The emperor can't do it [entertainment circle]

When Xiao Yan and Song Jing came back for dinner, Song Xuyao ​​was already looking miserable and haggard, and felt that the effect of starving for ten days and a half months was nothing more than that.Song Xuyao ​​looked at the sumptuous dinner with a blank face, and thought that he was still cooking with Zhiyuan laughing and joking at this time yesterday, so he suddenly felt that it was boring, picked up the chopsticks and poked the rice in the bowl, and heaved a long sigh.

Father Song said with a straight face, "Don't eat if you don't want to eat it!"

Song Xuyao ​​reluctantly picked up the bowl, and said aggrievedly: "People are like iron and rice is steel. Although I can't eat it, I'll force myself to eat a little bit in order to have the strength to wait until the day when I have sex with Zhiyuan."

Mrs. Song's heart also tugged: "My dear grandson, it's useless to cry, make trouble and hang yourself three times. You should think about it after eating. It's not too late to change to something else."

Song Xuyao ​​took a bite of a delicious prawn, and the stomach that hadn't eaten lunch was immediately awakened by the taste. Song Xuyao ​​took another one, thinking that what grandma said was very reasonable.

Seeing this, Xiao Yan sneaked under the table and reported to Qiao Zhiyuan in a very matter-of-fact manner: [You can eat and drink but it looks a bit miserable. 】

A hand popped out from the side and took his cell phone away in an instant.

Xiao Yan raised his head in shock and met Song Jing's gaze.

"Don't play with your phone while eating." Song Jing put the phone in his pocket, confiscated it, and snatched the last prawn from Song Xuyao's fierce suppression and put it in his bowl.

"Oh..." Xiao Yan picked up the prawn and took a bite.

Song Xuyao ​​who was directly opposite: "..."

Sprinkling dog food is a bit too much at this time!

Song's mother looked at the sweet and loving eldest son, and then at the younger son with a worrying IQ, and couldn't help but say, "Son, why did you suddenly like men?"

It's understandable that the eldest son is a mother. After all, Song Jing can be regarded as a clean man, and he doesn't care much about gender since he was a child.This youngest son is really unbelievable. He has always been unrestrained and loves beautiful women. He basically belongs to thousands of flowers. Every leaf has to be touched. He has never been involved in big things. He has never been obliterated. To sum it up, the girl abused him thousands of times. He treats the girl like first love. Even when he just came back from the United States, he made a lot of flirts in the entertainment industry. Why did he suddenly change his sex now? ?

"Mom, you don't know," Song Xuyao ​​said eloquently, "Probably everyone thinks they like a girl until they meet the man they like. Brother, are you right?"

Song Jing glanced at him: "Stop talking nonsense and eat yours."

Mama Song fell silent for a moment, and her eyes glanced over and over between the two sons with very different personalities. She couldn't believe it if she said that the younger son was misled by the older son.

Both sons are like this, it can't be a genetic problem, right?

When Mama Song thought of this, she involuntarily turned to look at Papa Song.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Father Song couldn't finish the meal, he was so full of anger, he put the bowl down heavily, and stared at him, "Song Xuyao! I will be mad at you sooner or later!"

Song Xuyao ​​shrank his neck, thinking, that's not going to work, he hasn't released his ultimate move yet!

Seeing that Dad Song was about to leave the table, he immediately took out a blood-stained and gaudy rag from his arms tremblingly, "Xiao Yan, please help bring this letter I wrote with so much painstaking efforts to Zhiyuan, and tell him , love until your heart is broken, don't blame anyone, just because the encounter is so beautiful, it doesn't matter if you shed all tears, hurt to the end, and your heart turns to ashes..."

"Nonsense!" Father Song scolded angrily, "I just said why the red ink in the study room is empty!"

Song Xuyao ​​hastily coughed weakly twice, and the gay guy angrily wiped the corners of his mouth with the "blood book" in his hand.

Song's mother finally saw something, "Son, where did you get this cloth?"

Song Xuyao ​​shook the blood book in his hand, and said confidently: "It's just on the cloth in the study."

When Dad Song heard this, he was furious: "That's Yunjin!"

Two days ago, Dad Song challenged an old classmate he hadn’t seen for many years at the auction. The 2.2-meter-long large cloud brocade makeup and flower gauze wall hanging is extremely precious. Dad Song hung it in his study when he came back. If you don't do anything in the study, you have to observe it for a while, and you have already planned to take it to the United States to show off with those old friends after the Chinese New Year.

However, Song Xuyao ​​just pulled it off and splashed red ink on it!

Facing Dad Song's overwhelming anger, Song Xuyao ​​put on a posture of not being afraid of power, tilted his head, and said disdainfully, "Isn't it just a piece of rag!"

Who told Dad not to respect people at all, even if he was locked upstairs, and Zhi Yuan was kicked out of the house, it is absolutely unbearable!

Father Song wanted to beat up this unfilial son, how could Song Xuyao ​​be caught by him, dodging from left to right and jumping up and down to retaliate, which made Father Song very angry. Of course, Mother Song and Mrs. Song couldn't sit idly by. Reason, one after another, the scene is even more chaotic.

Seeing that something was wrong, Xiao Yan hurriedly finished the meal, and while everyone was not paying attention, he reached around Song Jing's waist and touched his trouser pocket.

Song Jing was dealing with the chaos on the dining table, when he felt someone's chubby little paw sneakily touched his thigh, and even grabbed it twice randomly.

Song Jing was suddenly distracted.

Taking the opportunity, Xiao Yan took out his mobile phone and quickly reported to Qiao Zhiyuan: [He is still alive and kicking, negative for acting skills, poor for singing, full marks for destructive power! 】

【Qiao Zhiyuan: ...】

So, after Song Xuyao ​​made such a fuss, Dad Song suffered from insomnia again. This time, Mom Song ignored him and slept soundly.

However, the next day is New Year's Eve.

As the saying goes, if you have money or not, go home for the New Year.

But the Song family is too rich, the family returned to the old house for the New Year, the other brothers and sisters are not happy to lose all their business, and they have no granddaughter-in-law to look at!

So the Song family was quite quiet that day. Song's father and Song's mother had visited a few old friends before, and they didn't have to go to the house to treat guests to dinner. It was a rare leisure time. Infected by the joyful and lively atmosphere of the Chinese New Year, the family gradually became very happy.

Song Xuyao ​​avenged Song's father's "revenge" and finally calmed down a lot. He just wrote some sour love poems, and he didn't know which bloody drama he copied. The face-to-face began to read Ai Ai repeatedly, Song's father had significantly improved his tolerance after last night's battle, and said that he would not be as knowledgeable as this little bastard right now, and he would settle accounts after the New Year.

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, Song Xuyao ​​urged Song Jing when he was tired of reading: "Brother, for the sake of our mutual dependence for so many years, you can record a video for me and send it to Xiaoyan after eating?"

The company was on holiday, and Song Jing rarely came back for lunch, so he didn't even look at him.

Song Xuyao ​​threatened and lured with a hoarse voice for a long time, but his elder brother was still unmoved, and immediately quit, "Brother, Xiao Yan and I fell into the water at the same time, so you can tell who you save."

Song Xuyao's preface doesn't match the latter, and asking this question is purely choking, because since Song Ma accepted Xiao Yan as her "daughter-in-law", she brought up the conversation from time to time, which made Song Jing look confused when she asked this question Just kidding, after all, it's rare for Song Jing to be deflated.

Song Jing put down her chopsticks: "You don't want to humiliate yourself."

Song Xuyao: "..."

He fell into the water and we still have to watch you two show your affection? !

Is it still not my brother? !What about brotherly love? !

As for Xiao Yan, what I have to say is that the box office of the movies during the Spring Festival is very strong. Director Liu's movie is the best among all the movies. Going up, pulled a lot of old rivals who have always been secretly fighting, don't mention how happy they are, and sent red envelopes to everyone in the crew. There are good and bad movie reviews on the Internet. Anyway, they didn't suppress bad movies. The media It is said in the industry that Director Liu can go further with this film, and Director Liu also hopes that this film will go out of Asia and win more awards.

And Xiao Yan's acting skills in the movie were even more unexpected, and received rave reviews. Of course, the logic of passers-by is always unfathomable. Instead, the scene he wrote at the beginning of the film made headlines, triggering a series of heated discussions. Some praised the word "shit". One stroke and one stroke is quite accomplished, and some people questioned whether a substitute or special effects were used, until the editor of the crew thoughtfully edited the calligraphy album of the filming highlights, which not only contains the word "shit", but also "one school" Nonsense" "Fuck you" and so on, everyone sincerely admired, this kid's calligraphy is really awesome, and soon Xiao Yan received an invitation to add his calligraphy and hard pen to the font library, which is also a surprise happiness.

As a result, Xiao Yan's workload increased day by day. Although he had agreed to come back for the New Year's Eve dinner, he and Qiao Zhiyuan were still rushing to make an announcement.