, and entrusted the errand to his assistant Xiao Yi.

Di Ying also instructs his assistant Xiao Jia to hint that the other party knows a friend who repairs mobile phones, and he is reliable.

The simple-minded Xiao Yi has no doubts about him, and believes Xiao Jia's words.

In this way, the mobile phone returned to Di Ying's hands.

However, although Di Ying arranged all this carefully, his purpose was not to peek at what was on Ling Ji's phone.

Real scumbags do bad things silently, and scumbags like Di Ying, who talk about bad things on the surface, are actually a gentleman in their hearts.

Di Ying went upstairs humming a ditty, thinking about what to say to tease the aloof movie star when he returned the phone, admiring that frosty face melted by anger, maybe he would get something funny out of his mouth Content.

Thinking of this, a treacherous smile appeared on his face involuntarily.

hum-

The phone vibrated briefly, and Di Ying looked at it subconsciously. The insignificant news feed lit up the phone screen, and the simple and low-key lock screen broke into sight.

The black-and-white photos are taken in a narrow and cramped space, and the only light shines in from the exhaust vent, which bears the only light source in the photo.

Neither the light and shadow were adjusted nor the composition was taken into account. Even if non-professionals took pictures casually, no one would care if they saw it.

However, just like a fashion master wearing street stalls on the street, everyone will want to see what brand it is.It was precisely because the photo was ordinary that Di Ying took another look.

At this glance, Di Ying recognized the location where the photo was taken.

He stared at the fading screen, the hippie expression fading away.

He once acted as an undercover undercover with a tragic fate, and made great achievements in solving the case, but was shot to the heart by the villain just before dawn.

At the end of the movie, everyone was drinking and laughing at the celebration banquet, while he died slowly alone in the dark and small warehouse. The exhaust fan was the last picture of him before he died.

This tear-jerking scene allowed Di Ying to win the Golden Dog Best Actor that year, and it was also the beginning of the glory of the Three Golden Best Actors, which had extraordinary significance for him.

Although these warehouses with exhaust fans are all indistinguishable from each other, Di Ying poured a lot of emotion into this small space. He shot a shot [-] times repeatedly, and even the details of the mottled walls are firmly embedded in his mind. So at a glance, Ling Ji's lock screen wallpaper is the wall in the play.

And he was sure that it was not a screenshot of a movie, because individual details could still see changes over time.

Di Ying had indeed shamelessly replaced the lock screen wallpaper of Ling Ji's new phone with his own photo, but he was also sure that the photo would be replaced by the other party soon.

Unless it is a couple with a public relationship in the entertainment industry, no one dares to use another person's photo as a wallpaper openly, because the probability of the phone screen being exposed is too high, and it does not belong to personal privacy at all.

Not just photos, any inconspicuous detail will be magnified and interpreted by Yuji and fans.

Di Ying once wore a scarf one winter, and was suspected of having an underground affair with an actress because his scarf and the other's bag had similar patterns of embroidery.

Although this is an oolong incident, not every speculation is groundless.

Because one party loves to solve riddles, the other party naturally lights up the riddle skill tree.Especially for couples in secret love, they can neither make it public nor hide their desire to show off, so many secret codes are born.

Di Ying has discovered many tacit secret signals in the circle. His observation ability is sharper than others, and his guesses are often close to ten.

It's not that he hasn't imagined, if one day he has someone he likes, how he will hide his thoughts.

Ling Ji's mobile phone lock screen gave him an excellent reminder that taking a photo from his perspective in a place that is deeply meaningful to that person is the most secretive and romantic expression method that Di Ying can think of so far.

What ordinary people see is an ordinary photo, but what I see is your last look in the world.

Every time you turn on your phone, it seems like you are looking at the world again with your eyes.

These days, under Di Ying's firm (steady) care (and medicine) care (medication), Ling Ji's back injury has almost recovered, and he can already go out to the ground on his own.

When returning the phone to Ling Ji, Di Ying rarely said a word of unnecessary nonsense.

Ling Ji, on the other hand, was very vigilant: "You didn't open it, did you?"

Di Ying returned to his carefree look: "Ms. Ling doesn't believe me so much, it makes people so sad. But you are so nervous, I'm sure there is something inside that I can't see."

"No one wants others to check their mobile phone." Ling Ji gave such an explanation.

Di Ying snapped his fingers as if thinking of something, and added: "Oh, by the way, the person who repaired the phone said that the electronic components inside were all soaked in water. Although it can be used now, it's hard to say how long it will last. Suggestions Export the important data as soon as possible, and use the phone I gave you in the future."

"How do you know what the guy who repaired the phone said?"

"Xiaoyi conveyed it, let me remind you. Do you want to ask why Xiaoyi didn't tell you directly?"

Di Ying asked the question ahead of him, appearing to be reasonable: "Why do you always have so many questions?"

Ling Ji: "..."

Don't ask.

Di Ying wins again with her brazenness.

"It's a pity that Teacher Ling can only stay in the vacant room tonight. The film I went to film in the mountains is wrapped up collectively, and the production team will wrap up the banquet tonight."

Seeing that Ling Ji didn't express anything, Di Ying asked knowingly, "Or does it mean that Teacher Ling wants to be with me?"

"I'm not from your crew, what should I do?"

"Of course the family members of actors are eligible to go."

Ling Ji turned his head away: "Not interested."

"Okay then," Di Ying said pretending to be regretful, "I have to deal with those lunatics feeding me alcohol by myself."

He hit the nail on the head unfortunately.

Di Ying has this kind of ability. He is obviously already drunk, but he can still maintain a rational and forceful appearance in front of everyone.

But the more he behaved like this, the more people felt that his drinking capacity was unfathomable. There was an endless stream of people toasting to him that night. When Xiao Jia sent them home late at night, Di Ying was already drunk, and his whole body was on Xiao Jia's shoulders alone. On the ground, Xiao Jia's frail body was almost crushed.

Ling Ji didn't know why he was still up so late, and when he heard the voice coming downstairs to help, Xiao Jia breathed a sigh of relief.

It must be easier for two people to carry a drunk upstairs than for one.

But the drunken Di Ying obviously had a tendency to fall towards Ling Ji, but he fell back limply.

"No." Di Ying waved his arms, and roughly slapped Ling Ji's supportive hand away, "Your waist is not healed yet... Be honest with me. Where's Xiao Jia? Xiao Jia!"

Xiao Jia had no choice but to continue to carry this golden body alone: ​​"I forgot that Teacher Ling is injured, there are steps here, be careful not to trip over it!"

Di Ying was very cooperative and babbled: "Good job, don't let Teacher Ling get tired...Xiao Jia, my little Jiayu..."

"Forget about the fish, we're going upstairs bro, hold your feet high."

After finally getting the drunk on the bed, the exhausted Xiao Jia sat down on the wooden floor.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ling, let me take a breath."

"You are a little lack of exercise." Ling Ji spoke bluntly.

"You have discovered this. What I dislike the most is sports, especially weight-bearing sports."

Di Ying was not honest when she fell asleep, and repeated words with unclear meaning: "Aberts'... evil Buddha song..."

Ling Ji frowned: "Your boss often drinks like this?"

"Fortunately not, otherwise he is not a ready-made fitness equipment, maybe I have developed my biceps."

As Xiao Jia spoke, he turned around and found Ling Ji was taking off his boss's shoes and socks, and got up in a jerk.

"Mr. Ling, let me do this kind of thing."

"It's getting late, you should go back and rest too."

As Ling Ji said, he stuffed a pillow under Di Ying's head, and tucked in the quilt carefully for him.

"Oh..." Xiao Jia secretly took out his mobile phone and recorded this part by some mysterious act.

"Then, then I'll go first?" He hid his phone, with a premonition that this video might become his wealth code for a salary increase.

Ling Ji was staring at the drunk man on the bed in a daze, and nodded casually: "Yes."

The bedroom was finally quiet, Xiao Jia left, Di Ying stopped chanting inexplicable spells, and seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

Ling Ji stood there silently looking at the person on the bed for a while, then turned to leave, but someone grabbed his wrist from behind.

He turned around in astonishment, and Di Ying, who was still drunk just now, opened his eyes slightly, but his eyes were loose, and he didn't look sober.

Di Ying grabbed his wrist and sat up with his strength.

"Xiao Jizi..." He muttered these three words.

Ling Ji sat down slowly opposite him, his sharp and blurred eyes met.

Di Ying let go of his wrist and began to grope back and forth on his body.

"Xiao Jizi, brother brought you something delicious..."

There was a light in Ling Ji's eyes that was hard to detect by others.

After groping for a long time, Di Ying finally took out a small oiled paper bag from his breast pocket.

He tore open the kraft paper layer by layer: "Look, I haven't forgotten you, I always think of you wherever I go..."

The oiled paper bag was completely spread out, and there was an invisible pastry lying quietly inside, nearly a quarter of which was completely crushed.

Disappointment covered Di Ying's face, "Ah...it's crushed, I can't eat it..."

He was about to take back this indecent gift when a force gripped his wrist firmly.

He heard a voice from the distant mist: "It can be eaten."

Ling Ji pulled his wrist towards him, and with his hand, he ate the dim sum on it bit by bit, even licking off the crushed residue.

His gaze was fixed on Di Ying's face, as if what he ate was not the pastry, but the person who brought it back.

Di Ying's eyes seemed to be locked in reverse, the person in front of him was staring at him intently, and he also stared back at Ling Ji in a daze.

Out of the corner of his eye, the man slowly rolled up the snack in the oiled paper bag with the tip of his tongue, and then put it into his mouth, and he also made a swallowing motion subconsciously.

The alcohol ingested evaporated bit by bit, and the already dormant mind was like a sinking elevator, dragged from the ground back to the top floor by a weak villain, dragging the steel bars with his bare hands, one after another.

Ling Ji wiped out the dim sum, took away the greased paper that he had licked clean, got up and pushed Di Ying down.

"You drank too much, it's time to sleep."

Di Ying quickly closed her eyes: "I drank too much...I drank too much...sleep...sleep..."

A night without dreams.

When Di Ying woke up, Ling Ji's flawless face remained within a foot's distance.

Perhaps it was the divine sense that sensed the gaze, and the beauty in sight slowly opened her eyes, and the two looked at each other unpreparedly.

Ling Ji frowned visibly with the naked eye.

"Are you awake?" he asked.

"...Well." Di Ying replied dully, his brain still stuck in the side effects of alcohol.

Ling Ji sat up with an unnatural expression: "You were drunk last night, I was afraid that you would choke yourself in your sleep, so..."

"I'm drunk," Di Ying repeated, "I'm drunk, yes."

He scratched his hair annoyedly: "I seem... to be broken again, I can't remember anything..."

He asked cautiously: "After I got drunk last night... didn't I do anything to you?"

Ling Ji seemed slightly relieved: "No, you were too drunk and fell asleep when you came back."

Di Ying felt relieved: "That's good."

Ling Ji got up and got out of bed: "Sleep for a while, I'll make hangover soup."

Di Ying counted his footsteps going downstairs until he couldn't hear them at all.

He pulled up the quilt, covered his head, and curled up into a ball. His whole body was hidden in the darkness, but his eyes were wide open.

Remember them all.

Whether it's the sweet aroma of the snacks when you open the oiled paper package.

It's still the feeling of being licked through a thin layer of paper.

Especially those eyes that are deeply imprinted in my mind.

He remembered it all.