Iceberg actor gave birth to a mink for me

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Di Ying really wanted to continue pretending to be asleep, but she couldn't fall asleep, she was awake and thinking wildly.

He really couldn’t remember what happened in the first half of last night—how he got home, how he went upstairs, why there was a snack in his hand, it was like the night with Ling Ji, it was only in his memory A fuzzy shard was dropped.

In the second half, it was like a movie film, clearly and slowly playing frame by frame in front of my eyes, as if the memory was split into two worlds in an instant, and there was a sharp dividing line between dream and reality.

Wrapped in the quilt, Di Ying rolled on the long-lost bed, but it was like someone stuffed a catty of mung beans under the quilt, and she felt uncomfortable tossing and turning.

When he had to get up after dawdling, he finally got up and went downstairs pretending to be nonchalant.

Ling Ji's hangover soup was quietly placed on the dining table, stored in an insulated jar.

Di Ying unscrewed the lid and blew away the rising water vapor. A hallucination appeared in front of his eyes. Ling Ji sat opposite, holding the can with his own hands, and fed him to drink.

Ling Ji came over and saw Di Ying holding the thermos jar in a daze, thinking it was because he hadn't completely sobered up and his brain was sluggish, and his movements were slow.

"What, the taste is still not right?" He obviously changed to a fool's recipe that claims to be zero failure.

Di Ying was absent-minded when he drank it, and now he carefully tasted the aftertaste in his mouth: "How should I put it, congratulations to Chenggong and his mother."

Ling Ji pursed his lips in frustration, it seemed that it was not the zero failure formula, but the Ling failure formula, as long as it was in his hands, it would not succeed.

If Ling Ji showed such a slightly depressed expression, Di Ying would definitely not miss the opportunity to tease him. Who doesn't like to watch the iceberg beauty break the defense?

But today he was very misfired, and he was as well-behaved as an honest person who couldn't speak.

He actually wanted to ask "did you eat your snacks with my hands last night", but he couldn't ask.

That gesture was so blatantly seductive that even thinking about it now brings out a shudder.

Di Ying did things like taking advantage of his mouth, but he withered after the other party took actual actions. It was really embarrassing to say it.

Di Ying put down the thermos, belatedly realizing that the house was quieter than usual.

"Where is Xiao Ao? Doesn't it parkour at this time every day?" In order to vent the energy that has nowhere to rest.

"Sister Lu came to pick up Xiao Ao yesterday afternoon, and said she would let him stay with her for one night, and send him back today."

Ling Ji glanced at the time: "It should be back soon."

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, there was movement at the gate, the small concave looked like a fur with a small motor, flew to the restaurant from the outside, jumped onto the dining table skillfully, turned 360 degrees for a week, and happily showed off the extra neck to the two of you Triangular bib with a carrot embroidered on it.

"Squeak!"

Ling Ji stretched out his hand to hug it, his expression softened a lot: "Sister Lu bought it for you? It's very cute."

"Squeak squeak!"

He put his nose close and sniffed Xiaoao: "Have you taken a bath yet? It smells so good."

Xiao Ao affectionately rubbed his face under his chin, climbed onto his shoulders and jumped up and down.

After admiring the touching parent-child interaction for a while, Di Ying suddenly realized that there was someone she could turn to for help, and rushed to push the person out of the door before Meng Lu entered, then turned around and closed the door tightly behind her.

"What is this for?" Meng Lu was puzzled.

"Have some touching parent-child interactions."

Meng Lu:?

"No, actually there is something wrong, I want to ask Sister Lu."

Meng Lu: "Any important matter can't be accommodated in such a big house, so I have to run out and say it secretly."

Di Ying clasped his hands to his mouth, and carefully considered his words: "Did Ling Ji tell you in private that anything about me is fine."

Meng Lu seemed to be meeting this son for the first time. At least in the past, Di Ying had never asked her about someone so furtively.

"I would like to have a detailed chat with him, but unfortunately I haven't found a chance to spend time alone with him. What exactly do you want to ask, don't beat around the bush. "

Di Ying struggled: "How should I put it? I thought that the two of us were affected by alcohol and developed some impulses that adults would have. And Sister Lu, you know me, and sometimes it's easy to make up some things. of……"

"Being passionate." Meng Lu helped him conclude.

"...Well, I admit that sometimes I am self-indulgent, but this time it is different, I suspect my suspicion is true." Di Ying was a little incoherent, "I mean I suspect that Ling Ji treats me Interesting, do you know what I mean?"

"You suspect that Ling Ji likes you, what's the evidence?"

The so-called evidence choked on the lips, Ling Ji's familiarity with his movies, and the lock screen of his mobile phone, these do not prove that Ling Ji has thoughts about him, but only prove that Ling Ji is a fan of his movies.

Among Di Ying's senior fans, it's not like he can't find such people, maybe there are quite a few.

What happened last night is convincing to a certain extent, but the feeling is too bizarre for those who have not experienced it personally, and Di Ying doesn't know how to describe it.

When he was struggling with how to persuade Meng Lu, the video sent by Xiao Jia helped him a lot.

[Xiao Jia]: Boss, Teacher Ling took care of you when you were drunk yesterday, remember to thank Teacher Ling after you wake up [Video]

Di Ying only glanced at it twice, and then impatiently handed her the phone: "Sister Lu, look at this, at least it shows that my guess is not groundless?"

Meng Lu watched it twice carefully. The same thing can happen between ordinary friends, but there is indeed an inexplicable ambiguous atmosphere in the video.

This family is all old actors. Whether an action is performed mechanically or from true feelings can be seen from the eyes and details.

"Looking at it this way, your guess is not unreasonable..."

Di Ying was encouraged: "That's right! Sister Lu, you think so too! You have more experience than me, so you can teach me what to do? When my dad and you didn't pierce the window paper, how did you confirm that he treats you well?" What about conspiracy?"

Di Ying received a slap on the back of the head, "What about your father? I think you haven't been beaten for a long time."

Meng Lu gave Nizi a lesson for her husband, recalling when she was a young actress.

"In the beginning, he invested in one of my dramas. He came to visit the set every three days, and treated the whole group to afternoon tea and supper. But I only thought of your father as a rich and powerful boss. I fell ill during the filming, and he He took care of me for three whole days, and after he recovered from his illness, I asked your dad if he was interested in me, he admitted, and then began to formally pursue me, and we were together not long after."

Di Ying waited for a while and said nothing: "Is it that simple?"

"More twists and turns? Do you want to be like in the TV series, first test each other for 81 rounds to confirm that you are in love, and then encounter ninety-nine and eighty-one to prove that the love is stronger than gold? If you want to pursue someone, you only need to put your heart into it, and you don't have to engage in those twists and turns Bending around."

"I understand. If I am sick now, and Ling Ji takes good care of me, it will prove my guess. But the problem is, your son is so healthy, and I haven't been sick for a long time. .”

"Yumu head, you can't be sick, can you still pretend to be sick? After filming for so many years, you don't even have this acting skill?"

Di Ying has a sense of transparency awakened by an expert. It turns out that this is learning opera for a thousand days and using it for a while.

"Why didn't I think of it, as expected of Sister Lu!"

Meng Lu slapped him hard on the back: "Come on son, whether Xiao Ao can have a happy and complete family depends on his father's charm."

……

Di Ying was covered with a thick quilt, and three warm babies were spread on his forehead.

Hearing the sound of going upstairs, he quickly stuffed the warm baby under the pillow, pulled the quilt up to his chin, and closed his eyes.

As soon as Ling Ji entered the door, he felt something was wrong. Hearing the sound of footsteps, Di Ying quickened two steps until he stopped by the bed.

"Di Ying...Di Ying?" The cold tone was a little more anxious than usual, and if you didn't listen carefully, you might not be able to notice the subtle changes.

"Ugh..."

Di Ying babbled twice pretendingly, as if he was responding, but also as if he was talking nonsense.

The cheeks outside the quilt were flushed and steamy, mainly due to the two hundred push-ups he did before lying down.

A cold hand was pressed to his forehead.

Why are hands so cold, Di Ying thought wildly, even if he didn't deliberately raise his body temperature, it was still too cold, did he get wet with cold water or something?

Can a person who can't take care of himself really take care of a sick person?

After thinking about it, the owner of the hand left, and Di Ying, who was left behind, forgot that he was just pretending to be sick, and almost lifted the quilt to catch up with the theory:

I suspect that you can't take care of sick people, so you really leave me alone?

After thinking about it, the sound of footsteps came again, and Di Ying quickly closed his eyes again. This time he felt something pressing against his forehead, accompanied by a beep.

"You have a fever."

Ling Ji looked at the thermometer in his hand, it was 37 degrees 5, although the temperature is not high, but in this age when the average body temperature is low, a forehead temperature of 37 degrees has already entered the category of low-grade fever.

It turned out that Ling Ji left to get the thermometer, and Di Ying was glad that the two hundred push-ups were not in vain.

"Why did you have a fever?" Ling Ji was puzzled. First, he didn't cool down, and second, he didn't get caught in the rain. He just went out and had a drink yesterday.

Di Ying let out a few subdued coughs, and he kept his mouth shut when he coughed, for fear that the virus would spread into the air.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

Because of holding his breath, his face became redder than before.

He turned his head to the side away from Ling Ji as much as possible, and covered his mouth with his fist: "At the finale banquet, an actor said that he had the flu, and I seemed to be infected too."

Ling Ji was displeased when he heard the words: "Why would you go to such a densely populated place when you have the flu?"

"I thought I would be fine if I had a strong resistance—" Di Ying covered her mouth and coughed violently again.

Although there is no such actor who has the flu, Di Ying still apologizes to this fictional character in his heart.

After finally stopping coughing, Di Ying said in a hoarse voice, "Go and accompany Xiao Ao, don't stay here, and be careful not to be infected by me."

Ling Ji turned away obediently, and Di Ying's heart sank half.

This is different from what Sister Lu said. Could it be that he is really passionate?

Just when Di Ying was about to be unable to hold on, Ling Ji went back and forth, holding a glass in his hand, and just as Di Ying was about to speak, a pill was stuffed into his mouth.

Di Ying didn't taste the bitterness of the medicine, but only remembered the moment when the other party's fingertips rested on his lips.

Ling Ji's tone was flat: "This is an antipyretic."

Then he made a gesture to help him up: "Drink the water."

The medicine is three-point poison. Di Ying, a healthy, healthy and painless person, was fed the poison, but it was like being fed with honey. Even the plain water tasted sweet when he drank it.

After drinking half a glass of water, he looked up pitifully: "Mr. Ling, you are so kind to me."

Ling Ji stood up abruptly, turned his face away, but just happened to expose his lightly pink ears to Di Ying's line of sight.

He said coldly: "I hope you get better soon, and don't infect Xiaoao."

The corners of Di Ying's mouth were forced upwards, matching his weak appearance, making him look even more pitiful.

"Don't worry, this flu virus, cough cough cough cough, will not be zoonotic, cough cough cough cough."

Ling Ji couldn't take it anymore, turned around and bent down to tuck the quilt for him: "Speak less, even a cold can't stop your mouth."

Antipyretics help sleep, Di Ying tried hard to stay awake, but his brain was still a little groggy.

In a daze, he heard Ling Ji entering the bathroom, and the sound of water coming from inside.

After a while, the sound of water stopped, and Di Ying hurriedly pretended to be sound asleep. The sound of footsteps came back from the bathroom to the bedroom, followed by a heavy forehead, and the pressure of a warm and moist towel came.

The exercise fever has gone down long ago, but my heart is getting warmer and warmer.

No wonder Sister Lu was taken advantage of by her father when she was sick, and was taken care of so meticulously by another person that even a masculine man would turn into soft fingers.

Di Ying took a nap, and when she woke up, Ling Ji served plain porridge without any taste.

Ling Ji is a killer in the kitchen, and this bowl of porridge, which is neither burnt nor burnt, is already the best work he can do.

Di Ying leaned against the head of the bed, watching Ling Ji blow the porridge to cool down in spoonfuls, and then fed it into his own mouth. He wanted to grab the other's hand countless times and accept his confession.

--I agree.

——Whether it is a human or a mink, a small raccoon or a red panda, I am willing to marry this human as my wife and do my best to protect the diversity of species.

After feeding the porridge, Ling Ji took his temperature again, but Di Ying tried to stop him, but he didn't have time.

"The fever went away quickly." Ling Ji said, staring at the numbers on the thermometer.

Seeing that he wasn't suspicious, Di Ying felt relieved.

"I'm in good health, and I recovered quickly, mainly because of your antipyretic medicine."

"It's from your medicine cabinet."

"What is your home and my home? It's our home."

This glib look does show signs of recovery.

It's a pity that the disease in the body is almost cured, but the disease in the brain will recur again.

"When the fever subsides, you need to sleep more."

Di Ying grabbed his wrist aggressively: "Will you accompany me?"

His request was ruthlessly rejected, "Aren't you worried about infecting me now?"

A look of disappointment appeared on Di Ying's face.

Maybe because he couldn't bear to hit a patient, Ling Ji added: "Go to bed first, I still have things to do."

Ling Ji would only take good care of himself when he was sick, and while Di Ying complained about his excellent physical fitness, he continued to stick Nuan Bao on his forehead.

It is better to be seriously ill. Healthy children will be cattle and horses, and sick children will be hurt.

There was no movement outside, and Ling Ji didn't seem to be in the house.Di Ying thought that if he didn't come back for a while, he might as well hurry up and do another two hundred push-ups.

But Di Ying took the time to send Meng Lu an evil smile.

They came back quickly there too.

[Meng Lu]: Judging by this expression, it shouldn't be bad news.

[Di Ying]: Have you figured out how many red envelopes to pack?If the package is missing, the wife of the president of Dishi Media will lose face.

[Meng Lu]: Did they agree to you, and just ask for money?

[Di Ying]: The bride has already boarded the float, and he took Didi Taxi himself.It's not your son, I'm bragging, this marriage is waiting for my nod now.

【Meng Lu】: [rolls eyes]

[Di Ying]: Sister Lu's method really worked. I was sick and made him anxious.

[Di Ying]: If this is not love, then it could only be that I saved his life 500 years ago, watered him on the bank of the Ling River, and guarded his spirit on the road to Sansheng.

[Di Ying]: I know what you want to say, listen to my password: eye exercises, start now——

【Meng Lu】: [rolls eyes][rolls eyes][rolls eyes]

[Di Ying]: Do more eye exercises to prevent eye lines.

[Meng Lu]: I finally understand why you don't believe that Xiao Ao is your biological son.

[Meng Lu]: Now I'm starting to wonder if you are my real son. I don't know who you followed with your blind self-confidence.

Di Ying laughed foolishly, went back and re-watched the video Xiao Jia sent him six times, and each time he found something new.

If there is an image of secret love, it is the appearance of Ling Ji covering him with a quilt.

He was just about to give Xiao Jia a big red envelope, when a series of sharp shouts came from outside the door.

"Squeak squeak!"

Xiao Ao rushed in like lightning. Di Ying didn't come to hide Nuan Baobao in a hurry, and he didn't have time to see what was going on with Xiao Ao. When he raised his head, he blurted out "fog grass".

A thick puff of smoke rose from the garden into the air outside the window.

Xiao Ao rushed over and bit Di Ying's cuff and dragged it out. Di Ying simply picked up the back of its neck and rushed downstairs with a stride.

The smoke came from the stove he built, and Ling Ji stood beside him in a daze, staring at the place where the smoke was coming out, as if lost in his soul, motionless.

"Ling Ji!" Di Ying shouted loudly.

Ling Ji didn't respond at all, the fire light was reflected in his pupils, which were constricted like needles.

Without even thinking about it, Di Ying carried the person aside first, grabbed the watering pipe, turned the water to the highest setting, and sprayed fiercely at the fire.

The thick smoke made Di Ying cough continuously, and he covered his mouth and nose with one arm to prevent too much impurities from entering the respiratory tract.

My heart was beating fast, and some bad pictures flooded my mind.

Burning fire, falling beams, fiery red wedding dress...

His heart seemed to be squeezed tightly by someone, and his breathing was no longer smooth without knowing it.

There was a burst of pain, and I looked down to see Xiao Ao biting his ankle hard.

It was only then that Di Ying noticed that the water was pouring in the wrong direction, and he shook his head violently, expelling the memory fragments that should not have appeared from his mind.

Fortunately, the fire was not very prosperous, mainly because the thick smoke made the fire scary.

Di Ying extinguished the fire, took a few steps back to the downwind vent, dropped the water pipe, and opened his mouth to breathe heavily.

He thought that he had overcome his fear of fire, at least he could set up a fire like an ordinary person, but he still overestimated his reaction when faced with a fire.

The nervous mood gradually calmed down, and only then did Di Ying have the energy to check Ling Ji's condition.

He stood stiffly, like a body without a soul, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Di Ying carried the man farther away from the fire, slightly bowed to meet his line of sight, and put his hands on the sides of his head: "It's okay, it's okay."

He repeated it many times in a row, Ling Ji's body shook, and the lost soul seemed to be called back from another world. His eyes gradually regained focus, and finally there was Di Ying in his eyes.

Di Ying breathed a sigh of relief, holding his head like an elder coaxing a child: "It's okay, it's okay."

During the few minutes of putting out the fire, the thick smoke left black marks on Di Ying's face.

Ling Ji hesitantly stretched out his hands to support his face, and slowly slid his fingertips across his cheeks.

Di Ying hastily wiped it with the back of her hand, leaving traces of smear on her face and the back of her hand.

"This time, I painted a veritable smoky makeup."

He jokingly comforted him: "Mr. Ling, why can't you think about it and set fire to our yard?"

Ling Ji lowered his head, all the protective color of aloofness faded away, he was as fragile as a frightened little animal that had just barely escaped from a forest fire.

Compared with the rest of the life of other animals, there is an extra layer of guilt as an arsonist.

The first two times when Di Ying made a fire and stewed meat, Ling Ji obviously avoided it.

Di Ying originally thought that he disliked him and didn't want to get too close, combined with today's abnormal reaction, Di Ying had a new guess.

"Are you afraid of fire?"

The frightened little animal quickly raised its eyelids, and the flash of fear in its eyes could not escape Di Ying's observation.

With just one glance, Di Ying was almost certain that his guess was right.

"Since you are afraid of fire, why do you make your own fire?"

Di Ying had experience in this area, so he asked persuasively.

Ling Ji hesitated for a while, and said softly: "I remember, the dishes you cook on the stove are more delicious."

"..." Di Ying looked back at the innocent stove, "You may have misunderstood a little. A person's cooking skills have nothing to do with whether he uses an induction cooker or a charcoal stove."

Ling Ji actually thinks that the source of his unpalatable cooking is the induction cooker. On the one hand, Di Ying feels amused, but when he thinks that he challenged to start a fire to cook for himself, Di Ying is particularly moved.

"It's no big deal to be afraid of fire. I used to be afraid of fire. When I was a child, the set of a film caught fire. Although I didn't get hurt very much, it left a psychological shadow."

He had just finished speaking, thinking that Ling Ji knew him so well, so he must know about it.

Ling Ji's eyes flickered, and he asked cautiously: "Then why aren't you afraid now?"

"You remember Xin Yi, right? It's the psychiatrist who came to my home last time. I said he was my old acquaintance for many years. I wasn't lying. I followed him for treatment since I was eight or nine years old, and I didn't gradually recover until I was a teenager."

"Can it really be cured completely?" Ling Ji didn't seem to believe it.

"Actually, it's not 100% free of sequelae, there will still be a little impact, but to the extent I can overcome it." Di Ying repeated the theory he heard from Xin Yi, "Xin Yi said that psychological trauma is like a bone fracture, even if it is completely Healing will also leave traces. Isn’t there that kind of bridge where people still rely on broken bones to confirm their identity many years after death?”

Ling Ji lowered his eyes, thoughtful.

Seeing that Ling Ji stopped asking, Di Ying tentatively asked, "Why are you afraid of fire?"

Ling Ji's eyes drifted aside, and seeing his eyes, Di Ying guessed that the next sentence might not be the truth.

"I too... When I was a child... There was a fire at home..."

"Small problem," Di Ying said without breaking it, "If you need it, I can introduce Xin Yi to you. He is an authoritative expert in this field. He guarantees that you will be good at lighting and cooking in half a year."

"Are you talking about an expert from New Oriental?" Ling Ji complained helplessly.

Di Ying pushed the man into the house: "Go in and take your time, I'll clean up here."

Seeing Ling Ji go upstairs with his own eyes, Di Ying immediately called Xin Yi: "Brother, do you still remember why I met you back then?"

The other person sighed: "I remember that you obediently called me uncle."

"I wasn't ten years old at the time. Isn't it normal to call you uncle? Now I call you brother to praise you for your eternal youth."

Xin Yi smiled where he couldn't see: "You are such a good and polite boy. Tell me, why do you suddenly think of asking this?"

"The house caught fire just now... No, no, it's just a little spark, it's not serious... I'm fine, but Ling Ji's reaction is unusual."

Di Ying described Ling Ji's reaction in detail when it caught fire.

After listening patiently, Xin Yi analyzed: "From your description, it looks like a symptom of PTSD. When I first met you, let alone the real fire, you would have a stress reaction even when you saw the image of the fire."

"I should have thought of it a long time ago," Di Ying blamed himself, "his reaction was abnormal when I lit the fire before, why didn't I see it then?"

"It's not your responsibility. Most people don't think so much."

"But I am not an ordinary person. I have experienced the same medical history. I know what it feels like."

The most painful thing about the torment of fire post-traumatic disorder is not the onset of the fire, but the endless flashbacks of memories.

Di Ying asked urgently: "Brother, if you can heal me, can you also heal Ling Ji?"

"It's hard to say. People's experiences are different. At least everyone knows the reason why you are afraid of fire. I just need to guide you to come out slowly. The treatment is much less difficult."

Xin Yi continued to analyze: "But although I have only met Ling Ji once, I can feel that his psychological defense value is relatively high. If he is unwilling to tell the real reason, I can't help him."

"Is there no way? How about I arrange for him to meet you more?"

"If the patient doesn't want to accept it subjectively, forcing him to see a psychiatrist will be counterproductive."

Xin Yi gave him an idea: "Why don't you communicate with him more, and hang out with him if you can, so that he can trust you."

"He has to trust me before he can trust you, right? I get it. I'll tell you the truth. I just discovered his little secret. I don't think it's difficult to cultivate intimacy."

Di Ying hung up the phone and suddenly remembered something that he had neglected.

"not good!"

He ran to the bedroom, and the previous weak Ling Ji was gone, replaced by the familiar Bingshan actor.

"You," Di Ying laughed dryly, "you recovered fairly quickly."

His eyes fell on Ling Ji's hands. Earlier he was worried that these hands were too cold, but now he is no longer worried.

Because Ling Ji held a few warm babies in his hands, the ones he used to artificially warm his forehead.

Ling Ji's hands should have warmed up, but his voice was still cold: "I suddenly remembered, don't you have a cold?"

"...Yeah, cough cough cough cough!"

"You were down there for so long just now, but you didn't cough a single sound." Ling Ji pierced it mercilessly.

"Guess what, you stoked the fire too hard and cured me of the flu, doctor!"

Ling Ji seemed to be annoyed, and threw the warm baby in his hand: "Mr. Di, if you are sick, go to the doctor, and if you are not sick, don't pretend to be sick. Isn't it fun to watch others do this and that for you?"

Di Ying just planned to build trust with him, but lost his trust. He was still bragging on his front foot, but his back foot turned over.

He couldn't say that he was pretending to be sick to test whether you had a crush on me, but when he didn't know how to explain it, a black shadow slipped past his feet, and Di Ying seemed to see a savior.

"Teacher Ling, look! What is this?" He grabbed the thing and showed it to the other party.

Ling Ji's expression gradually became indescribable: "...Xiao Ao?"

Xiao Ao lowered her head guiltily: "Zhi..."

Xiao Ao also bravely participated in the battle when Di Ying extinguished the fire. His white hair was blacker than Li Kui. It was funny and distressed to watch.

Sure enough, when Xiao Ao was involved, Ling Ji forgot everything, and walked quickly to check Xiao Ao carefully from head to toe.

"What's the matter with you, don't run away when you are on fire, do you know how dangerous fire is!"

Ling Ji was very anxious, afraid that it might make a mistake.

Di Ying spoke for it: "When it caught fire, it was Xiao Ao who ran up to ask for help. You didn't see how hard it tried to save you."

After finishing speaking, he bowed his head and praised it: "As expected of my son, he is so smart!"

Xiao Ao was praised, and raised her head proudly: "Squeak!"

After inspection, it was found that the small hole was only smoked into a carbon ball, and the fur was intact. Ling Ji breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, no injuries, if you are burned to—"

Ling Ji's voice stopped abruptly, if Xiao Ao was burned, he would feel extremely guilty, but he couldn't say such a thing.

Di Ying spoke the second half of the sentence for him: "—that fur is worthless, no one wants to buy a scarf with a hole in it, don't you?"

Xiaoao wriggled and protested: "Squeak! Squeak!"

"It's awkward, you really look like a black mouse when you twist and turn like this—ahhhhhh!"

Xiao Ao bit Di Ying's hand tightly, but Di Ying couldn't shake it off no matter what.

After cooperating with each other as if playing tricks, Ling Ji succeeded in making Ling Ji smile.

After this battle, Di Ying seems to have mastered the two magic weapons to calm Ling Ji - food and Xiaoao.

No matter how angry Bingshan Movie King is, as long as he sacrifices these two magic weapons, the movie king's temperament will be transferred.

To be honest, it's quite coaxing.

The bathtub is filled with warm water, and when Xiaoao meets the water, it is like returning to the home field, and it is a joy to swim up and down.

Di Ying and Ling Ji both rolled up their sleeves, sitting side by side by the bathtub washing minks.

Rather than washing the mink, it is better to call it watching the mink and playing in the water. Xiao Ao swims so fast in the water that two people can't catch it at all.

Di Ying aimed at Xiao Ao's position, stretched out his hand to grab it, Xiao Ao slipped through his fingers, Diao missed, and caught Ling Ji's underwater hand.

Ling Ji was startled, tried to break free, tried again, turned his head and questioned with his eyes.

Di Ying pretended to be wronged: "I didn't mean to."

Ling Ji didn't know that people can be so thick-skinned. It wasn't intentional to catch him, so wasn't it intentional not to let go?Did someone put 502 on his hands?

"It was my fault for pretending to be sick." Di Ying took the opportunity to apologize.

"..." Ling Ji pulled his hand away forcefully, Di Ying thought that he hadn't forgiven himself yet.

Ling Ji wet the towel, then wrung it silently, then turned to wipe the marks on Di Ying's face.

His eyes fell on Di Ying's cheeks, ears, and neck blackened by the smoke, but he didn't look at him.

Di Ying, on the other hand, stared at him intently without blinking his eyes.

His people remained motionless, for fear that they would do something to scare away the rarely proactive Teacher Ling.

It's a pity that I can't keep my mouth open.

"My smoky makeup hasn't been photographed yet, so Teacher Ling wiped it off for me."

Ling Ji cleaned him up little by little, and said indifferently, "What are you doing taking pictures?"

"You can keep it as a commemoration. It's the first time Teacher Ling set fire to the yard at home, and you can also post it on Weibo."

At this moment, Ling Ji gave him a disgusted look.

"It's true, the fans all know that I was on fire during filming, so they didn't even put up the red light sign when cheering. If they knew that my house was on fire, they would definitely be so distressed that they couldn't breathe."

The grime on Di Ying's face was cleaned off, and Ling Ji put down the towel.

"Then tell me, why did you pretend to be sick and lie to me?"

"I can't say it, it's embarrassing."

"Have you done too many embarrassing things?"

"Not a lot," Di Ying said sincerely, "but I still want to save the precarious image in your heart."

Ling Ji hesitated to speak, obviously he didn't say anything, but Di Ying guessed what he originally wanted to say as if he had the ability to read his mind.

——If you don’t do anything, maybe the current image is still very beautiful.

If he hadn't been so drunk that night and went to look for him when he woke up the next day, wouldn't the two of them have already achieved a positive result?

Ling Ji was uncomfortably stared at by him, and stepped back: "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking, am I good at taking shortcuts far and turning straight paths?"

"...I thought your ambition was to be a trailblazer."

"Teacher Ling, I have decided."

Ling Ji instinctively felt that the following words were not good.

"It doesn't matter if your previous attitude towards me was whether you worshiped me like an idol, or you still loved me so hard."

"..."

"Even if you had any fantasies about me before, it was based on my persona in front of the camera, plus the beautification in your mind, a fictional illusion."

"........."

"If you keep chasing that illusion, you will be disillusioned with the real me. So, you can forget about him, because in reality you have better choices."

Ling Ji looked at him, keeping a distance and at the same time showing pity for the mentally handicapped.

"From today onwards, I will formally pursue you myself."

"Let's meet up."

The small concave drilled out from the bottom of the water, like a high-speed rotating drill bit, drying the water on the body, and the water splashed everywhere.

One subconsciously hides, the other subconsciously helps, Ling Ji is inexplicably trapped in his arms again.

Xiao Ao rested her front paws on the edge of the bathtub, and yelled happily: "Squeak!"