It's hard to be a cat [Entertainment]

Alas!

As soon as Song Ruoci took a look, Ye Cheng quickly pulled her back.

Tang's father held back his laughter, and Song's mother pinched him.

"Your sister just said that you are not allowed to peek." Ye Cheng pulled him back and whispered, "What was the call just now?"

Song Ruoci said: "The police station said that the two of us should be the first witnesses to take notes."

The two left as soon as they said they would, and Ye Cheng drove an unremarkable car out from the back door of the hospital, successfully avoiding the entertainment reporters blocking the hospital gate.

However, if they escaped the first day of the junior high school, they could not escape the fifteenth day. As if premeditated, a group of entertainment journalists surrounded the entrance of the police station, and the flashlights on the cameras flickered all at once.

"Mr. Song, please answer my question directly!"

"Are you and Empress Tang really siblings? Why did you have to hide it for so many years?"

"And the relationship between you and Ye Geshen!"

Ye Cheng frowned and honked the horn a few times before successfully driving the car into the parking lot of the police station with the help of the police.

"Like a fly chasing after him all day long." Ye Cheng pulled out the car key after turning off the engine, with a bit of dissatisfaction, "I'm so annoying."

After Christmas Eve, Song Ruoci didn't read Weibo much anymore. It is estimated that the netizens are already arguing. The upper right corner of the Weibo small envelope has become astronomical. Song Ruoci frowned and clicked in, checking topics one by one.

Photos of Song Ruoci and Tang Ruoshi were posted on the Internet, spliced ​​together from various angles, trying to explore something from the basic appearance.

Er Gouzi: Knock on the blackboard!Look at the wide double eyelids, deer eyes!same!It must have been born by a mother!

The cat boss in the kennel: Actually, I can’t find this picture very well. Now the actress Tang is too glamorous. I recommend you to watch her appearance when she first debuted. Only with a youthful vigor can it be compared.

Liu Gouzi wants Xiao Huang: How can you guys discuss it in a serious manner? ? ?This kind of explosive news, the third young master is actually the younger brother of the actress!Sisters and brothers are so beautiful!

In addition to the voices of discussion, there are actually more voices of uncertainty.

Di Guhang: Judging from my many years of star chasing experience, it is definitely a hype. Is it true that the younger brother of the actress can remain unknown for so many years?

Fourth Grade Cats and Dogs: Correct Answer!I can also cut out one of the European-style double eyelids. For male artists with deer eyes, I can get ten of them for you, and they don’t have to be named.

Xiao Huang belongs to me: Maybe people are talking about siblings in name, isn’t there a lot of people in the circle who call each other like this?Maybe Yuji took it out of context?

Big Dog 1994: At that time, there were recordings, which pointed out the topic of traffic accidents. You can listen to them.But I'm still standing up for the hype. Is there really someone who wants to climb our Tang Yinghou?

Discussions have sprung up one by one, and they are still tirelessly adding heat to the topic.

He proposed not to expose the relationship between the two at the beginning, and Tang Ruoshi also respected his choice. Song Ruoci originally wanted to work hard in the circle on his own, but he didn't make a name for himself until this matter was exposed , but becomes a burden for no reason, especially when all these things are crowded together.

Song Ruoci's head ached from seeing the tiny characters on the screen, the underground garage was dimly lit, and the white light of the phone was particularly dazzling.

"Don't read it if you feel uncomfortable." Ye Cheng patted him on the shoulder, "Let's settle the matter in front of us first."

"Yeah." Song Ruoci responded, put the phone down and stuffed it into his pocket, not looking at this horrible thing.

There are more important things at the moment.

There was steam on the paper cup, and a few tea leaves were floating in the light green tea water. After Song Ruoci took the notes, the police lady took out a plastic bag with an old straight cell phone inside.

"This was found in Zhao Jie's car." The police lady said.

Zhao Jie is the owner of the car involved in the accident. He is 39 years old and jobless.

"But there is a memo inside. According to our guess, it should record several license plate numbers. Mr. Song, please see if any of them are familiar to you." The young lady said, calling out the memo and putting it in front of Song Ruoci.

There was a dense pile of letters and numbers on the screen, and Song Ruoci could distinguish a few license plate numbers of Yecheng from it, and his eyes dimmed.

Could it be that they really came from Chongye City?

Not long after, he saw a familiar sequence in it, which was his own license plate.

If he really came from Chongye City, why did he still have his own license plate number, and he only remembered this license plate number after thinking about it for a while.

Song Ruoci only has one car, which he bought not long after he joined Xinghe, after passing the driver's license test, for the convenience of going to the company.Later, he was almost buried in the snow, and the car was never driven again, and it had been stored in the warehouse for almost two years.

If you have seen it, only people from Xinghe have seen it more.

There is an answer in my heart that is ready to come out, but there is no evidence.

"Is there anything else? Like text messages or phone calls?" Song Ruoci asked.

"No." The police lady shook her head, "I don't even have a SIM card, let alone text messages and call records."

The preparations were quite complete, Song Ruoci snorted, and after thanking the police, she called Lan Ting. The last time the two sent messages was on Christmas Day.

"What's the matter with Ruo Ci?" Lan Ting sounded quite noisy, the sounds of various instruments and human voices.

"Sister Lan, do you have Qinyue's phone number?" Song Ruoci cut to the chase, he wanted to confirm his thoughts.

"Yes, yes." Lan Ting was very puzzled. It is said that Qin Yue is still in the hospital in City C, vowing to fight to the death with the crew of "Nanshan", "What do you want his phone number for?"

Song Ruoci was silent for a while, and told her everything about Christmas Eve and his speculation.

"I just went abroad for a few days and didn't read the domestic news. Why did such a big thing happen? Is your sister okay?" Lan Ting squeezed her brows, "Wait, I will call Qin Yue now send you."

"Thank you, Sister Lan, my sister is already awake." Song Ruoci saved the number into the phone, and a sharp flash of light flashed in his eyes, "It's just that this matter is not over."

"Beep——" After a few beeps, there was a hello, and I could feel the arrogance and domineering aura.

"Who are you?" Qin Yue had already recovered, but he just stayed in the hospital and dragged his legs like two to five or eight thousand.

"Brother Qinyue, hello." Song Ruoci said warmly, "I'm Song Ruoci. I think I haven't contacted you since you were injured. I'm here to ask how you are now?"

It was obviously a very gentle voice, but it made people feel shuddering.

Qin Yue's voice immediately became uncomfortable, and he pretended to be calm and said: "I'm fine, nothing happened."

"That's good." Song Ruoci's voice suddenly turned cold, "Let's talk, what do you want?"

Although Song Ruoci has his own guesses, but there is not enough evidence, he called Qin Yue just to get something out of the mouth of this ignorant guy.

Ye Cheng had just finished taking notes, and seeing Song Ruoci on the phone with a solemn expression, he just patted him on the shoulder, pointed to the room inside, and motioned for him.

The room inside was where Zhao Jie was detained, Ye Cheng asked the police officer next to him: "Can I smoke?"

Before the police officer had time to say anything, a man with a cigarette came up to him. Ye Cheng smiled a little naughtily, knocked out a cigarette from the cigarette case and put it in his mouth: "I'm sorry."

The light in the room was slightly dim, and Zhao Jie still looked drunk, squinting his eyes and muttering in his mouth.

"Who are you?" Zhao Jie asked displeased.

"It's okay." Ye Cheng lowered his head, and with a click, the flames lit up in front of his face, and then he sat on the chair in front of Zhao Jie with his long legs up.

"Zhao Jie, right?" Ye Cheng asked, "Why did you hit my car?"

"Didn't you all sentence me for drunk driving? You know that the consultant has a bad idea!" Zhao Jie said lazily, looking confident.

Ye Cheng exhaled a puff of white smoke, Shi Shiran said: "Although the car you drive is a bit old, it is worth almost 30 yuan. As far as I know, you don't have a job, so how can you afford it?"

Ye Cheng laughed while talking, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, shook it in the air, and said: "I see that you have a lot of criminal records, do you have two daughters who are in middle school at home?" , and a seriously ill wife?"

"My daughter is pretty." Ye Cheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the paper in front of him seriously.

"What do you want to do?!" Hearing these words, Zhao Jie finally dropped his dead appearance just now, his expression changed, and he regained some energy.

Ye Cheng brushed off the cigarette ash, smiled and said, "Guess?"

When he came out of the detention room, Song Ruoci had just ended the call, and Qin Yue dropped the sentence "I don't know what you're talking about" and cut off the call angrily.

"Why did you go there just now?" Song Ruoci couldn't help asking when he saw Ye Cheng coming out of it.

Ye Cheng twitched his cheeks with a stiff smile: "I'm so good at acting, I feel like I'm quite talented as an actor."

Song Ruoci smelled a hint of tobacco, and just about to say that you smoked again, he yawned.

"Going home?" Ye Cheng looked at the dark circles under his eyes with distress, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening, after all, he had been sleepless for almost 24 hours.

"Go back to the hospital." Song Ruoci said firmly.

As soon as the words fell, Song's mother called: "Ruo Ci, you go home, as long as I'm here."

"But..."

"But what is it? Shishi is a girl. What are you big men doing here? You have worked hard, so go home and rest." Mother Song was more decisive than Song Ruoci.

Ye Cheng detoured for a long time before he got rid of Yuji. According to Zhou Nan, a group of paparazzi reporters surrounded the gate of the east of the city, and Ye Cheng aimed to put it at his home in the central area of ​​the city.

Maybe it was because of his exhaustion, Song Ruoci fell asleep in the passenger seat not long after getting in the car, frowning, and even snored softly, Ye Cheng covered him with a small blanket to avoid catching cold, thinking about it later It may take a little effort to get him back out of the car.

After concentrating on driving for a while, there was a rustling sound beside him. Ye Cheng turned his head and saw that the person was gone, and a short section of fluffy tail was exposed outside the blanket.

Ye Cheng smiled, raised his hand and gently pinched the little white pompom on the tip of the tail.

The little tail flicked displeasedly, brushed the back of his hand lightly, and then curled up into the blanket.

The little lion turned into a kitten in an instant, and it has been a long time since I saw this appearance.

Although the house in the city has been empty for a long time, it has been cleaned by people, and it is still tidy. Ye Cheng put the person on the soft sofa, wrapped him in a small blanket, went to the kitchen by himself, and decided to order takeaway .

Luckily, there was a porridge shop still open in the middle of the night, and Song Pangpang was still sleeping when the takeaway was delivered, snoring in his throat, and his mustache trembled with his breathing.

"Baby, get up and have some food." Ye Cheng lightly poked the flesh on his stomach, and heard the sound of his stomach rumbling in protest.

Song Ruoci turned over and begrudgingly protested.

Ye Cheng also wanted him to take a good rest, but he was afraid that he would starve his stomach, so he picked up a fragrant bun, took a bite and handed it to Song Ruoci's nose.

The little pink nose twitched a few times, and the black eyes opened aggrievedly.

The little orange paw lightly touched the little bun, and in the next second it turned into a slender hand with five fingers. Ye Cheng quickly covered him with a blanket. Although the heating was turned on, the room was still a bit cold, for fear that he might catch a cold.

Song Ruoci, who had just woken up, was not in good spirits, and his mind was still wandering, and he was at a loss with a bun in his hand.

Ye Cheng stretched out his hand and scratched his nose: "Sleep after eating."

"Oh." Song Ruoci replied in a daze, as if he could fall asleep at any time.

"Eat by yourself or I'll feed you." Having said that, Ye Cheng had already scooped up a spoonful of porridge and blew on it.

Song Ruoci also squinted her eyes and let out an "ah".

Ye Cheng shook his head and smiled, and patiently served his little chubby cat for dinner.

After only drinking half a bowl, Song Ruoci shook his head and didn't want to eat any more porridge. Ye Cheng raised his head and drank the remaining half bowl of porridge.

"Eat some more steamed stuffed buns?" Ye Cheng took his hand and asked, it might not be enough to drink only porridge, Ye Cheng still hoped that he could eat something to make him hungry.

Ye Cheng turned around to get the buns, but just as he turned around, the man disappeared again, a fat front paw was holding his hand, the soft fur and beard rubbed against the back of his hand.

The author has something to say: Pangpang has been called out for a long time!I found out that I seemed to have selectively ignored that cats have whiskers!

And our lovely Vincent is fine.