It's hard to be a cat [Entertainment]

"Zhou Nan, drive me faster!" Ye Cheng kept urging in the car, his tone displeased.

"Red light, red light." Zhou Nan didn't know what Ye Cheng was anxious about. He was recording songs just now, but he seemed to be a different person when he heard the power outage. As soon as the green light came on, he stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.

The phone was called and turned off, and the time passed by, Ye Cheng wished he could fly home with his wings.

The cold has never stopped people from looking forward to the New Year. The time is close to twelve o'clock, and many people are preparing for the New Year's Eve. The number of vehicles and pedestrians on the street has not decreased but increased, and the speed of the vehicle has slowed down for a while.

Ye Cheng was quite impatient, and tapped the car window with his index finger, and saw that the corner of the community was just one block ahead.

Gritting his teeth, Ye Cheng directly opened the car door, and ran home with long legs.

"You're not wearing a mask!" Zhou Nan poked his head out of the car, shouting helplessly and in panic.

But Ye Cheng didn't care about anything else, when he thought about what his children would be afraid of when the power went out at home, his heart felt as if it was pulled.

Zhou Nan's words also successfully attracted everyone's attention, casting their gazes in this direction.

"Fuck! Isn't this Yecheng!"

"Where is Yecheng Yecheng? My god, it's rare in a thousand years!"

"I'm not mistaken! In the middle of the night, the living Ye Cheng is running on the street?"

Those who caught their attention took out their mobile phones one after another, clicked to take pictures, and the video was uploaded to social software. What's more, they also ran with Ye Cheng, wanting to find out where Ye Geshen was going in such a hurry.

Perhaps Ye Cheng was really in a hurry, he ran faster than ever before, and within a few steps he got rid of the pursuers behind him.

The scarf hangs loosely around the neck, the coat is open, and the wind blows directly into the clothes.

Zhou Nan poked his head out and was still in place. Tomorrow, Yecheng might be making headlines again. He only hoped that his relationship with Song Ruoci would not be exposed, nor would this real estate in the city be exposed.

When the door was opened, it seemed that the room was colder than the outside, and it was pitch black.

Ye Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his hands reluctantly and walked towards the bedroom, calling out tentatively: "Baby?"

No one should.

The expected scene did not appear, there was no Song Ruoci who was trembling and frightened to death, only a fat sleeping soundly, huddling with Mary Jack to keep warm.The three cats were wrapped in a small blanket, revealing only three small heads close together, and their whiskers trembled with the breathing in sleep.

Ye Cheng was taken aback for a moment, and then he smiled helplessly, making a false alarm, but it was good that his baby was not scared.

Just after zero o'clock at this time, the noise of the crowd and the sound of fireworks blooming can be heard outside the window, and the sky-high light illuminates the room for a short time.

In the flashing light, Ye Cheng lowered his head and kissed the orange forehead lightly.

"Happy New Year."

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The front page on the first day of the new year, as expected, was Yecheng last night.

It was a good New Year's Day holiday, but Zhou Nan was very busy. The entertainment reporters seemed to be infected by the new year's new atmosphere, and they didn't slack off at all.In the east of the city, Ye Cheng couldn't be blocked, so they blocked Zhou Nan's house one after another. Zhou Nan, who wanted to go out to buy some hot pot ingredients and vegetables to celebrate being single for another year, was scared to go home by the microphone camera at the door.

In desperation, Zhou Nan had no choice but to lean behind the door and send Ye Cheng a WeChat message.

Zhou Nan: Yecheng, your uncle!

Yecheng Sugar: Happy New Year [So happy to see you.gif]

After Ye Cheng sent the message, he put his phone in his pocket, looking at Song Pangpang who was sitting on the sofa pretending to be deep, feeling a little worried.It has been almost three hours since I woke up, and I have not changed back to a human being. I have tried all kinds of methods, whether it is thinking about it or threatening, jumping up and down until I am out of breath, but I have not changed back.

In the afternoon, I also made an appointment with the two families to have dinner together, and it was impossible to justify bringing a cat.

Ye Cheng peeled the apple, cut off a small piece for Song Pangpang to eat, and the pink kitten's tongue nimbly licked Ye Cheng's heart.

Crying cutely, Ye Cheng simply fished the cat into his arms, let nature take its course, and let him handle the work by himself.

After Song Ruoci gnawed a small piece of apple, his eyes fell on Ye Cheng's typing hand, and then he suddenly thought of something, he meowed anxiously, and patted the ring on Ye Cheng's left ring finger with his paw.

Ye Cheng didn't react at first, Song Ruoci had no choice but to go up and lick the ring again, then raised his fat paw to signal Ye Cheng.

My ring is gone!

When he took out the ring from the messy quilt, there were still a few orange cat hairs on it, Ye Cheng held the ring thoughtfully.A Weibo I just saw said that when you put your fingers close to the eyebrows of people, you will feel uncomfortable. I wonder if it is suitable for cats?

Putting the ring between Song Pangpang's eyes, the little thing that was beeping non-stop just now turned off in an instant, and sat on the ground tremblingly, with two big eyes desperately looking in the middle, there was a tendency to become cross-eyed .

Seeing Ye Cheng shrug his shoulders, he took a photo and posted it on Weibo, clarifying what happened last night.

Yecheng Sugar: The first Weibo of the new year.I ran on the street last night because my house had a power outage, and the cat at home is rather silly, a little fool who is afraid of the dark and the cold [Picture]

Fans seem to be always online, and they receive replies, likes and reposts as soon as they post on Weibo.

Short Tail: Ring!You haven't answered who gave us the ring QAQ!Are you someone out there!

Mr. WIFI: I’m afraid there’s no one outside, maybe there’s a cat [Light a cigarette]

Guji Guji: Take out my 2.0 eyesight, there are letters on the inside of the ring! Sugar & Precious!Brothers, come and decode it!

Ye Cheng was in a good mood when he was amused by this photo, he liked the first few comments, and then went to follow the cat Weibo he followed.While brushing, two moving pictures jumped into his eyes, Ye Cheng thought for a while, and rushed into the room to find a hoodie with a tag on it.

Then he hugged the somewhat languid chubby, and put it into his hat like in the animation on Weibo.

Why do you feel a little tightness in your neck...

Still a little out of breath...

Song Ruoci in the hat was very novel. After sweeping away the listless look just now, he looked around with his small head, hooked Ye Cheng's slightly curly hair with his paws, and greeted Mary Jack on the ground.

Although he strangled his neck, Ye Cheng was also flustered with joy, turning his head to look at his own cutie in the hat from time to time.

"Ruoci!" Song's mother Song Qingshi's voice suddenly sounded outside the door, "Why aren't you at home?"

Ye Cheng was in high spirits, opened the door when he reached the door, and greeted Song's mother. Behind him, Song Ruoci poked out his hairy head and looked at his mother.

Then he saw his Mama's eyes light up.

"Why do you live at the opposite door?" Song Qingshi was invited into the house by Ye Cheng, sat on the sofa and looked around.

Ye Cheng rubbed his nose in embarrassment: "It's convenient to see him buy it."

"That's it." Song Qingshi nodded, "Why isn't Ruoci at home? Where did he go? No one answered the phone,"

Ye Cheng looked at Pangpang Song with his head on his shoulder in embarrassment: "I went to the supermarket, and I think I'll be back in a while."

After saying this, Ye Cheng wanted to slap himself.

"Then I'll wait for him for a while." Song Qingshi said and leaned back on the sofa, "You have quite a lot of cats, and they are quite cute. Can you just give me a hug on the one on your back?"

The tone of the second half of the sentence is cautious.

Originally planning to bring Song Pangpang into the bedroom and wait for him to turn into a human form, Ye Cheng was taken aback, and asked: How should the future mother-in-law's request be refused?

Answer: No solution.

So in Song Ruoci's almost desperate eyes, Ye Cheng handed him to his future mother-in-law.

"The kitten is so cute." Song Qingshi rubbed Song Pangpang's head, and snored a few times, "The eyes..."

"It's very similar to Ruo Ci's childhood."

After Mama Song finished speaking, she burst out laughing: "Isn't it great to compare a cat with my son?"

Song Ruoci was a little flustered at this moment, her eyes widened, as black as melted ancient ink, but because of her own mother, that panic was gradually replaced by joy.

He had never seen his mother like this about small animals before. He clearly remembered that he raised a little hamster when he was a child, but was mercilessly given away by Song's mother.

Ye Cheng took fruit and poured hot tea for his future mother-in-law, then squatted on the ground and pretended to pour cat food. Hearing this, he was taken aback, and half the bowl of cat food was spilled, and Mary gave him a paw unceremoniously.

"Can you give me a handful?" Another request from the future mother-in-law.

Under Song Ruoci's desperate eyes again, Ye Cheng gave Song Qingshi a handful of cat food.

"Why don't you eat it?" Song Qingshi pinched a small piece of cat food and put it next to Song Ruoci's mouth, wondering.

Song Ruoci gritted his teeth, and would rather die than speak.

Even if I, Song Ruoci, starved to death, I wouldn't eat a bite of cat food!

"If you don't eat it, don't eat it." Song Qingshi felt a little regretful, and then glanced at the face of the kitten in her arms, "It really looks like when Ruoci was a child."

"Really, maybe they're all equally cute." Ye Cheng laughed wildly at the side.

It's more than a resemblance, it's your son, auntie!

Song Qingshi teased Pangpang for a while, waiting for his son: "Did he go to the supermarket? Is it this supermarket in the community? I'll just go to the supermarket to find him, maybe I can meet him halfway. "

How could Ye Cheng let her really go to the supermarket, besides her son was in her arms: "Don't, don't, it's cold outside, I'll go and have a look and call him back, just sit at home."

While speaking, he winked at Song Ruoci.

Come here you, come here quickly.

The understanding Song Ruoci meowed a few times, broke free from Song Qingshi's arms and ran to Ye Cheng's feet.

"The kitten is going out with you too?" Song Qingshi was taken aback for a moment.

Ye Cheng said without changing his face: "Well, I prefer snow."

"Forget it." Song Qingshi said and stood up, "It's cold, so don't go out, I'm just here to deliver something, and to explain something to him, I'll let you know when he's not here."

Ye Cheng and Song Ruoci raised their heads together.

"He is afraid of the dark, so we must ask him to turn on a light at night."

"Although there is heating, I still have to make him wear socks at night in winter."

"Try not to let him eat spicy food. He had stomach problems when he was a child."

"Also..."

As Song Ruoci listened, his eyes gradually became moist, and his heart was filled with various emotions. Song Qingshi said that there were many things that even he himself did not know.

"They must love you."

After watching Song Qingshi go out, Song Ruoci jumped out of Ye Cheng's arms and ran back to the bedroom. As soon as the door was closed, she turned into a human form, quickly put on her clothes and flipped out from the window next to the courtyard.

The snow under the feet was creaking, and there were still small snowflakes falling from the top of the head. After a few steps, Song Ruoci saw Song Qingshi not far away.

"Why are you only wearing a sweater?" Song Qingshi looked at her son who was out of breath, and couldn't help but reach out and touch his cool cheeks like she did when she was a child, "I only wear slippers, so my feet won't be cold when I go shopping in the supermarket like this... hey ?”

Before she finished speaking, Song Ruoci hugged her into her arms.

"Mom, happy new year."