The emperor can't do it [entertainment circle]

Before Song Jing's birthday, a perfect birthday celebration plan was finally released.

Of course Song Jing knew nothing about it.

At least Xiao Yan thinks so.

You know, in order to prevent himself from revealing his secrets, he has made a particularly big sacrifice, including restraining the "worry relief" twice a week to one time. Take the opportunity to make up for it all.

However, he is not afraid of opponents who are like gods, but teammates who are like pigs.

Song Xuyao ​​was rather nervous. Every day he and his elder brother looked up and down, and had to hold back the secret, and felt very itchy in his heart. He couldn't hold back every step he took.

Just like now, Song Jing was sitting on the sofa and was stared at by his stupid brother for almost half an hour. When he turned his head and saw Song Xuyao's face rippling with a smile, Song Jing's eyelids twitched, and he was about to leave.

Song Xuyao ​​couldn't sit still, "Brother, don't you want to know something?"

Song Jing: "Get lost."

"..." The more Song Jing didn't want to hear it, the more itchy Song Xuyao ​​felt. Being teased by his elder brother was like scratching his heart with a hundred claws. Finally, he couldn't help coming over, and whispered mysteriously: "Brother, Do you feel that Xiao Yan is a bit abnormal recently?"

Song Jing looked at him expressionlessly: "No."

Every year before his birthday, the little guy always has a few days of abstinence, and he is used to it.

"Tsk," Song Xuyao ​​shook his head and patted Song Jing's shoulder, "Brother, it seems that I overestimated you."

Song Jing: "... When will you move out?"

Song Xuyao: "Hey, I won't tell you."

Song Jing: "..."

He felt that Song Xuyao, a cheap brother, was even more stupid.

But no matter what, Song Jing's birthday is coming soon.

It happened to be Friday, and Xiao Yan was firmly thinking about giving Lao Song a big surprise, so he started to wake up in a daze at three or five o'clock, seeing that the time was still early, hugging Lao Song's charming side face and kissing After taking a bite, I closed my eyes and fell asleep again, and woke up after squinting for a while... Just like that, I woke up and slept intermittently until dawn.

Song Jing's biological clock is very punctual, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Xiao Yan yawning.

Xiao Yan stretched his teeth and claws. Seeing Lao Song woke up, he leaned over sleepily and kissed him on the lips: "Good morning, happy birthday! I wish you happiness like the East China Sea, and your life is better than Nanshan!"

"..." Song Jing rubbed his wobbly hair, grabbing him and kissing him again and again, until the two almost missed each other, then squeezed the little guy's tight buttocks and let him go get out of bed.

Xiao Yan blushed almost to the point of smoking, and quickly ran to the bathroom to drain the water.

It didn't take long for Qiao Zhiyuan to pick him up. Song Jing supervised her stupid brother to get up and go to work as usual. When Xiao Yan hurriedly grabbed his breakfast and went out, the two brothers hadn't come down from the stairs.

From this point of view, today seems to be no different from the greasy mornings in the past.

It's just that Xiao Yan started to giggle as soon as he arrived in the classroom. He smiled at the textbook in the morning self-study, and the teacher in class danced and explained the paper and smiled after reading it. Lamented: "Spring is here, and it's the season of animal breeding..."

Xiao Yan gave him a confused look, "Brother, it's autumn now."

"Tsk, as the saying goes, as long as you love the right person, every day can be spring." Four-eyed boy pushed the frame of the mirror and bumped into him gossipingly, "Besides, who doesn't love spring, right, boy?"

Xiao Yan blushed, imitating how this guy flirts with Wen Xin and punched him: "I hate it."

Four Eyes Boy: "..."

Damn who is this little daughter-in-law? !Where is his noble, glamorous and handsome brother Yan? !

Finally, after school, the "little daughter-in-law" Xiao Yan was eager to return home. Fortunately, Song Jing always got off work later than him, and the road was so congested that he had enough time to prepare.

So when Song Jing came home and opened the door, the room was not as brightly lit as usual, and Zhang Ma was not there, and the little guy didn't jump out as usual and opened his arms to give him a welcome home hug.

Song Jing squinted her eyes, wondering what tricks his little emperor would play this time.

The answer was quickly revealed.

There was a gift box from the boss in the living room, and the packaging was quite fancy. Song Jing coughed lightly when she entered the room, but she was not in a hurry to unwrap the gift, but stood still and played with her mobile phone slowly, which was a bit interesting.

Xiao Yan curled up with a big bowl and heard Song Jing's light cough, his heart suddenly lifted, squatting in the huge gift box Heibu Longdong remained motionless, fortunately there was a hole behind him, otherwise he would To suffocate.

But after a while, Xiao Yan picked up the sound with his ears upright and found that there was no movement outside. He wondered why Lao Song didn't come to take a look. The situation outside was really difficult, and I regretted it in my heart. It is better to hide behind the door and jump out than to stay here. Besides, the specially cooked longevity noodles will definitely be mushy if it goes on like this.

Regardless, Xiao Yan took a deep breath, covered the bowl he was holding with one hand, got up and broke the thin gift cover, and jumped out of the gift box.

Xiao Yan saw the sun again, only then did he realize that his old Song was standing in front of him, looking at him with his arms folded like a smile, his face blushed, and he quickly took the big bowl in his hand, as if he was about to blow up a bunker, and stammered Said: "Old Song, happy birthday! This, this is the longevity noodles I made."

Song Jing was amused by his silly appearance, took a look at the big bowl, although the noodles were a bit mushy and ugly, they were quite filling.

Xiao Yan hurriedly went to get the chopsticks on the dining table and handed them to him. He was supposed to prepare them together, but he was so hungry that he ate the whole fish feast made by Zhang Ma and forgot to put it on the table. When I tripped, my face became even hotter.

Song Jing lowered her head and took a big mouthful, "It's delicious."

Xiao Yan said proudly, "Of course, but the dough is a bit mushy, who told you not to come and unwrap the presents."

"Such a big gift box." Song Jing glanced at him up and down, raising his sword eyebrows: "You want to give me yourself?"

"No." Xiao Yan raised his chin.

He originally belonged to Lao Song, and Lao Song belonged to him, so why send it back and forth?

Song Jing put down the longevity noodles, followed his words and asked, "What about the congratulatory gift?"

Xiao Yan mysteriously took out a rectangular gift box from the tattered gift box that he had tossed and tossed just now. It was not too thick and not too big. It looked like it contained a book. The bright red is very strong and festive, Xiao Yan solemnly placed this real gift in Song Jing's hands, which he bought with all his belongings.

Song Jing's heart was really a little more curious. When he opened the package, he found a thin document with four large characters on the cover - "Contract".

There is also a photo in the gift box, which is a piece of rippling water.

Xiao Yan cleared his throat and said domineeringly: "Look, this is the fish pond I contracted for you, do you like it?"

If you don't have enough money, you can buy a bigger one!

Old Song likes to eat fish as he likes.

He tried the taste and it was delicious!

Song Jing was taken aback for a moment, then realized that she reached out and rubbed the little guy's head vigorously, and replied with a smile: "I like it."

Xiao Yan suddenly smiled sweetly, remembered that he hadn't talked about the business, and hurriedly pretended to cough twice, looked at him brightly with a pair of smiling eyes, and asked a little cautiously: "Then... Is it okay to make a dowry for you? "

The smile in Song Jing's eyes deepened, "Success."

The author has something to say: Little Emperor: If you love him, give him fish!

Song Erhuo: This silly boy.