The daily life of the film emperor raising cubs

Ling Jing was a light sleeper, and almost woke up immediately when he heard some movement.

Seeing Xiaotuanzi meowing against the wall, he reached out and rubbed his little head.

"Does it still hurt?" He asked in a low voice, his voice a little hoarse.

Song Yu shook his little head, calmed down the frightened energy, and took the initiative to move over to him, rubbing against him, looking cute: "Meow."

It's not very painful.

Song Yu hadn't woken up just now, and Ling Jing didn't dare to bathe the little guy rashly. Seeing his recovery, he pointed to his dirty hair: "Do you want to wash it?"

If it had been put before, Ling Jing probably would have taken him to the wash without saying a word.

Thinking of the injuries the little guy suffered for himself, Ling Jing couldn't get tough.

Song Yu lowered his head, looked at his dirty little face, his little face tensed up instantly, and he nodded seriously.

to wash.

What he remembered was that Ling Jing hated being dirty the most!

Seeing that he agreed, Ling Jing reached out and picked him up, got off the bed and walked to the bathroom.

Not long after, warm water was poured on Song Yu's head, and Ling Jing's slender and beautiful fingers were interspersed in his dirty hair, washing carefully.

After washing, I quickly wrapped it in a large towel and dried it in front of the hair dryer.

When everything is done, the night is getting darker.

"Go on to sleep." Ling Jing put the beautifully washed dumpling on the bed and prepared to go back to sleep.

But as soon as Song Yu got out of bed, before he could close his eyes, he suddenly remembered something important.

"Meow!"

Song Yu jumped off the bed, spinning around anxiously.

Where is his little cloth bag? !What about the little cloth bag he's been wearing for a long time? !

Thinking of how many trash cans I had rummaged through to save enough for a cloth bag, Song Yu's little milk voice was about to cry.

And Ling Jing, who was sitting on the bed, also frowned slightly as he watched him turn back and forth.

"What's the fuss in the middle of the night? Come back to sleep." He called.

This little thing has internal injuries, the doctor said to take a good rest, tossing around on the ground, isn't it just looking for trouble.

Ling Jing's voice became cold, but Song Yu didn't pay attention at all.

He didn't find the baby cloth bag in the bedroom, and wanted to run out.

In the end, before reaching the door, Ling Jing, who had been told out of patience, walked over with a blank expression and grabbed the back of his neck.

Leaving the little guy's body in the air, Ling Jing said lightly: "Disobedient?"

Song Yu flapped his four claws and said urgently, "Meow!"

Put it down quickly!

Not only did Ling Jing not let it go, but he even carried it and pressed it onto the bed.And Song Yu was so anxious that he got angry, and with a tiger face, he meowed fiercely at Ling Jing.

The noisy Ling Jing's ears hurt.

One person and one small group confronted each other for a long time, and finally, Ling Jing raised his hand and rubbed his temples, finally guessing what he meant.

"Looking for something from you?"

"Meow." That's right, Song Yu's anxious little voice finally slowed down.

Ling Jing glanced at him with deep eyes, and after a while, he walked out as if resigned to his fate, and gave Song Yu the small cloth bag he brought back.

When Song Yu saw the precious little cloth bag, his round eyes, which were flushed with anxiety just now, smiled a little in an instant.

He hugged the dusty little cloth bag with two paws, then cleared his throat, raised his little head, and looked at Ling Jing.

"Meow."

Song Yu's tone was soft and his expression was soft.Like offering a treasure, he pushed the small cloth bag in front of Ling Jing, motioning him to open it.

Ling Jing raised his eyebrows, surprise flashed across his eyes.

"Are you... wanting to give it to me?"

Song Yu "meowed" again, looking at him with beautiful round eyes without blinking.

The corners of Ling Jing's lips curled up.

It turned out that the little thing was so anxious to find this little cloth bag just now, it was because of him.

Suppressing the joy in his heart, Ling Jing had a calm expression on his face, and he loosened the mouth of the small cloth bag a few times, and the corner of his eyes still seemed to sweep Xiaotuanzi.

Gee.

This nervous and expectant little round face is quite cute.

Kind of like kneading it.

But fortunately, Ling Jing's self-control was good enough to control his hand, and he didn't really rub it.

After pouring out all the contents of the small cloth bag, the corners of Ling Jing's raised lips froze suddenly.

"This, these, you want to give this to me?!" Ling Jing was unprecedented, his voice was stuttering.

Especially when he picked up the medicine bottle, identified it again and found that he read it correctly...

Song Yu was still meowing at him as if asking for credit, with a little smug expression on his face.

That's right!

The bottle in Ling Jing's hand was accidentally lost by others, and after Song Yu picked it up, he thought it was very bad and hid the bottle.

Because it recognizes this medicine bottle!

When I was wandering in a small alley, some men always used this, saying that this thing is good.

It's just that the name is a bit weird.

Call Viagra.

"Little thing." Ling Jing called out in a low voice, his voice seemed to be suppressing some emotion, but he couldn't suppress it after all. "You think, I need this?!"

Song Yu sensitively sensed that something was wrong with his mood, and was a little stunned for a while.

"Meow……"

He called out cautiously, a little helpless in his eyes that were still shining.

Doesn't Ling Jing like this medicine bottle?

But that's because he mustered up a lot of courage and became a little bad auspicious beast for the first time in exchange for it.

Ling Jing was gripping the medicine bottle, and was about to have a heart attack from anger.

But looking at the grievance in Xiaotuanzi's eyes, his anger was instantly dispelled.

He raised his left hand and pressed hard on the acupoints. After a long time, he forcibly digested the oppression, and then he opened his mouth.

"Don't be afraid of me, I won't kill you."

He is fussing about with a little dumpling who doesn't understand anything, isn't that just asking for anger?

Throwing the medicine bottle aside, Ling Jing put down his hand rubbing his temples, and emphasized to him in a complicated tone: "I don't need this thing, and I don't need this thing either."

When Song Yu heard this, he felt even more aggrieved.

After he picked it up, it was just a precious medicine bottle, and Ling Jing didn't care about anything at all.

He sucked his little nose, but obediently coaxed himself in his heart.

it's OK.

He also picked up other treasures.

So, he stretched out his little claws, and pushed the pile of other treasures towards Ling Jing.

With the medicine bottle just now.

Ling Jing was also mentally prepared for what came next.

And this little dumpling did not disappoint him.

The rest of these things are all exciting.

Xiaotuanzi picked up a bunch of cheap condoms that couldn't be called a brand.

There are palm-sized ointments and small toys.

The only thing that is normal is a few pieces of chocolate that are too hard to eat.

Ling Jing is now very sure that the place where Xiao Tuanzi wandered this time——

Definitely not a decent place!

Putting all these things away, Ling Jing felt that his eyes were offended just now.

He pinched Song Yu's round face, and couldn't bear it anymore.

Even if this little round face looks innocent and wronged, he still has to knead it!

"What's your opinion on me being single? So you want to use these things to stimulate me?"

Song Yu's face was pinched by him, and he couldn't even meow!

He's so pissed.

Obviously he gave Ling Jing so many treasures, but Ling Jing still bullied him!

The author has something to say: Yuzai, you really don’t need medicine for Lao Gong.

Today's Yingying Ling is more wronged than Yuzi hhhh

被捏脸的鱼崽，来念感谢名单~啾咪感谢在2020-05-1108:24:09~2020-05-1122:04:20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 threw the grenade: African Chief Meow February? 1;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 232161121;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: (づ●─●)づ, 10 bottles of dead bodies everywhere; 5 bottles of Qianying, Cangli, lemon grapefruit, mourning, and starry sky; 4 bottles of Amber; 1 bottle of rabbit who loves chestnuts;

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