The actor and his little idol

Zheng Huan is busy with the concert tour, and she hasn't seen Shen Jia for a long time.Finally having a few days off, he got off the plane and went straight to the set, where he brought his actor back home amidst the ridicule of everyone.

"Oh, you didn't even say hello in advance when you came back." Actor Shen leaned on the seat and stretched, following the movement, revealing a section of delicate flesh.

Zheng Huan saw that his mouth was parched, he adjusted his sitting posture calmly, and held him in his arms.

"Brother, you didn't even call me." Wronged.

"I've been doing night shows for the past few days, and it's almost dawn after the end. The concert is so hard, I want you to sleep a little longer."

"I think you just don't want me." Hugging and shaking.

While playing with her mobile phone, Shen Jia said in a perfunctory way: "Thinking about it...why do you like to act like a baby so much." Patted his thigh, "Hey, stop in front."

There is a popular fried chicken in front. The chicken is sweet and chewy. The sauce is made by myself. It is very delicious, and Zheng Huan likes it very much.

Shen Jia sent the driver down to buy.

Zheng Huan was secretly delighted: Although his attitude was not good enough, he still thought of me.For the sake of fried chicken, let me forgive a little bit, and change it from 7 times to 6 times at night.

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As soon as he entered the door, Shen Jia's Akita dog rushed up, wagging its tail.

"Oh, dear son, do you miss Dad? Let's see what Dad brought you back." Shen Jia shook the fried chicken in his hand, "Does it smell good..."

Dog son: woof woof...

Zheng Huan: MMP

Shen Jia put the fried chicken on the table, asked Zheng Huan to feed the dog, and went into the kitchen humming a new song from their group.

Zheng Huan and Gou Zi looked at each other.

Zheng Huan: "You little slut fighting for favor!"

Dog Son: Dad is more afraid than me...

After Shen Jia came out, the fried chicken on the table was already empty.

Look at Gouzi again, lying under the coffee table with tears in his eyes.

Shen Jia wondered: "Why are you still not happy after eating, don't you like it?"

He looked up at Zheng Huan, Zheng Huan raised his chest and looked upright, "Maybe I was too happy to eat, and wept with joy."

He spoke frankly, but the little sauce on the corner of his mouth betrayed him.

Shen Jia laughed angrily, and wiped the corner of his mouth with her hand: "You... grab food from a dog."

Zheng Huan was discouraged, and hugged him from behind: "You bought it... you don't want to feed it, you can only buy it for me."

"But I made soup for you. It's in the kitchen. How can you drink so much fried chicken?"

Zheng Huan carried him on his shoulders and rushed into the bedroom: "Don't be afraid, let's do some exercise first, oh..."