Iceberg actor gave birth to a mink for me

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Meng Lu wanted to go to another place and sent Xiao Ao back early in the morning.

She knew very well that her son would not get up at this time, and the person who came out to pick up Xiao Ao was Ling Ji.

As soon as Xiao Ao saw him, she happily jumped on her shoulders and kissed him on the cheek.

Ling Ji in front of Meng Lu is a polite young man.

"Thank you, Sister Lu, for helping us take care of Xiaoao."

"Why are you being polite, Xiao Ao is cute and well-behaved. If it wasn't for the fear that you would be reluctant to part with her, I wouldn't even want to send it back."

When Xiao Ao went there, he brought one bag, but when he came back, he had two bags.

"You bought something for him again, and Xiaoao's things are almost too much to fit."

"A New Year's gift, no matter what, you should buy it. There are also yours and Di Ying's. You have worked hard in the past year."

Ling Ji had no relatives since he was a child, and no one bought him gifts during the festivals. Hearing what Meng Lu said, his heart warmed.

He didn't continue to thank him, so as not to make this hard-won family relationship seem unfamiliar.

Meng Lu didn't look carefully just now, but now she found that the size of Ling Ji's pajamas was not right.

Then she recognized who the real owner of the pajamas was, with a knowing smile on her face.

Seeing her sudden smile, Ling Ji seemed to realize something, and argued incoherently: "No...this is actually..."

Meng Lu interrupted him with a look of "I'm from here." "There's nothing to be shy about. Young people should be like this. Seeing that you two get along so well, I feel relieved."

Ling Ji said in a tone that no one could believe, "It's not what you think..."

"Okay," Meng Lu glanced at the time, "I'm going to catch a plane, isn't it time for you to join the team in two days? While there is still vacation, enjoy the world of the two of you."

Meng Lu waved at Xiao Ao: "Bye Xiao Ao!"

Xiaoao waved paws at the young grandma.

Di Ying didn't expect that he would fall asleep sitting up, and when he woke up, his neck and shoulders were sore everywhere.

The blanket on her body is never absent, it would be even better if there was a beauty in the blanket.

He was rubbing his stiff neck when he suddenly heard a strange movement from the second floor.

Looking at the reputation, Di Ying's first reaction was: What monster?

This monster has the head of a ferret, a toilet paper roll from neck to waist, and a round belly with a twitching tail.

The monster struggled desperately, and the sound he heard was the crackling sound of the paper tube hitting the ground.

It writhed and retreated, trying to get rid of it but couldn't. It retreated from the bedroom to the stairs, stepped on the steps with one foot, bounced and rolled down from the stairs, hit the wall and was bounced away. Rolled back under the action of gravity, so repeated several times before completely stopping.

This picture is so wonderful that it can be ranked in the TOP3 annual list of animal sand sculpture behaviors, and Di Ying couldn't help laughing.

Ling Ji heard the laughter and came out to see what was going on, Xiao Ao was lying on the ground wrapped in a paper tube, looking up pitifully, flicking her innocent little tail.

"squeak……"

Ling Ji was both angry and funny: "It's so miserable, you still laugh, if you didn't feed Xiaoao so fat, how could it get stuck?"

Di Ying laughed so hard that his abs almost joined the sore army: "You can't rely on his father for everything. His father has fed it, but he has never taught it to drill toilet paper tubes. Which parent would consider it when feeding a child? It won't be a factor of not being able to wear a toilet paper tube."

Even the manufacturer of toilet paper can't think of this, otherwise it will definitely make a note on the package - underage ferrets please use this roll under the care of their guardians.

Ling Ji walked over and picked up Xiao Ao.

"Xiao Ao's next physical examination will turn on a red light, and it depends on you what to do."

"If my son's physical examination shows a red light, we will change the physical examination standards. We are fat and self-willed. Hey, don't pick it up yet, put it back on the second floor."

Ling Ji didn't understand: "What are you doing?"

"Just now I was too busy laughing, so I didn't have time to make a video."

"...Are you a devil?"

"Squeak!" Xiaoao agreed deeply.

Fortunately, Ling Ji didn't join forces with Di Ying, Xiao Ao regained his freedom, shook his messy hair, jumped off Ling Ji's body, and ran away without looking back, for fear of being caught by his unscrupulous father to make a short video .

Xiao Ao: Not every Northeast ferret wants to debut quickly!

Only then did Di Ying's attention shift to Ling Ji, he looked him up and down seriously, and stretched out his hand: "Come here."

"..." Ling Ji walked over as if nothing had happened.

Di Ying tugged at his wrist, and pulled him closer to him for a closer look.

"Hou Ying has been here?"

Ling Ji blurted out his denial: "How is that possible."

"Then what is Teacher Ling doing in my pajamas?"

Ling Ji's eyes drifted aside: "I washed mine, but I didn't dry it, so I just found something to wear."

"Oh—" Di Ying made a long and meaningful sound.

Usually, when this scene progresses, Ling Ji should walk away in a fit of shame, leaving behind intriguing pink ears.

But today, Ling Ji was uncharacteristically, he didn't shake off his hand, only his wandering eyes didn't know where to go.

It seems to be dressed like this on purpose to seduce him, but there is only evil heart, no evil courage.

What a good day it is today. He burned incense during the Chinese New Year and won the lottery. Why did Ling Ji make a breakthrough in his attitude towards himself? The winter is not over yet, but the ice shell that wrapped it outside has melted Mostly.

Thinking about it carefully, he didn't seem to have done anything, but expressed his determination at the dinner table at Dao Xin's house. Could it be that the secret to moving Ling Ji is here?

"Ms. Ling, is there anything particularly happy today?"

Ling Ji lowered her eyelashes, almost writing the word "lie" on her forehead.

"Isn't it a happy event to be in Director Xin's play?"

"It counts, but when I introduced you to Director Xin for the first time, you were quite reluctant. You always felt that things were not that simple. Could it be that Teacher Ling has the awareness of an actor and is ready to dedicate himself to being a director?"

If Ling Ji is not even angry about this, then Di Ying seems to be sorry for his good brother if he doesn't do anything.

Ling Ji pursed his lips: "The director is awake, are you hungry?"

"Hungry." Di Ying's voice was hoarse.

"I'm going to make breakfast."

He was dragged back before taking half a step, "Material food can't satisfy me."

The signal in Di Ying's eyes was obvious, and Ling Ji's attitude of refusing or welcoming was also obvious. Just when Di Ying felt that everything was just right, the next movement moved his stiff shoulders, and he subconsciously took a breath.

"hiss--"

The painful expression attracted Ling Ji's concern: "What's wrong with you?"

At the critical moment, the king of falling chains is none other than Di Ying.

"I fell asleep while sitting on top of the red wine last night, as if I had a stiff neck."

The atmosphere that had been brewing disappeared in an instant.

"Then lie down and I'll massage you."

Di Ying rubbed her neck, thinking she heard it wrong: "What did Teacher Ling say?"

"I used to be a martial arts stand-in, and my muscles were often sore. By the way, I learned some relaxation techniques."

It's possible that Ling Ji thought of being reserved when he said this: "If you don't want to, forget it."

"Forget it, Doctor Ling, my whole shoulder and neck hurts like hell, and I need my little hands to massage it to get better."

Ling Ji hesitated instead: "Are you sure? I have strong hands."

"That's just right, let me experience Doctor Ling's great strength."

After Dr. Ling's slender hand was pressed down, Di Ying realized that his words were not modest.

Aim the knuckles at the painful acupuncture point, press vertically and rotate vigorously, and then push away to the end along the trend of the muscle.

This feeling is like throwing the three raw materials of soreness, pain and coolness into a juicer, crushing them together and injecting them into the sensory nerves, and then adding a multiplier. The brain is dominated by the three senses in turn.

Di Ying, who was very confident in her ability to endure pain, let out a sigh between pain and pleasure almost instantly, leaving only one thought in her mind:

In the future, when we quarrel at the head of the bed, we may need to weigh it a little bit, so as not to die in battle if we don't persist until the end of the bed.

Hearing Di Ying's pain, Xiao Ao ran over and jumped up and down, holding Ling Ji's hand to keep him from moving.

"What's wrong with Xiaoao?" Ling Ji asked puzzled.

"Did it think we were fighting, came to persuade the fight, and stopped you from attacking me?"

Di Ying tried to figure out the psychology of a mink.

"Xiao Ao is good, mom is treating dad, there is no quarrel."

"Squeak?" Xiaoao tilted her head.

Di Ying half propped herself up from the mat, pulled Ling Ji over and kissed her: "Look, Mom and Dad are very loving."

"Squeak!" Xiao Ao didn't believe it, and refused to let go.

Di Ying nodded to his face, and Ling Ji did some mental training before quickly kissing him back.

Di Ying: "Do you believe it now?"

Xiao Ao finally let go of Ling Ji's hand, and rolled around between the two of them acting like a baby, kissing this one, kissing that one.

Di Ying was very satisfied: "My son is not bad, at least I know it's time to help my father this time, and it's worthwhile to feed you with big fish and meat every meal, and eat you all in the paper roll."

He joked again: "Doctor Ling really has to deal with it ruthlessly, even his son can't stand it anymore."

Ling Ji was still blushing because of the kiss back just now: "Be patient a little longer, it won't hurt until you press all of them away."

"Of course." Di Ying obediently got down again, and said with a pun, "I can bear it as long as Dr. Ling asks me."

After the violence was released, Di Ying finally enjoyed the real "pressing with little hands".

Ling Ji's gentle way is still very professional, if it wasn't for Di Ying who woke up, he would almost fall asleep again.

After the service of sticks and carrots, Di Ying felt refreshed all over. She got up and moved her neck and shoulders, and everything felt relaxed and pain-free.

"Doctor Ling, I'm convinced. Even a professional would be ashamed of your skill. When you massage others, do they praise you like that?"

"I haven't pressed anyone else, how would I know."

"Great, I was just thinking, you know I'm a Scorpio, possessive and vengeful, if Dr. Ling opens a medical clinic, I can't help but smash the scene and drive away a pair of customers, You are only allowed to serve me alone."

It was only then that Ling Ji realized that he had dug another hole and set his own words.

But he wasn't angry, and his heart was warm, and he threw the clothes that Di Ying had taken off to him: "Put it on quickly, you may catch a cold just after the massage."

Di Ying joked with him while wearing it: "What aspect of brother's figure are you not satisfied with?"

Ling Ji turned his head away, "I'm going to cook."

Teacher Ling is going to cook, which is really exciting. Di Ying is mentally prepared, as long as he can't die from eating, he will boast to death.

He threw himself on the sofa and swiped his phone.

Yu Jingji sent seven messages on WeChat, reminding Di Ying that Weibo will be open for the new year.

Di Ying couldn't hide, so he took a random selfie to deal with it.

@迪影: Stiff neck for the first time in the New Year [Slack Neck Handsome Guy.jpg]

Di Ying's fans have been waiting for food for a long time. What is the experience of falling in love with an idol who doesn't like to talk, doesn't like to post photos, and doesn't even bother to post on Weibo?

Of course, even if the other party only uttered a full stop, they would all yell, "So round, so round."

"Brother, have you finally remembered that you still have a Weibo?"

"Today I took the initiative to post a selfie, who told me if the end of the world is here?"

"Why do you have a stiff neck? Let my sister rub it for you."

Although his Weibo and his fans control the field, there are also some discordant voices.

For example, Ling Ji's fans, who had been displeased with Di Ying after the previous conflict, came to attack him face-to-face:

"I heard that someone wanted to be in Director Xin's play. He didn't compete with the juniors of the same school. He insisted on acquaintances and gave himself the title of intern director. The whole group laughed heartily. Let's not say who it is. If the same school is excellent, it's over. gone."

— "How did the same family get this role, please be a little bit measured. If it wasn't for my brother's recommendation, could Director Xin give a traffic look?"

——"Excellent juniors rely on strength, and outdated seniors rely on family."

——"Your junior is so good, why do you have to bring my brother's watch to Xin Dao's birthday banquet? Could it be that I can't afford it?"

The fans of the two families were extremely excited, and Di Ying couldn't find what he wanted to watch after scrolling for a long time.

Why are the sisters of Ji Erying so restrained, they have no sense of presence in front of the master, and they really abide by the rules of the fandom?

If Wei fans on both sides are so ignorant, he will rise up and let everyone know the power of CP fans.

He switched to the trumpet and found that Shi Lu had just posted a New Year's car.

No wonder all the members of Shueisha were absent. If there is a car to see, who wants to see his selfie.

[At midnight on New Year's Eve, Di Ying took the hotel room directly opposite the "New Year" billboard, pressed the person against the floor-to-ceiling window glass, and asked the other person in a hoarse voice, are you satisfied with the New Year's gift I gave you? 】

【Fire trees and silver flowers outside the window, while the voice of the man inside the window was fragmented, sobbing and unable to answer. 】

[On the other side of the street, there are pure white angels descending to the world; on this side of the street, angels have fallen, and their white wings are scattered all over the place.Heaven and hell are often only one street away. 】

Di Ying finished reading it with admiration, and it was too much to underestimate Shi Lu as a fan of humanities, she was simply his bosom friend.

Not only has insight into the details, but also keeps pace with the times, and every thought is based on Di Ying's point.

He had to check to see if there was a hotel directly across from the billboard and plan ahead.

The strong scent of mature vinegar came from the kitchen, so strong that it was a bit pungent, and Xiao Ao, who happened to play here, sneezed.

Di Ying snapped his fingers, and Xiao Ao jumped on top of him tacitly.

"Go and see how your mother fancy-fried the kitchen today."

There are two fried poached eggs on the plate of the sink, the color is dark, and the preliminary prediction is that the dark soy sauce is used as soy sauce. I don’t know if it will have a surprising taste.

Ling Ji might be afraid that he might misunderstand, so he rushed to say: "It's mine."

"That's such a coincidence, I was just about to try out what's different about the little stove Teacher Ling gave me."

Before he stepped forward to stop him, Di Ying acted first, a fried egg went into his stomach, and his handsome features were crowded together.

"Ms. Ling, is it because I have an affair with a certain female celebrity recently, which made you unhappy again, why is this jealousy like no money?"

Ling Ji was hit hard: "I made poached eggs with vinegar."

"No," Di Ying corrected, "it's obviously poached eggs."

Xiao Ao was curious, so Di Ying dipped the tip of his chopsticks in some soup and gave it to him: "Do you want to try it too?"

Xiaoao stretched out her small tongue and licked it, shaking from head to tail like an electric shock.

Di Ying gave it a history lesson in a serious manner: "Son, do you know where the beautiful Diaochan is from? Xinzhou, Shanxi. You are a Diao, and you are so greedy. You have to kill a bottle of old vinegar without changing your face to be worthy of your ancestors." .”

"Zhizhi!" Xiao Ao couldn't understand, but cooperated quite seriously.

"Then have another bite!"

Xiaoao trembled more than before, like a pickup that would discharge electricity.

Ling Ji stretched out his hand to grab it: "It's not for the two of you, what are you doing with your son?"

Di Ying ate the other poached egg ahead of Ling Ji, so as not to share the sourness between the two.

"What kind of poached eggs do you want to eat, I will teach you. You don't feel sorry for the vinegar, you also feel sorry for the chicken. Laying an egg is not easy."

"...I want to eat the kind you added to the instant noodles last time."

Glancing through the video, Ling Ji thought about it for several days, with no promise.

Di Ying circled people in front of the stove, pouring oil, beating eggs, and adding seasonings... Naturally, he couldn't find any problems.

"Here, like this, first boil the oil, then turn the heat to low. Beat the eggs into a bowl, sprinkle salt evenly, and then slowly pour them into the frying pan, so that the shape will not be messed up..."

Ling Ji's graceful nape is in front of his eyes. He has taken a shower, his hair has not been dried, and there is still a little moisture in the hair.Sniff carefully, and you can smell the refreshing aroma of the shampoo covered by the aroma of vinegar, which is the same bottle that Di Ying used.

With such a smell, it was as if Di Ying had covered him with his own smell. He deliberately slowed down the frying process to artificially lengthen the teaching time.

The perfectly fried egg came out of the pan. Ling Ji tasted it, his eyes sparkled, and he turned his head between chopsticks and fed it to Di Ying: "Try it."

Of course Di Ying knew the taste of the omelette made by himself was good, but this gesture was too intimate to refuse.

Xiao Ao saw these two people, you feed me, I feed you, why is it not her turn, she was a little anxious, grabbed the corner of Di Ying's clothes and pulled hard, making a "woo woo" sound deep in her throat.

The father, who was dazzled by love, remembered that he had a son.

No wonder people always say that after having children, the love between husband and wife will fade.

This statement is also true in reverse. With love, children are redundant.

For this meal, Yu Xiaoao got a lot of fish, which was compensation for being forgotten by his parents.

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The author has something to say:

Xiaoao: Dad, am I smart?

Di Ying: You are my son, who is smart if you are not smart?

Xiao Ao: Then why do people say this is a sable article? I am a smart sable, so where is the sable?

Di Ying: Silly boy, the sand sculptures are all in the comment section.

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