Iceberg actor gave birth to a mink for me

Di Ying has relied on acting skills for more than [-] years, but she never thought that she was also talented in decoration.

This luxurious baby room made by him, the person who has the most regrets in life, can't wait to be born again to experience the life of a baby.

He appreciates the fruits of his labor with satisfaction, and he is not the only one who recognizes his works. Xiao Ao is chasing a ball excitedly, using the baby room as a large playground.

Suddenly an external force descended from the sky, grabbing the back of the neck and lifting it into the air.

"Squeak squeak!"

"Is it fun? Did you feel the joy of being born into a rich family? People can only choose to work hard, but they can't choose their origin. You chose the right origin, but you chose the wrong species!"

Pink and tender little claws alternately drew arcs in the air, and were ruthlessly ridiculed.

"What is that you are dancing, Tai Chi at eight times speed?"

"Squeak!" Xiao Ao screamed in protest.

Di Ying bounced on its twisting belly.

"Don't get too complacent. When Ling Ji calms down and no longer needs you as a shield, I will send you back to the Northeast Fur Factory to reunite with your lost brothers and sisters."

"squeak!"

Xiao Ao broke free from his clutches with all her strength, jumped onto his face, stepped on his head and jumped back to the ground, and fled quickly.

"You silly mink, you even kicked your nose in the face, let's see how I teach you a lesson!"

After a lot of flying and jumping, Di Ying successfully squeezed the dimple out of the Eskimo igloo, and was about to teach it a moral lesson of respecting the old and caring for the young, when the sound of glass shattering came from outside.

"What's the matter, the small ones are causing trouble, and the big ones are demolishing the house?" Di Ying put Xiao Ao on his shoulders, "Fortunately, go and see what your mother is doing."

Di Yingxun came to the kitchen. There were balances, weights, thermometers and measuring cups piled up on the countertop, but there was no one there.

Di Ying tentatively called, "Ling Ji?"

The person who was called stood up from behind the kitchen counter, holding a few shards of glass in his hand, with an uncomfortable expression on his face.

"Cough," he cleared his throat pretentiously, "I'm making milk powder for Xiaoao."

"So now you feel that the milk powder you bought is not pure enough, and you want to chemically purify it?"

Di Ying pointed to the equipment on the table that shouldn't be there.

"If a Chaoyang crowd comes to our house at this moment, 100% of us will be arrested for a urine test, do you believe it?"

Ling Ji: "I'm just weighing and measuring the temperature. The instructions say that every 4.5 grams of milk powder should be prepared with 30 ml of warm water at 40 degrees Celsius."

"Then there is no need to use a scale, right? Although I have never brought a child, common sense tells me that there should be a measuring spoon in the milk powder can."

Ling Ji's expression was a little weird, and his eyes drifted away guiltily.

Di Ying: "So there is indeed a measuring spoon in it, right?"

"I saw it, but I don't know what it's for."

Di Ying has a new understanding of Ling Ji's lack of common sense in life.

I don't know why, it's obviously a flaw, but it's kind of cute when it appears on Ling Ji.

"First of all, your problem is that you shouldn't pick up the glass with your bare hands. It's easy to scratch yourself. If the glass shards get mixed into the milk powder and Xiaoao drinks it, are you trying to give the black-haired man a white-haired mink?"

Ling Ji whispered: "...how could it be that exaggerated."

Di Ying threw the glass away with his hand, pushed him on the high chair beside him, and stuffed Xiaoao into his arms casually.

"You two just sit here and watch my brother show you how to make milk powder perfectly."

"Squeak."

Di Ying scalded all the containers with hot water, dripped the prepared warm water on his wrist to measure the temperature, added a level scoop of special milk powder for ferret babies, stirred evenly, and then filtered the air bubbles. The temperature of the bottle was just right when it was handed over to Ling Ji.

Ling Ji took it, and said all over his face - although he didn't want to admit it, he was indeed better than himself.

Di Ying leisurely leaned against the sink, admiring the scene of Ling Ji holding Xiao Ao and Xiao Ao wolfing down the milk bottle.

"Mr. Ling, if you are holding a human baby in your arms, the scene is so sweet that it will make you want to start a family right away."

"So what?"

"It's not a human being. I just want to make people become Buddhas instantly, and accept this evildoer."

Ling Ji gave him a displeased look.

"You're speciesist."

"I am defending the evolution of species."

Ling Ji lowered his eyes, Xiao Ao was feeding happily, Ling Ji stretched out his hand to gently rub its round belly.

"Didn't you say that you have never raised a child? Such a proficiency doesn't look like a novice father."

Ling Ji is a sensitive person, even if he is a little proficient in making milk powder, he will become suspicious.

"There is an old unpopular movie, you may not have seen it. A 17-year-old male high school student accidentally picked up a baby. Due to various reasons, he cannot be exposed, and he is forced to be both a father and a mother."

Ling Ji continued without raising his head: "The Baby I Found Was Myself, a movie released 11 years ago, directed by Landoyan, you play the male high school student in it."

Di Ying couldn't help applauding: "You've seen such an old bad movie, I thought that sentence at the reception was just polite."

"You learned the skill of making milk powder in that movie?"

"More than that, I also learned to change diapers. It's a pity that your son didn't give me this opportunity."

"It's not the worst movie you've ever made, at least it's better than "Romeo and Pigs Sleepover" which won the Antimony Dog Award."

Compared with the Golden Dog Award, the highest honor in the performing arts industry, folk spoofs produced the reverse highest honor, the Antimony Dog Award, which is awarded to the worst cinema movie voted by the whole people every year.

The origin of this name is not because antimony is a cheap metal, but because its chemical formula is Sb.

SB-DOG-PRIZE, you can feel how powerful this award is from the sound.

"You are really good at comforting people. Have you spent time researching my black history?"

"You're not worth my time to study."

"You know, the little actor I acted with was only one year old. Last year we were on a nostalgic variety show together, and he called me Uncle Ying. The child has developed so well that I wonder if I fed him during filming. Great job."

"But I clearly remember that the director said on the variety show that you NG too many times while breastfeeding, and that's why people gained six catties when they finished."

"Ms. Ling, has anyone ever praised you for not only having a good memory, but also being good at chatting to death?"

"Shh-"

Ling Ji stood up, only then did Di Ying realize that the bottle had bottomed out, but Xiao Ao was still holding her in her arms persistently.

It held the pacifier in its mouth, and moved its mouth from time to time, but its eyes were tightly closed.

"Xiao Ao fell asleep."

Ling Ji reached out to fetch the milk bottle, and it took two tries in a row to snatch the milk bottle from its claws.

"Where did you put the baby room?"

Di Ying gestured gentlemanly: "This way please."

Ling Ji froze the moment he entered the baby room, thinking he had gone to the wrong place.

He turned his head and asked with his eyes, and Di Ying pointed to himself with his thumb proudly: "Brother arranged it, isn't it amazing?"

Ling Ji also gave him a look back. Di Ying understood it, and it was clearly written in his eyes: exaggeration.

Xiao Ao was carefully placed on the crib, so careful that Di Ying felt it was unnecessary.

"Don't be so careful, this guy is dead when he falls asleep."

Di Ying picked up Xiao Ao's right front paw mischievously, let go, the little paw fell, and Xiao Ao didn't respond.

"Look, I can't wake up no matter how hard I pull."

He also wanted to use the other claw to do the same, but someone grabbed his wrist.

Looking at Ling Ji, Di Ying remembered that when Han Tan was unhappy, he would radiate cold air, and he felt that his wrist was freezing.

Di Ying was pulled out of the nursery by Ling Ji. The bad news was that the ice had spread to his elbows. The good news was that physical contact might be a signal from the other party.

After all, in this kind of family of three whose child was born soon, after putting the child to sleep, young parents often seize the opportunity to enjoy the hard-won life of two.

Di Ying leaned against the wall, and said slowly with his sexiest voice:

"Ling Ji, the child is asleep, there is a saying you must have heard, Chun Xiao—"

Ling Ji put aside his hand.

"Where do I sleep?" he asked.

Di Ying pointed to a room on the second floor with his unfrozen hand.

Ling Ji went in for a look and then came out: "This is your bedroom."

Di Ying was still in the living room, looking up at him, "My house only has one bedroom."

Ling Ji didn't believe it, so he checked every room on the second floor again, and he couldn't believe it.

"Your house is so big, why don't you even have a guest room?"

"Because I don't have the habit of taking in guests."

"So where do you want me to live?"

Di Ying replied without blushing and heartbeat: "Either sleep with me, or sleep with Xiaoao in its special crib for ferrets."

Ling Ji expressionless: "I sleep on the sofa."

Di Ying immediately occupied the sofa nearby to prevent him from succeeding: "Don't make it look like I'm abusing you. If Sister Lu finds out, you'll have to beat me to death."

"Then you sleep on the sofa."

"what?"

Before Di Ying could react, Ling Ji turned around and went into the bedroom, locking the door behind him.

Di Ying, who was left hanging outside, laughed angrily, and shouted into the air: "This is my house after all!"

When there was no response, Di Ying patted his frozen arm ventingly.

"Brother, don't let this COS Winter Soldier go. I lost you without a wife. Do you want me to die alone all my life?"

Di Ying made do with the whole night on the sofa, and woke up with an extra blanket on her body.

He stared at the blanket with mixed emotions, and it felt like—

Think you have a family, but find yourself homeless;

I thought I was homeless, but when I woke up, I found out that I still have family.

Jumping back and forth between the warmth of family affection and the abject loneliness.

It turns out that this is the experience of "a man's nest occupied by a mink".

……wrong.

Di Ying stretched out his hand to dig out the blanket, and halfway through digging, he raised his head knowingly. Ling Ji, who had just woken up, was standing on the second floor, looking at him with disgusted eyes.

He couldn't be blamed for his expression, because Di Ying himself noticed that there was a small bag bulging under the blanket, wriggling strangely with his groping movements.

Di Ying blurted out: "It's not what you think, listen to my explanation!"

Ling Ji coldly refused: "I'm not interested in your morning exercise."

"What morning exercise!"

Di Ying angrily grabbed the culprit out of the bed—a pure white stuffed mammal.

"Squeak squeak!"

"Little bastard, when did you come into my bed? Do you know how misunderstood you have caused me to be misunderstood!"

Xiaoao: "Squeak!"

Ling Ji quickly turned his head away, but the sharp-eyed Di Ying caught the fleeting smile on his face.

The hand that was about to spank Xiaoao's butt fell slowly, and rubbed it on its back twice.

Ling Ji turned around and went back to the bedroom. Di Ying watched his back, and unconsciously rumpled Xiao Ao's hair.

"Iceberg can make you laugh, you are quite capable."

"squeak!"

Di Ying rewarded it with a feeding bottle, Xiao Ao lay on his back and drank milk contentedly on his chest, and Di Ying swiped his phone in front of it.

Ling Ji's acting skills were so impeccable that he couldn't find any flaws in the opponent.

After thinking about it, it may be the only way to turn to the wisdom of the masses.

He casually logged into a xiaoyingzi47 Weibo account, searched for the word "science", picked an account with the most followers, opened a private message and started typing:

Contribute for help!The man I had a one-night stand with gave me a ferret...

Di Ying stared at the line in the input column and frowned. Could it be that too much information has been exposed?And every amount of information looks like a fabrication, which can easily be labeled as a prank.

No, I have to change it and make a mosaic.

Di Ying deleted the last few words and revised:

Contribute for help!The man I had a one-night stand with gave birth to a pup...

It still seems inappropriate, what if the relevant departments see it and arrest Ling Ji for autopsy?

Change it again.

Di Ying carefully considered his wording, checked it twice, and was still hesitating for the last time. Xiao Ao stretched his legs and kicked the send button.

The tuna does not fall down the fish: Submit for help!My wife gave birth to a puppy, how to explain this problem from a scientific point of view? !