The emperor can't do it [entertainment circle]

A day goes by in the blink of an eye, and then...the next day continues.

Song Jing was very busy and couldn't stay on the set for a long time, so she always came to visit from time to time. The employees of the branch experienced the feeling of being checked by the head teacher again, and the bathroom became even worse.

I don't know if it's because Xiao Yan's acting skills blow up everyone's three views on the first day, but everyone feels that they have improved a lot on the second day!Simply gratifying.When the last scene was filmed, everyone in the room was elated, and those who didn't know thought they had completed some Hollywood blockbuster.

Although Mr. Song said that everyone can go to the Rome Holiday dinner after hard work, and he treats guests, but when the director waved "goodbye" to Xiao Yan, he still made it clear with a smile that it is best not to see each other again, otherwise he will have to retire early recuperate.Gu Qian left without stopping, pressing the calculator while feeling heartbroken over the announcements that had been rejected for the past two days, determined to die on the way to the announcements.

In the end, under the condemnation of Qiao Zhiyuan's distressed eyes, and the worry of the little assistant "going into the tiger's mouth", Xiao Yan swaggered and followed Song Jing into the car... It was the kind of car in the real sense.

Xiao Yan buckled up his seat belt with a depressed face. He was tired and sleepy after two days of shooting commercials, and he slumped in the passenger seat without moving: "Is my acting really that bad?"

Song Jing concentrated on driving: "Yes."

Xiao Yan was extremely resentful: "You said that I am not good at studying now, and I am also a scumbag at performing arts. I feel... I feel like I can't do anything well."

Song Jing glanced at him: "Do you think you did a good job before?"

Xiao Yan: "Song! Love! Qing!"

"Ok?"

"...I want to drink the milk tea at the intersection ahead!" Xiao Yan gave up on himself.

"No."

"Then I want to grill skewers again!" Xiao Yan said that modern food is really delicious. Even if he was an emperor before, he ate delicacies from mountains and seas, but there were no condiments and new tricks.

"Neither."

Xiao Yan refused to accept: "Why?!"

Song Jing has reason and evidence: "It's not hygienic, too fresh is not good for the stomach."

#宋老妈子在线上酒很#

Xiao Yan looked helplessly at the snack bars passing by the car window and was left behind, and angrily retaliated: "I used to be nine years behind you, but now I am 14 years apart, and you are so caring , I will call you old from now on! Song! Slightly slightly slightly."

Song Jing: "..."

Xiao Yan muttered all the way, the sound became smaller and smaller, when Song Jing parked the car at the gate of the community, he turned his head and saw that the little guy was sleeping soundly with his head up on the seat, and when Song Jing carried him on his back, he just smashed it mouth, dazedly rubbing his head.

This is an apartment in an old street. It is very close to the school. Many of them are second-year and third-year students who moved out to live in, so that parents can come and take care of them. The floors of the community are almost the same, and the distance between buildings is very narrow. It is difficult for people on the upper floors to get sunlight.Song Xuyao ​​gave the address in advance, and Xiao Yan lived in the corner.

Song Jing carried Xiao Yan around on her back, walked through the narrow alley between the floors, climbed up five flights of stairs, and finally arrived at the door of Xiao Yan's house, lifted the sleepy man on her back, and pulled it away with difficulty Find the key in the zipper of the schoolbag.

The aunt next door just came out to take out the trash. Her daughter was in the same class as Xiao Yan. Seeing the mature Song Jing, her eyes lit up. Spare!" Auntie enthusiastically took out a key from under the flower pot on the stairs.

"Thank you." Song Jing took the key, hesitated again and again, and said: "I am not Xiao Yan's father."

"Hey, I'm sorry, I said I looked so young, and I wanted to ask if it was Xiao Yan's brother, but I thought Xiao Yan didn't seem to have a brother." The aunt smiled, "You are... Xiao Yan's uncle, right? ? Do you want to come to our house for dinner later?"

Song Jing: "...No, thank you."

Song Jing didn't expect that she would have a day when she would be stuck at the top of the stairs asking about her health, not to mention getting two arrows in a row on the question of age.

These didn't affect Xiao Yan's sleep quality at all, and he was even more at ease than before. When he opened his eyes with a yawn, he could smell the strong aroma of vegetables. A carp stood up from the bed, and couldn't wait to wash his hands. Sitting down, Song Jing was eating elegantly opposite, Xiao Yan said that he could eat two bowls of rice just by looking at Prime Minister Song's face.

Moreover, although it is just a simple stir-fry, what Prime Minister Song cooks is delicious... Wait a minute, when did Lao Song learn to cook?

Facing Xiao Yan's suspicious gaze, Song Jing touched her nose: "It was given by the aunt next door."

Depend on!Xiao Yan put down his chopsticks angrily, it must be because he coveted Lao Song's beauty!

Song Jing raised her eyebrows, Xiao Yan timidly picked up the chopsticks again, and continued to chop the rice sullenly.

#老宋色美如果弹引引... What should I do with my aunt?Waiting online, very urgent#

After dinner, Xiao Yan volunteered to wash the dishes and return them to the next door, and was dragged along for a long time. The aunt asked if Song Jing was married or had a girlfriend, and she kept thinking about coming over. In just a few minutes, I will introduce someone to Song Jing.

In order to prevent the aunt from further harassment, Xiao Yan angrily pushed Song Jing away. Song Jing stood at the door, touched the little guy's head, and asked again: "You really don't want to move to my place?"

"I paid the rent for half a year, and it would be too wasteful not to refund it." Xiao Yante regretted that when he received the peek-a-boo appearance fee, he used the money richly to throw the fierce renter in the face, otherwise he would be able to touch the old man. Song's pectoral muscles fell asleep!Besides, his handsome Prime Minister Song is now selling learning machines, and he has to keep the prodigal Song Xuyao ​​running around, so he has to save a little.

Xiao Yan silently recited "Be ashamed of arrogance and extravagance, and be proud of thrift and frugality" and "Sex = that is = is = emptiness, emptiness is sex", and shook his head firmly.

Unexpectedly, the little emperor who used to spend money like water would learn to save money. Song Jing thought it would be more interesting not to tell Xiao Yan the truth for the time being, "Then you should rest at home."

Xiao Yan pouted: "I haven't finished my homework yet, I guess I will have to work overtime tonight, and I have to get up for school tomorrow."

Song Jing stared at the little emperor's haggard face, with two black spots under his eyes, and couldn't help frowning: "If you don't want to be an artist..."

"Don't worry!" Xiao Yan showed a row of small white teeth with a smirk, and stretched out his arms to pat Song Jing's shoulder pretending to be old-fashioned, "I will work hard to make money to support my family and change my family. Lao Song, you are responsible for being beautiful!"

"Okay." Song Jing didn't struggle with words, turned and went out.

As a result, as soon as he went down two steps of stairs, Xiao Yan hurriedly put on his shoes and ran down: "Old Song, I'll take you to the top of the stairs!"

At the top of the stairs, Xiao Yan reluctantly said: "Old Song, I'll take you to the car!"

When Song Jing started the car, Xiao Yan pulled the car window pitifully, blushing a little: "Old Song~ How about I go to your place for a rest today?"

"go back."

"Oh."

Song Jing ruthlessly stepped on the gas pedal and left, not even giving Xiao Yan a chance to look back.

When he went to school the next day, Xiao Yan's dark circles became more serious. Last night, just thinking about Prime Minister Song and Prime Minister Song's warm... palms, and looking at homework felt like he was looking at a ball of paste.

Just as Xiao Yan lay down on the seat, the four-eyed boy behind him quickly came over, and threw his mobile phone in front of him: "Brother! You are finally here, let me show you a breaking news post!"

"You are so courageous, you dare to take out your phone blatantly." Xiao Yan raised his head feebly, squinted his eyes at the phone screen, and finally saw the headline of the post clearly - "Picking up the straight and crooked president Brother and the High School Student Internet Celebrity He Supported".