The whole entertainment industry is knocking me and my ex-boyfriend's CP

Since Yan Yi opened the studio, the time has been much more convenient for the two of them.

After all, Song Jing's work requires him to go out all year round. If he finds time to go home when he is busy, Yan Yi will mostly work at home and accompany him.

However, compared to the previous two years, Song Jing is considered to be in a semi-retirement state, except for the work related to her own job, the rest of the announcements are basically ignored.

Even if the two live in two places, they must make sure to talk at least once a day.When one party is not busy at work, they will take the initiative to send messages to the other party.

And when she was free, Song Jing found a part-time job for herself. The contracted model of Yanyi Studio was paid the same salary as a normal employee.The model of basic salary plus piecework is about [-] yuan a month, and occasionally I can commute with my boss.

If you get up late, you will also considerately deliver meals to the boss.

Song Jing came back late the night before, this day Yan Yi woke up and finished his exercise, and he was still sleeping after breakfast.

Yan Yi didn't bother him either. He remembered that Song Jing had an interview to be broadcast this morning on the Internet, so he turned on the TV.

It just so happened that the doorbell rang at this time, and Yan Yi saw Song's mother's face on the video doorbell for a moment, and opened the door.

Mother Song was holding an insulated box in her hand, she was slightly taken aback when she saw Yan Yi who opened the door, and then she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Ever since Song Jing learned the truth and talked to her once, and questioned her like a cannonball, she and Song Jing haven't seen each other again.

Song Jing is no longer the mischievous kid in the past who always called "Mom" and "Grandpa" loudly.

Maybe he was right, she spent more than ten years cultivating an ideal enthusiastic and enthusiastic child, but killed it with her own hands in the name of love.

Although she really loved Song Jing, the hurt he suffered was also real.

Song's mother handed the insulated box to Yan Yi: "This is Song Jing's favorite food when I was a child. I made Buddha Jumping Wall. You can try it."

Yan Yi reached out to take it, paused for a while, and then thanked him.

Mother Song learned that Song Jing arrived in Shanghai last night from the Internet. She glanced into the room and asked, "Is Song Jing still sleeping?"

"Well," Yan Yi turned his body, "Would you like to come in and sit for a while? I'll call him."

Mother Song: "No need, I have to go to the company later."

Hearing Yan Yanyi didn't say anything, both of them were silent for a while, and then Mama Song said earnestly: "Yan Yi, it's my fault that you were implicated in that incident in the past, I'm sorry." She seemed helpless as she spoke He sighed deeply, "We have different positions. You may not understand me, but I am really sorry for you. I can see that Song Jing took the initiative to you at the time, but I involved you in it."

After a short pause, Song's mother said again: "I used to really think that you are a good child. Song Jing may not have told you, but I also told him that I want to recognize you as a godson, and I can accompany Song Jing in the future. He refused. I really didn't expect him to have other thoughts about you so early. "

Song Jing did not mention this to him, and Yan Yi remained silent.

Mother Song glanced at Yan Yi, as if she had countless things to say, but in the end she only said: "You two get along well, and you can come to the house to play when you have time. Drink the soup while it's hot, and you can try my cooking. I return it in the morning I have a meeting, so let’s go first.”

Yan Yi: "Okay, go slowly."

Yan Yi closed the door after watching Song's mother leave, and Song Jing's interview just started when he walked back to the living room.

Song Jing on TV kept a cool look. When the host asked him about his career plans, he bluntly said that he was going to retire after working for a few more years, and traveled around the world with his cat.

It's like being 16 again.

While Yan Yi was watching the interview, the door behind him opened, and Song Jing, who had just woken up and was wearing only a pair of pajamas and shorts, came out, hugged him stickily from behind the sofa: "Brother~"

This coquettish look was in stark contrast to him on TV, which made Yan Yi feel amused.

Yan Yi raised his eyes with a smile and asked, "Where is your cat?"

Hearing this, Song Jing froze for a moment, then heard the voice on the TV, and couldn't help laughing.He rolled up directly from the sofa and wrapped Yan Yi around: "My cat is here, brother, haven't you heard him barking?"

He whispered into Yan Yi's ear: "Every night he would meow softly, which is very nice."

Yan Yi was indifferent to his hooligan tone, and gestured to him for the insulated box on the coffee table.

"Love breakfast?" Song Jing happily picked up the thermos box, and was stunned when she saw the Buddha jumping over the wall inside.

Yan Yi took a look and asked, "Want to go home and have a look?"

Song Jing turned her head sideways, frowning slightly, as if she still had some instinctive repulsion.

Yan Yi held up his hand, "I didn't mean now." After a short pause, he explained, "If you miss home in the future, I can accompany you back home."

Song Jing looked at him, and after a while, the corners of her lips twitched, and she said in satisfaction: "Brother, do you know how to comfort people?"

Yan Yi was silent, feeling that it was not a good thing to say.

Song Jing leaned into his ear: "Devotion..."

Since mentioning cats, Song Jing has come up with new tricks and suddenly wants to keep cats.

So the two drove to the pet store on a sunny afternoon.

After being introduced by the clerk, Song Jing went around, but didn't like any of them.

Before leaving, Song Jing heard a thin meow, and Song Jing followed the sound, his eyes lit up suddenly.

It is a golden gradient of more than half a month.

Song Jing asked the clerk to take out the kitten. Xiao Jin's appearance was very good, and it was just the right size for Song Jing's palm. She looked at him with bright eyes, and then at Yan Yi who was beside him.

The clerk introduced: "This is a boy with a very soft temper. Usually, if you grab it and hug it, you won't be able to resist."

Song Jing glanced at the kitten twice, at Yan Yi sideways, at the kitten again, and at Yan Yi again.

Sensing his gaze, Yan Yi turned his head.

Song Jing lifted the kitten, let it stretch out its four paws, and brought it to Yan Yi: "Brother, you two look alike."

Yan Yi glanced at him speechlessly.

Song Jing said, "Your eyes are very similar."

Wen Yanyan really took a look at Xiaojin Jianlayer, and the kitten didn't know if it had noticed his gaze, its round eyes turned to him, and looked at him in blank dismay.

"The temper is also very similar, very similar." Speaking of this, Song Jing brought the kitten to Yan Yi's face, and asked the clerk, "Do you look like it?"

The clerk who had been snickering immediately stopped his smile. Hearing this, he glanced at Yan Yi and said nothing.

Song Jing said that it might be the mood of their young couple, but she dared not say it.

In the end, Song Jing bought this little golden gradient, and when the two of them walked to the parking lot, Song Jing kept talking about how it looked like Yan Yi.

Yan Yi glanced at the kitten in his hand, and didn't bother to refute.

"Brother," Song Jing took out the car key and threw it to Yan Yi.

As soon as the latter raised his hand to pick it up, he heard him say: "You drive, I want to talk to you."

The two walked to the side of the car, Yan Yi walked to the driver's door, opened the door and glanced at Song Jing, and said unkindly: "No."

Song Jing immediately understood what he meant, and it was not allowed to be called by this name.

After getting in the car, Song Jing began to discuss: "That's called Yiyi."

Song Jing: "No way."

Hearing Yan Yi veto it twice, Song Jing was not in a hurry to name it, and continued to study the kitten in her arms: "The nose is also very similar, and the mouth is also very similar, they are all pink."

Yan Yi glanced over after hearing this, started the car and said, "Then you can kiss it later."

Song Jing raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard the words, looked sideways at Yan Yi, then got up and kissed him a few times.

Then Yan Yi heard a soft rolling sound, and he immediately pushed Song Jing away: "Be careful, the kitten won't fall easily."

Song Jing picked up the kitten from under the car seat with one hand, carried it by the body, and continued to lean over to kiss Yi.

Yan Yi closed his eyes, then opened them slightly to see the kitten beside his face, as if curiously watching what the two of them were doing together, or fighting for something delicious.

There was a sound of water sipping between his lips and teeth, Yan Yi turned his head away, and pressed against Song Jing: "It's still a minor, you should pay attention."

"What's wrong with being a minor?" Song Jing glanced at the kitten, and spoke very generously, "I kissed you like this when I was a minor."

Yan Yi, "..." Now he can remain indifferent to Song Jing's hooliganism and cheekiness.

Then Song Jing smiled and said, "Cultivate it early, so that it won't chase after the kitten it likes in the future."

At this moment, Yan Yi paused for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Do you like children?"

Song Jing hesitated slightly, and shook her head: "I don't like it, what about you?"

Yan Yi also shook his head. In fact, he can be called a person with relatively weak feelings. Song Jing happened to be his accident.

After a short while of silence, Song Jing asked again: "Brother, do you want a child?"

"I don't want to," Yan Yi paused and explained, "If your family needs..."

Song Jing just breathed a sigh of relief, before he finished speaking, he interrupted him in a hurry: "If you need it, let them have it."

Song Jing grabbed Yan Yi's hand, kissed the back of his hand, and said, "Brother, I only like everything related to you. We won't have children, and I won't like children."

As soon as the conversation changed, he suddenly laughed again, rubbing Yan Yi's shoulder and laughing: "It's a good thing we won't have children, I can't accept someone coming to snatch you from me."

"Brother," he said, "you can only belong to me, and you will always belong to me alone."