Iceberg actor gave birth to a mink for me

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Ling Ji wandered off several times while recording the program, the staff did not complain, and politely asked him to make up the parts that were wrong.

During the intermission, some people came to him and told him to cheer up and support him forever, which made Ling Ji not know how to deal with it.

Wang Po's melon was too big, so Yun couldn't help but eat two bites.

It is said that he confessed in the live broadcast for half an hour and failed to explain his crime. The police locked the source of the live broadcast signal, forcibly opened the door and handcuffed him away. This farce that shocked the people of the country came to an end.

Xiao Yi showed him the messages sent by Di Ying while she was resting. The first few messages showed Xiao Ao sleeping soundly in various positions, and the last message asked Ling Ji to make a video call with him after work.

Ling Ji was busy until late at night to call it a day, and the video was called, and the other person picked it up in seconds.

"What's the matter with Mr. Wang?"

"I've been waiting for you all night, and the first question you care about is the old Wang next door."

"...Is Xiao Ao asleep?" Ling Ji asked another nonsense.

"Shall I wake it up and talk to you?"

"No!" Ling Ji said quickly.

"Your son is in my hands, you'd better choose what I like to hear."

After Ling Ji had been busy for a while, he sat down, and Di Ying's face in the video quickly collapsed.

"What do you eat?"

Ling Ji picked up a pair of chopsticks to make instant noodles, blew them to cool, and put them into his mouth reservedly, replacing answers with practical actions.

"Why are you eating instant noodles again?"

Ling Ji continued to eat in small bites: "I bought everything."

He stayed at Di Ying's house during this time, and he really didn't have much chance to eat instant noodles. If he didn't hurry up and eat them, his stock would expire.

"Didn't I transfer pocket money to Xiao Yi? Why are you living so wronged?"

"No grievance," Ling Ji blew on the instant noodles for a while, "I soaked two packs."

"..."

Di Ying got up and disappeared within the range of the camera.

Ling Ji had an ominous premonition: "Where are you going?"

"Find out the instant noodles you didn't take with you and shred your body."

"Impossible!" Ling Ji was in a hurry, "Just don't buy these after eating."

"Hmph." The movement from outside the screen was noncommittal.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Di Ying reappeared in the camera, holding a steaming bowl.

"...how did you eat it?"

"Accelerate the elimination of stored food."

Di Ying is very self-disciplined in how he treats his body. As long as he is at home, he not only insists on exercising every day, but also is extremely picky about the ingredients in his body.

His three meals are organic high-quality protein, fresh fruits and vegetables, and whole grains. He doesn't touch instant noodles, a processed fast food.

Ling Ji is the least particular about food in this family. He eats a lot and is not picky. He eats what he has, as much as he gives.

So when Ling Ji saw Di Ying eating instant noodles, he felt complicated, thinking that he was implicated.

"Sister Jing, if she knows that you eat instant noodles for supper, maybe she will miss you for a long time."

"I just say that those who are close to ink are black, and go astray."

Di Ying and him ate noodles face to face across the screen, like two down-and-out food and broadcast hosts.

"I added poached eggs to my instant noodles, do you have any?"

Di Ying picked up the poached egg and showed it in front of the camera.

The chopsticks pierced the outer layer, and the golden yellow core flowed out.

"There are also small vegetables." Di Ying continued to be stunned.

"The soup base for cooking noodles is beef broth, and the frozen broth is frozen in the refrigerator, and you can take it whenever you want to cook noodles." Chef Di introduced Addiction.

Ling Ji: ...the instant noodles in the bowl suddenly became stale.

The two finished the video after eating the instant noodles. Ling Ji recorded another whole day the next day and came back on the night flight. Xiao Yi contacted the ground in advance while still in the aisle of the plane to confirm that the security personnel were in place.

After Ling Ji became popular, there are many fans every time he picks up and drops off the airport. This time, he took a break and predicted that the number of people coming to pick up the airport will only increase. As his brother's only assistant, Xiaoyi shoulders a heavy responsibility.

Xiao Yi took precautions and applied for more security than usual. Even so, she was still startled by the crowds of people when she got out of the boarding gate.

"I'll go, why are there so many people today, the support club is collectively building?"

Many reporters—not just media reporters—carrying long guns and short cannons, their microphones passed over the security guards, eager to hit Ling Ji in the face.

"May I ask what you think about Mr. Wang of Tianliang Group being detained last night?"

"You are one of the artists he suppressed, do you know why he surrendered himself live?"

Xiaoyi protected Ling Ji with her not-so-great body, and pushed the reporters away to open the way for him.

"Give way! Ling Ji was out of town yesterday, so he doesn't know and won't answer relevant questions! Please make way!"

Apart from reporters and proxy shooters, the largest number of people were fans.

After Mr. Wang confessed his evil deeds last night, the media dug up all the tricks that Ling Ji had filmed in "Transformation" over the years. The more pictures he found, the more distressed the fans.

Many people stayed up all night, their eyes were red and swollen from crying, and they cried all day during the day, and came to pick up the plane at night.

"Brother, you have been wronged!"

"Why didn't you tell us, if I knew about crowdfunding, I would beat up Wang to vent my anger!"

"That man surnamed Wang is simply not human. I hope he will be imprisoned and never come out to harm my brother again!"

Ling Ji covered his face with large sunglasses, only showing his thin lips pursed into a line.

Every time Xiao Yi saw him like this, she felt that he looked more indifferent than usual. If she didn't wear sunglasses, Ling Ji's eyes would still have warmth.

"Aren't you not allowed to pick up the plane at night? It's not safe for girls to be outside so late, how can the family feel relieved?"

The fans were even more moved.

"My brother never makes us worry, but he does worry about our safety."

"It'll be fine. Today is New Year's Eve. Everyone is celebrating the New Year outside."

"Who is my brother spending New Year's Eve with tonight? With someone from the company?"

I don't know what point Ling Ji was touched by this sentence, and his steps quickened a bit.

However, the distance from the boarding gate to the exit was still extremely difficult, and the security guards tried their best to isolate the crowd at the exit.

The car Dishi sent to pick him up was not a nanny car, but an extended limousine. Ling Ji didn't think there was anything wrong, and he got in the car and rushed towards the fans, waving their hands symbolically, causing a lot of screams.

After getting in the car, I realized that there were other people in the car.

"Why are you here?" Ling Ji took off his sunglasses, revealing warm eyes.

"It's not obvious yet, of course it's a pick-up."

Di Ying sat in the innermost place, avoiding being photographed by the camera, hiding well.

"You come out so late, who is watching Xiaoao?"

"Squeak!"

"Surprise!"

Ren Diao spoke in unison, and Di Ying's English was more like an translation of Xiao Ao's speech.

Xiao Ao wore a red shawl tonight, with white fur on the shawl, and two fur balls hanging from the lace.

As soon as it shook its head, the fur ball followed suit.

After seeing its attire clearly, Ling Ji subconsciously raised a shallow arc at the corner of his mouth.

He hugged Xiao Ao into his arms: "Why are you staying up so late? Where did you get the shawl? Did Dad buy it?"

"Zhi Zhi! Zhi!" Xiao Ao sang with him, as if in a conversation, threw himself on his face and kissed him again and again.

The identity of Master Diying Diaoyu is online.

"Of course I don't sleep because I'm waiting for you. Dad not only bought a shawl for Xiao Ao, but also a share for the whole family."

He took out two identical red scarves from his pocket.

"Impartiality, rain and dew are even."

"Don't you dislike red?" Ling Ji asked.

"There was a period of time when I couldn't see it at all," Di Ying helped him bring it up. "I lose my temper when I see red things. Chinese New Year is a nightmare for the whole family. Everyone has to be careful and hide all the red things I can see." stand up."

He recalls the past with ease now, but between the lines he can still taste the difficulty of the past.

"In the most serious year, I couldn't even hear the sound of firecrackers. When I heard that sound, I would think of sparks and gun clothes. I spent the Spring Festival with Xin Yi that year. I didn't want to see any of my family members. Accompany me to give up celebrating the New Year with my family. On New Year’s Eve, just the two of us, no firecrackers, no couplets.”

"When I was young, I was ignorant, and everyone coaxed me into thinking that I was the center of the world. Later, I found out that Xin Yi's grandfather died of illness that year, and he had the opportunity to spend the last Spring Festival with his grandfather."

A hand reached out and gently squeezed his hand.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Di Ying froze for a moment, then patted Ling Ji's hand in relief.

"Xin Yi didn't expect that it was his grandfather who cured me in the end. I did understand a lot of things after that. If I let my fear go, it will not only hurt me, but also the people around me. If the people I value in the future Appear, I want to be the armor that protects him, not the weakness that drags him down, for this goal, I must have no weaknesses."

He wrapped the same red scarf loosely around his neck twice, and a dimple came out of the scarf gap, adding a piece of natural fur to him.The two of them clearly wore couple scarves, but Di Ying looked more noble.

"I still don't like red, but Chinese New Year should look like Chinese New Year. Does the scarf you choose look good?"

"It's not bad." Excessive praise would make him proud, and Ling Ji praised it very reservedly.

When the pedestrian street arrived, Di Ying pulled Ling Ji out of the car.

It was cold outside at midnight in late December.

Ling Ji only wore a windbreaker for the image of the airport, but he couldn't feel the cold.

"Cold?"

Ling Ji shook his head.

Di Ying took the opportunity to hug him, Ling Ji froze but did not struggle.

The streets are decorated with lights and festoons, the voices are buzzing, and romantic songs are playing on the radio.The clock is about to strike midnight, and the city shows no sign of going to sleep.

People are happily gathering outside, preparing to usher in the new year soberly.

Outside the mall, two aerial work vehicles were parked, and several workers in thick overalls were working together to remove the Tianliang billboard from the outer wall of the building.

The workers kept pushing the cold air out as they spoke.

"I remember that this billboard has been hanging here since the street was built, about six or seven years ago."

"At the beginning, I hung it up with my own hands. Unexpectedly, I took it off with my own hands today."

"The mall must feel unlucky for their boss to do such immoral things. They wish to withdraw quickly. I think this company will go bankrupt sooner or later."

The old billboard was unloaded, and a brand new billboard was hoisted by the crane and moved slowly towards this side.

The new billboards are covered with bright red cloth, and workers hold walkie-talkies to direct drivers.

"Come, come, go a little further, go west, go west, pass, go back a little—"

Ling Ji looked around and saw the milk tea shop that Di Ying went out to buy in the cold the night before yesterday.

"What did you bring me here for?"

Di Ying teased him jokingly: "You gave me such a lovely son, I have to give you a gift."

"What kind of gift, it won't be full sugar milk tea again?"

Di Ying smiled, pretending to look up casually.

Aerial workers fix new billboards in place, shouting into walkie-talkies.

"Click on the left side, is the opposite side okay?"

"The right side is also aligned. Is there any problem on the ground?"

"The ground is fine and can be fixed."

"The fix is ​​over, adjust the lighting."

ka ka ka-

More than a dozen spotlights were turned on at the same time, and the dazzling white light focused on the billboard, turning part of the night into day.

"The lighting is OK, it can be unveiled."

"Get ready, three two one—"

The hand of God pressed the time slow down button, and the huge red cloth fell down, and the flawless figure slowly lifted the red hijab.

With a pure white background, Ling Ji, wearing a clean white sweater, closed his eyes and raised his head, as if praying silently.The slender eyelashes are condensed with ice crystals, as transparent as an angel's heart.

There are no advertising words or brand LOGO, and there are only two simple Chinese characters on the entire giant screen.

--newborn

Ling Ji's eyes on the ground widened little by little, from surprise to shock, then to incredulity.

He looked at the two-dimensional self, and Di Ying looked at the three-dimensional him, lively and within reach.

Passers-by stopped and the girls screamed softly.

"It's so beautiful, is it Ling Ji?"

Someone clutched his chest: "Suddenly I was hit. It turns out that I am a superficial dog."

Some people covered their mouths: "What should I do, I really want to cry."

Ling Ji under the spotlight has become the new center of the world, and every passerby who passes by here can't help looking up.

Chaos will eventually sink to the ground, and he is destined to return to glory.

"Snowing!"

It was said that the land was raised.

Di Ying raised her head, just in time for a snowflake to flutter and fall in front of her eyes, and landed on the scarf, turning into an undetectable tide.

"Ah, it's really snowing."

In the colorful lights, more and more snowflakes fell from the sky, matching the atmosphere of the billboard.

Ling Ji was like the real person walking down from that, staring at the whole world with pure eyes, as if seeing everything for the first time.

He stretched out his hand, letting the first snowflake born in this world fall on his palm.

"Do you like it? A gift from me."

Ling Ji turned his head and focused on the god who created the new world for him.

The shadow of God reflected in the eyes, clear and clear.

The countdown sounded in the square, and countless men and women shouted in unison:

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one!"

The New Year's bell echoes over the city.

Di Ying raised his hand to clasp the back of Ling Ji's head, pulled him towards him, and kissed him lightly on the forehead.

"Happy New Year."