The daily life of the film emperor raising cubs

Ling Jing choked, looking at the little guy's swollen face, he belatedly remembered the 800-meter-thick filter the latter used on his brother.

"Okay." Ling Jing said against his will, "He's not fat."

It was rare for the two of them to have such a leisurely shopping time, holding each other's hands and walking aimlessly.

By evening.

Mu Xi hadn't come back yet, without the cameras of the program team to shoot at any time, Ling Jing went directly to the dinner table.

The aunt is very enthusiastic about Ling Jing, she feels that Ling Jing is the biggest living star she has ever seen, so it is rare.

Essen still only has food in his eyes.

After eating and drinking enough, he poked Song Yu: "Yuyu, I'm not here today, I'll go to your room to sleep, and we can just chat."

After finishing speaking, Ling Jing interrupted him: "No."

Essen was a little unconvinced by the rejection, and pressed her in a low voice, "Brother Ling, even if you are Yuyu's elder, you still have to let him socialize normally."

That's right, even though he saw Ling Jing and Song Yu holding hands with his own eyes, the weak-hearted Essen still persisted in thinking that it was the care and love from the elders.

Ling Jing raised his eyebrows and asked him, "Who said I was his elder?"

Essen was stunned: "If it's not an elder, what is it?"

Yuyu is even younger than him, and the two of them are obviously not of the same generation as Ling Jing.

Speaking of the three-year-old generation gap, Essen feels that the gap between Yuyu and Ling Jing is probably not shallow.It stands to reason that Yuyu likes to play with her...

With the elders and aunts around, Ling Jing couldn't say something directly. He glanced at Song Yu who was biting the drumstick, and said softly, "Yuyu, tell him, would you like to sleep with him tonight?"

Song Yu shook his head without any hesitation.

"No."

Looking directly at Essen's hurt eyes, Song Yu's face was cold: "I want to sleep with Ling Jing."

Essen accepted the rejection of X2, and was so sad and angry that he added a big bowl of rice to himself: "Yuyu, you are so clingy to Brother Ling, and Brother Ling will find a girlfriend in the future, and the girlfriend will definitely be jealous!"

girlfriend?

Song Yu frowned: "Ling Jing doesn't have a girlfriend."

"That doesn't mean there won't be any in the future." Essen looked at Ling Jing's appearance and the status of the other party, and said sincerely: "Whether in the circle or outside the circle, Ling Jing has always been rated as the most want to marry Husband ranks first."

"Oh, if I'm not too straight, I would like to marry."

Hearing this, Song Yu immediately looked at him vigilantly: "You can't marry!"

Essen doesn't plan to marry either, his soul mates only have food and game consoles, even with Luo Xiao's cp speculation so hot, he treats him as a pure buddy.

But looking at Song Yu's little appearance of protecting the food, Essen suddenly felt a little bad.

He deliberately said: "Why can't I marry? I'm also very handsome, okay?"

As he said that, he looked at Ling Jing anxiously, and made a contrived wink at him: "Brother Ling, think about me? If you let me in, it's okay for me to bend over."

Song Yu: "..."

The chicken legs in Song Yu's hands were no longer fragrant.

He stared at the beautiful amber pupils, and shouted at Essen: "Don't think about it! Ling Jing doesn't think about you!"

"Why can't you consider me?" Essen said to himself: "My conditions are not bad."

Song Yu blushed, and finally gave the reason angrily: "Because you are fat!"

"Ling Jing doesn't like fat people." Song Yu said firmly in a small voice, "He likes me, and I'm not fat."

Essen: "...How do you say that you still have personal attacks!"

Essen, who was brutally attacked, looked down at his figure, and then selectively blinded: "I'm not fat, I'm strong."

Song Yu looked at him with disdain, obviously not admitting to being fat.

After a meal, Song Yu was very unhappy.

Finally got off the dinner table, the aunt looked at Song Yu's small bowl, and said worriedly: "Yuyu, you eat too little, you will be hungry at night."

Song Yu patted his belly and replied, "I'm not hungry, I'm full."

After eating enough, he dragged Ling Jing to find the little half demon.

The little half-demon didn't know Ling Jing, but Ling Jing looked pretty, so she couldn't help but ask Song Yu, "Brother Yuyu, who is this good-looking big brother?"

Song Yu was still not wary of a seven or eight-year-old child.

He pointed at Ling Jing, lowered his voice, and said triumphantly, "I'm telling you secretly, this is my husband."

The little half demon was stunned on the spot.

"Brother and big brother, are you married?"

Song Yu: "..."

Song Yu thought for a while: "It seems not yet."

Marriage requires a ceremony, even if it is on their mountain top, they have to pull red cloth, put on a red wedding dress, and then invite a lot of people to drink wedding wine in a lively manner. After the worship, it is considered a marriage.

But he and Ling Jing seem to have done nothing yet.

Sensing this fact, Song Yu's mood fell instantly.

Little Banyao sensitively sensed that he seemed to be in a bad mood, and was a little at a loss: "Brother Yuyu, even if you are not married, you and big brother are a good match."

Song Yu nodded listlessly.

And Ling Jing, who was next to him, saw this scene, and suddenly made a decision in his heart.

But for now, he doesn't plan to tell Yuyu.

Song Yu helped Xiao Banyao set up a street stall, while Ling Jing watched quietly beside him.

After they finished their work, Song Yu took the dessert that the little half demon handed over to Essen, and then went back.

at night.

Ling Jing went to take a shower, while Song Yu was playing with his mobile phone.

When recording the program, their mobile phones were kept by the program team and were not returned until today.

Song Yu was not in a hurry to get on the tuba with V, but first went to the trumpet "Kiss Ling Jing".

His trumpet used to be clocked in every day in Ling Jingchao, but now he had to stop for several days.

As soon as I posted on Weibo, I received a lot of news in private messages.

"Little Yuyu, what's the matter with you recently? You haven't posted on Weibo? You haven't even checked in!"

"Yuyu! Where are you? I haven't seen you for several days!"

There were dozens of private messages, all of them were enthusiastic fans that Song Yu met in Ling Jingchao's chat.

When Song Yu was accosted by them and asked her name, she only said that her name was Yuyu.

When those people heard this name, they still thought she was a cute little girl.

Clutching the phone, Song Yu seriously replied one by one.

"I went to work, and now the work is over, so I have time to post on Weibo. [Hua Hua] [Hua Hua]"

"Nothing happened to me, don't worry about me [rabbit] [rabbit]"

Song Yu skillfully used the small chat expressions.

After chatting with them for a while, Song Yu began to routinely post on Weibo.

"I really want to marry Ling Jing, but it costs a lot of money to get married. I searched and found that the ring is very expensive, the food is very expensive, and many things are very expensive. I have to work harder! This way, I can get married sooner." I saved my marriage money in [Struggle] [Struggle] [Struggle]”

As soon as he posted on Weibo, those little sisters who had been following him for a long time rushed over in an instant.

"Yuyu, didn't you still like to sleep with Ling Jing on Weibo a while ago? Since you've already slept, then we will change to another family after we get married, so as to have a fresh feeling. Let's go, my sister has a new husband recently, and I will introduce you to Look!"

"Sisters climbing the wall in front, don't abduct Yuyu! We, Yuyu, are determined to have only Ling Jing on the wall."

"Yuyu, let me share the burden with you. Let's save money together and marry Ling Jing together!"

The speeches of these people quickly filled the comment area.

And Song Yu looked at the words they typed, and began to seriously reply to each other again.

"I don't want a new husband, I only want Ling Jing."

"You can't marry Ling Jing with me, Ling Jing can only have one partner."

He replied seriously, and the stranger who accidentally brushed his Weibo, after watching his Weibo dynamics, asked curiously: "Are all Ling Jing's fans so smart?"

Especially this blogger who "loves Ling Jing", most of his feeds are recording his daily life with Ling Jing, as well as his confession.

Looking at it, it really seems that I have been with Ling Jing for a long time.

However, with a curious attitude, he clicked on a few other people who interacted under this blogger's comment area.

Then, after clicking in——

"awsl! I'm reminiscing about the poster of my husband Ling Jing again, the abs kill me! Lay flat and sleep!"

"Hey, did Ling Jing come to my dream today? No."

"Husband, please confront me." A passer-by clicked on the blogger who clicked on the picture, which was full of wet scenes in Ling Jing's stills, and found that this person was actually a man.

"terrible……"

In such a comparison, passers-by feel that it is still the one that recorded the daily life just now, warm and lovely.

The trumpet was bustling with activity, and on the big one, Song Yu had just switched to it when he discovered that his Weibo account had skyrocketed again.

It turned out that the director had released a lot of clips these days.

And in those cutscenes, Song Yu's appearances are not rare.

The editing was also very pleasing to him. After all, everyone in the program team knows who is behind Song Yu.

Malicious editing of these things, no one dared to target him.

"There are a lot of 99+." Song Yu said with emotion, "There are still a lot of fans."

Those fans, under the photos of the show that he was asked to post by the director, were blowing rainbow farts crazily.

"I can do this cub!"

"Ma Ma, I saw a living little fairy!"

"My little brother is so pretty, but he's a bit tender, isn't he still very young?"

Song Yu looked at these rainbow farts, and after being happy for a while, he suddenly sat up from the bed as if remembering something, then pouted, and began to take notes seriously.

These people are so good at boasting, he must remember them all and use them on Ling Jing!

After taking notes, Song Yu cut the trumpet again, intending to throw all the rainbow farts out on the trumpet.

Unexpectedly, he slipped his hands for a while, and suddenly clicked on the topic of "shower".

That was also a young lady he was close to, and he accidentally clicked on the blog post that he just liked in the news, with the "shower" tag.

He was about to withdraw, but his eyes caught his name.

"Ling Jing X Yu Yu, late night R18 meat text, high-speed car! Fasten your seat belt!"

R18?Meat text?

Song Yu, who had never been in contact with these before, felt a deep curiosity in his heart.

He stretched out his hand and clicked on the attached link with sparkling eyes.

After a while, Song Yu's face turned red like a tomato.

"In front of the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, Song Yu was lying on the glass, his little face was wet and full of tears. He was crying and begging for mercy...but the people behind him..."

The blogger who wrote the article used bold words and detailed descriptions. Song Yu watched helplessly as he was pressed in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in this [-]-word manuscript. do pass out...

He felt a little dizzy.

And obviously the little blush couldn't do it, but Song Yu seemed to be possessed, and didn't scroll away the page in a daze.

While watching, the door of the bathroom was gently pushed open.

Ling Jing only wore a pair of pajama pants, with his attractive abs naked, and walked out.

He was about to walk to the bed, and seeing the little guy on the bed as if he hadn't noticed him, he still ignored him, couldn't help it, and raised his eyebrows.

"Yuyu, what are you looking down at? So serious?" Ling Jing sat down and asked him while drying his half-dried hair.

Song Yu was flipping through another article written by the r18 blogger who produced a lot of food. When he heard his voice, his brain didn't turn around for a while, and he asked in a daze. A curious question: "Ling Jing, can you really do it seven times in one night?"

The author has something to say: Ling Jing: "..."

You have to try this to know.

啾咪。感谢在2020-07-0623:20:32~2020-07-0719:00:26期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: Cherry, 1 grapefruit beauty;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: Quan Zhilong’s little wife, come on (?˙︶˙?) 10 bottles; 9 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!