The daily life of the film emperor raising cubs

Hearing this question, Song Yu made a small face and said fiercely, "I won't tell you!"

The last time Mumu finished the deep meaning of sleeping with him, she also told him quietly that these are all secrets, small secrets, and should not be said outside.

Seeing that he didn't cooperate, Jiang Hang was not annoyed, but found it more interesting.

"I have some things I've researched here. I'll give them to you by phone. Now that I've come across them, I'll give them to you." He generously shook the things in his hands, and handed them to Song Yu.

Song Yu took it passively, her little hand hurt a little from being strangled.

What are they?It was quite heavy.

After handing him the things, Jiang Hang went to the ward to talk to Ling Jing for a while, and after a while, he got up and left.

Outside, Song Yu was curiously opening the bag, wanting to see what was inside.

The box is simple, like homemade balm.There are also weird sprays, small toys...

Song Yu was confused, and Jiang Hang, who was preparing these, seemed to know that he might not understand, so he thoughtfully put a handwritten manual next to him, writing everything in it straightforwardly. It's clear again.

Looking at it, Song Yu blushed.

And Song Tang, who just came back with food after shopping, saw his younger brother standing stupidly in the corridor from a distance, and called him in advance.

Hearing the sound, the blushing little guy seemed to be taken aback suddenly, quickly put the things in his arms into his arms, turned around and ran back to the ward.

The expression on Song Tang's cheerful greeting to his younger brother froze in an instant.

soon.

Song Tang hurriedly returned to the bedroom, facing his younger brother who was sitting on Ling Jing's bed with his head hanging down and guilty conscience written all over his face, he narrowed his eyes and asked, "Why were you hiding from me just now?"

Song Yu held one of Ling Jing's fingers nervously, and for the first time mustered up the courage to lie in front of his brother.

"I, I didn't hide. I just thought that Ling Jing said he wanted to drink water, so I came back and poured water for him."

Ling Jing: "..."

Ling Jing was resting his eyes with his eyes closed, and when he heard that he was involved in this lie, he immediately became interested.

But he didn't expose his own child, but was busy helping him to get rid of the lie first.

Song Tang didn't know if he believed it, anyway, he didn't ask any more questions.

into the night.

Several people gathered around to eat, Song Tang yawned and went to sleep next door.

Needless to say, Qin Yan naturally followed him.

Only Ling Jing and Song Yu were left in the room, and Song Yu was also good. He used the suite prepared for family members in the VIP ward, washed up in it, and ran out without any clothes on.

He didn't bring a change of clothes, and he didn't have time to go back to get them.

Simply everything in the ward is clean, especially the bed, even if you don't wear anything, it's okay to just lie on it.

Ling Jing's illness does not lie in external injuries, but internal injuries.

Therefore, there is no big difference on the surface now.

After Song Yu finished washing, Ling Jing also went to wash, and when he came back wrapped in a bath towel, he saw a small bag bulging inside the quilt.

"Yuyu."

He walked over a few steps, sat on the edge of the bed, and patted the little drum on the bed: "What are you doing?"

Song Yu's voice came from under the quilt, a little muffled: "I'm looking at something."

"What? Did you take it back to the ward and hide it secretly?"

At that time of night, the little guy hurried over from the outside, without showing him much at all, he just hid the things in his arms into the small cabinet in the room.

After releasing it, he still wanted to hide it and said: "I just released some of my own things, you are not allowed to read them."

Although Ling Jing nodded at the time, he still planned to find a chance to see what the little guy was hiding in such a mysterious way.

Right now is obviously the opportunity to come to your door.

Song Yu was still fiddling with something, and even turned on the flashlight directly under the quilt, with faint light leaking out.

Seeing that he was silent, Ling Jing tugged at his quilt directly.

But Song Yu refused to give in at first, but in the end, he also relaxed, poking out a small head, probably because he was so stuffed under the quilt, his face was a little red.

He looked at Ling Jing with sparkling eyes: "Ling Jing, let me show you something!"

As he said that, he also loosened the side of the quilt, signaling that Ling Jing would get under the quilt just like him.

Ling Jing was not polite, and squeezed in.

As soon as he entered, Song Yu immediately wrapped the two of them up again with a quilt.

The light of the flashlight clearly illuminates the scene in the quilt.

But when Ling Jing looked at the cover that had just been dismantled on the quilt, as well as the ointment and the small toys, he felt his brain buzzing and explode.

"Yu, Yuyu?"

Ling Jing's eyes were terribly dark. He looked at those things and asked in a deep voice, "Where did you get these things?"

Song Yu was holding the balm, her face was red.

But Ling Jing knew this time, his blushing was not suppressed at all, and he was nervous when doing these little bad things.

"Jiang Hang gave it." Song Yu sold him without hesitation, and then rushed to the point.

"Ling Jing, I want to sleep with you!" He said, holding the balm for emphasis: "I want to use this, and then sleep."

Worried that Ling Jing would not be able to use it, Song Yu stretched out his finger, dipped it in the ointment, and used it on himself.

At that scene, the excited Ling Jing's eyes instantly turned red.

"I can't poke it in."

Song Yu was half lying on the bed, her body as white as jade bent out a seductive arc.He frowned and looked at his hands worryingly: "I must be too scared."

After all, poking yourself always feels weird.

Ling Jing's Adam's apple was rolling, his body was like a stiff sculpture, he didn't even dare to move.

Afraid, unable to hold back his reason, he ate the little guy on the spot.

The little guy has to leave tomorrow to film a show, and tonight, if he really does it, it's impossible to stop.And considering tomorrow's itinerary, he must not really torment people.

He wanted to let him go, but the other party obviously didn't intend to cooperate.

The hair-dyed scented paste was directly stuffed into his hand by the little guy who didn't dare to do it himself.

"Give you."

Song Yu rolled in front of him, and took another open cover with his little hand.

"Do you want to put this on?"

Ling Jing closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and gritted his teeth again, but his teeth were almost shattered, and his desire still did not subside in the slightest.

Seeing that he was not moving, Song Yu frowned, and asked hesitantly, "Ling Jing, is it because you can't sleep with me?"

Mumu said that Ling Jing hasn't touched him for so long, maybe it's because of his poor health...

Song Yu didn't think so at that time, but now, he also began to doubt.

No man is willing to bear a "no" hat.

Ling Jing is no exception.

He was teased like this, and he just felt that if he continued to hold back, Yuyu would appreciate his good intentions, and would only feel that he might not be able to do it.

"Yuyu..." Ling Jing finally moved.

He leaned over, kissed the charming little face in front of him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Put it on for me."

Song Yu's whole body was limp from being kissed by him, and the movements of his hands were already unfamiliar, and now he couldn't find the right way.

In the end, Ling Jing did it himself.

Jiang Hang's special balm has an indescribable fragrance when used.

Ling Jing only used his hands, and before he could move his hands, it already made the brave little guy tear up.

"It hurts."

Song Yu's eyes were red, with a pitiful look on her small face: "I don't want to sleep like this anymore."

Mumu lied.

Sleeping like this is not comfortable at all, and it hurts.

For the first time, Ling Jing himself was also a novice on the road, so naturally he was not very proficient.

Seeing that the little guy was tearful, he was no longer happy, so Ling Jing simply stopped delaying and went straight to the point.

but--

"Wooooow, you are bad!"

Ling Jing only tried his hand at the truth a little bit, not to mention beating the little guy until he was in pain, even he didn't get well.

There was a stalemate for a moment.

Finally, under the offensive of tears, Ling Jing's heart softened.

He backs out.He lowered his head and kissed the wet little face in front of him, coaxing in a hoarse voice: "Hey, don't cry, I won't let you hurt anymore."

Song Yu couldn't stop crying for a while, it wasn't all pain, he was mostly scared.

Woody Copley, all he said was that doing this sort of thing would make both of you comfortable.

Therefore, he will look forward to it.Even if Jiang Hang didn't prepare anything, he planned to finish recording the show and sleep with Ling Jing when he came back.

The expectation is great, and the blow is also great.

Ling Jing managed to coax him well, and he himself was exhausted.

What can I do, the little guy is afraid of pain, does he have to continue to be a vegetarian in the future?

The coaxed little guy lay on his chest, and it took him a while to feel better.

He sniffed, feeling a little embarrassed by crying just now, so he began to try to make up for some face.

"It's not that I have to cry, it's that you are too big." Song Yu looked up at her tender little face and said to him seriously: "If you were smaller, I wouldn't cry anymore. "

Ling Jing put his arms around him, and smiled angrily: "If I am younger, then you will cry later."

Song Yu was stunned for a moment, but didn't understand the meaning.

Ling Jing didn't explain any more to him, he just made up the bed, and the two of them moved to another clean bed to sleep.

But Song Yu, who was very anxious, couldn't help but ask him——

"Ling Jing, do you still want to poke me in the future?"

Ling Jing's blood was almost surging again when he was asked, so he stretched out his hand, covered his eyes, and coaxed: "Good boy, go to sleep."

He still has internal injuries in his body, and he really can't stand being teased and then suffocated.

Otherwise, if it continues like this, it will be scrapped sooner or later.

His eyes were covered, but Song Yu still didn't want to sleep.

He rubbed vigorously on Ling Jing's chest, and after rubbing against Ling Jing's ear, he whispered something.

After finishing speaking, Ling Jing's eyes seemed to have a dark meaning.

"Are you sure... that way you won't be afraid?" He asked.

Song Yu nodded vigorously.

After a while, Ling Jing applied the ointment again, this time he was no longer as impatient as before, but only used one finger.

He didn't use the second one until the little guy got used to it completely.

The two fingers are the idea of ​​a little guy who knows that he will definitely be poked in the future, so he has thought about it step by step in advance and tried it every day.

And Ling Jing also felt that it was feasible.

Someday he will be able to fully adapt to the third finger, and then he will eat people properly.

Although Song Yu tossed a lot during this sleep, the quality of sleep was not affected at that time, and he still slept soundly.

It's just that the next day, Song Tang came early in the morning to deliver food to his younger brother. As a result, when he saw that his baby brother slept with Ling Jing and slept in another bed, and the other bed was still a bit messy, he shook his hand in shock. The soup dumplings in it were spilled all over the floor.

His younger brother, his precious baby, was ruined!

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