The actor's dog is being stupid every day

Seeing the fluorescent pink love for a moment, Mo Shen stood up and rushed to the bathroom without looking back.

Fuck!This is a fucking machine gun!

I rushed all the way to the mirror, turned on the faucet, and started rubbing when I got wet.

Rub hard.

After rubbing for a long time, the skin turned red, and the love heart of the fluorescent powder was still shining firmly.

Why is the quality of qaq so good, it can't be rubbed off at all.

Song Ziqian finished his meal slowly, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and threw it into the trash can at the foot of the table, then stood up and went to the bathroom to check the situation.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Mo Shen leaning half of his body on the sink, leaning forward, holding his chest with both hands, looking in the mirror, his pointed ears twitching.

The bed sheet was so long that it was dragging on the ground, hanging loosely on the crotch, if it wasn't for the tail getting stuck, it probably would have fallen off.

Song Ziqian looked at it for a while, then knocked on the door: "Don't you want to eat?"

Mo Shen turned his head in aggrieved face, pinching the heart with both hands: "What should I do about this? I can't wipe it off."

Song Ziqian raised his foot and walked over, stretched out his hand, and pulled Mo Shen's hand: "Don't pinch, this piece is all red."

Mo Shen complained: "This is too ugly, it doesn't match my aura at all."

Hearing this, Song Ziqian pinched his nose and coughed: "It's actually quite pretty."

Song Daying, who didn't want to admit that this was his bad taste, decided to change the subject.

Song Ziqian: "Let's go to Shanghai tomorrow. You have to take a plane, and you have to go to the warehouse again."

As expected, Mo Shen was distracted, and when he thought of the strange smell in the cargo warehouse, he frowned: "That can't be helped, I can't follow you to the first-class cabin."

Song Ziqian suggested: "Bring some air freshener?"

Mo Shen hesitated: "Can it be useful?"

Song Ziqian: "Take it and try it."

Mo Shen nodded: "Oh, that..."

Song Ziqian: "The tablet is still the same as before, secretly hidden under the belly, and can be played when the plane is stable."

Mo Shen: "Oh, then..."

Song Ziqian: "How about adding some jerky this time? Or do you want to eat something else?"

Mo Shen got excited when he heard the jerky, and nodded cheerfully: "Okay! I also want potato chips and chicken flavor rings!"

Song Ziqian nodded in agreement.

He glanced casually at the TV in the living room: "It's almost eight o'clock, and your favorite variety show is about to start, hurry up and finish your meal, so as not to miss it later."

Mo Shen: "Ah! I forgot! Hurry up, let me eat!"

Then he wiped Song Ziqian, squeezed out from the small door of the bathroom, rushed all the way back to the dining table, sat down and ate with his head buried.

After eating, I burped.

Mo rubbed his stomach deeply, feeling a little confused in his mind.

Eh?I was about to say something just now.

Turning to look at Song Ziqian.

Song Ziqian was wearing a dark blue apron, washing dishes by the sink.

Long legs, firm buttocks, and a slender and powerful waist, with a dark blue belt tied loosely around the waist, making her look even more ascetic and seductive.

Mo Shen covered his chest in a state of intoxication.

How can our Ziqian look so good-looking, how can he be so virtuous.

Aww, I really want to see Ziqian only wearing an apron, standing over there cooking for himself, and then hugging him from behind, and then, Jiangjiangniangniang...

Ah~ so shy.

Mo Shen covered his face with his hands, his face was flushed to the base of his neck, and his mouth was almost grinning behind his ears.

As for the phosphor heart under the collarbone, it has long been forgotten.

After watching the variety show, before going upstairs to bed.

Mo Shen lay on the sofa, imagining all kinds of pretending to accidentally eat Song Ziqian's tofu, all kinds of sneaking to take advantage of it, and his heart was full of joy.

In the end, Song Ziqian directly shut Mo Shen out, saying that the house is so big and there are many guest rooms upstairs and downstairs, so you can choose one to sleep in.

Mo Shen Erkang hand: "No..."

The only answer to Mo Shen was the slamming of the door.

The wind brought by the closing of the door blew on Mo Shen's face, chilling his heart all the way.

They slept together for so long, but they didn't want me as soon as they got home.

Song Ziqian, you heartless...

Mo Shen was sad that he was abandoned, so he staggered and leaned against Song Ziqian's huge poster, and stretched out his hand affectionately, covering Song Ziqian's hand on the poster, pouted.

Just as he was about to speak, the door that Song Ziqian had just closed opened again.

Song Ziqian was at the door, holding the door with one hand, and looked across to Mo Shen, who was lying on his poster.

……

Fascinating silence.

Song Ziqian: "Go ahead, I'll take a bed sheet."

Then he took a clean sheet from the closet next to him, returned it, and slammed the door shut again.

Mo Shen's lips trembled, and he slowly stretched out Erkang's hand: "Listen, listen to my explanation, I'm not a pervert..."

Mo Shen ended up sleeping on the sofa downstairs. When he woke up, he found that he had fallen on the carpet with his feet in the air, and he had turned back into a dog.

After riding the air bike in the air for a while, Mo Shen rolled over, got up, shook his ears, and walked towards the kitchen with small steps.

Song Ziqian was busy in the kitchen, and the air was filled with the fragrance of rice porridge.

Mo Shen walked all the way to Song Ziqian's feet and raised his head: "Wow!" I want tea eggs!

Song Ziqian is proficient at frying eggs, holding a shovel in his hand, lowering his head: "What's wrong?"

Mo Shen: "Wow!" Tea eggs!No, boiled eggs are fine too!

Song Ziqian turned off the fire casually: "Go and type, I don't understand what you are talking about."

Mo Shen shut up and secretly rolled his eyes.

It's a tacit understanding, I don't understand such a simple meaning.

Song Ziqian looked at Mo Shen's cheap look, and couldn't help kicking Mo Shen's ass: "Hurry up."

Mo Shen groaned, and lay down weakly, with watery eyes, screaming: "Aww, aww~" No way, the baby was kicked down, and Song Ziqian had to hug him to get up~

Song Ziqian: ...

Turn around directly, turn off the fire, put the eggs on the plate, then turn around with the plate and go to the dining table.

"Stop messing around and eat."

Mo Shen: ...

I can't add more grief, Song Ziqian doesn't love me at all, the baby is not happy!

Since the last time they kissed at the hotel, Song Ziqian has been avoiding himself on purpose.

How can this be! ?

She's so shy after just kissing, won't she be ashamed to death when the sauce is brewed in the future?

No, baby has to take the initiative.

I think Song Ziqian still likes me a little bit, otherwise he wouldn't have tolerated me for so long, right?

Then should I take the initiative and throw myself down?Or fall?Or fall?

Song Ziqian, who was serving porridge at the table, tilted his head: "It's time to eat."

Mo Shen groaned, got up happily, and ran over.

Flexible vertical chair.

The chair creaked.

……

Song Ziqian frowned slightly: "Are you getting too fat recently?"

Mo ●Cheek-skinned ●Shen grasped the table with two front paws, with an innocent face: "Aww?" Is there any?I also feel thinner, and recently I am as light as a swallow.

Song Ziqian: "Don't bring any jerky, eat less, you will get sick easily if you are too fat."

Mo Shen immediately quit, and straightened his neck: "Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Although you are my master, you can't deprive me of the right to eat meat!Besides, where am I getting fat! ?I am hairy, too much hairy, puffy!

Seeing him like that, Song Ziqian knew he was refuting, so he resorted to his trump card: "There is a scale at home, do you want to weigh it?"

Mo Shen groaned, lowered his head guiltily, coughed, and buried himself in the porridge.

Regardless of weight, we are still good friends.

When I got on the plane, I went with a VIP, and this was a temporary announcement, so there were no fans chasing and blocking me along the way.

It was different when I got off the plane. The whole airport seemed to be blown up. When I was still inside, I could hear the shouts and waves from outside.

The people on the same plane were all taken aback, thinking that something was wrong, and when Song Ziqian came out, they realized that it was the great movie king.

Airport security guards quickly came over and surrounded them, and isolated a safe passage for Song Ziqian to leave.

Zhang Yujia held the bag, and originally wanted to persuade Song Ziqian to leave first, and stay and wait for Xiaobai, but was obviously rejected.

Song Ziqian wore sunglasses and a mask, a very ordinary black and white jacket, and loose-fitting sweatpants on his lower body. He was playing with his mobile phone with his head down.

Surrounded by bodyguards, in a circle outside, a group of fans who didn't leave were surrounded, snapping and snapping crazy photos.

Everyone is very qualified and did not turn on the flash.

When Mo Shen was sent out, the crowd cheered a little.

Mo Shen, who had been lying dead in the cage, immediately raised his head and revived with full blood.

Grinning, looking outside the cage with a smile, shouting inside.

Oh my God!Is the baby already so famous?Has it reached the point where there are people cheering and screaming as soon as they come out?

When we got out of the airport, there were so many people around, not only too many, but also noisy, they were generally young girls, all of them were holding long guns and short cannons, and they were frantically shooting at Song Ziqian, and some of them didn't turn off the flash.

They screamed while filming, and even a reporter, holding a video recorder, stretched out the microphone to Song Ziqian with difficulty.

Mo Shen, who was originally happy, was suddenly blinked by a flashlight, and blinked uncomfortably. Before he had time to get wet, there were several clicks, and it turned out that someone was shooting at Mo Shen.

Mo Shen's dog's eyes hurt from the flash, and he was about to burst into tears. He wanted to hide, but there were flashing lights in all directions, and he was almost blinded by the flash, and he couldn't even hide.

Suddenly, the nose was heavy, and the world in front of him became dim.

Song Ziqian?

Mo Shen raised his head, just in time to be patted on the head by Song Ziqian who was leaning over.

The reporter who finally squeezed his way to the front tried his best to stretch his arms and held up the microphone, and asked, "Song Yingdi, what is the relationship between Yu Ruiwen, who interacts with you frequently on Weibo recently, and you?" What I like is your dog, does it have other meanings? For example..."

Song Ziqian was expressionless: "Yu Ruiwen... who is that?"

After a pause, he looked down at Mo Shen: "As for that Weibo, I said it was posted by Xiaobai himself, do you believe it?"

Holding the microphone, the reporter was stunned for a moment by Song Ziqian's unconventional answer, and when he wanted to ask again, he was already squeezed away by the crazy fans.

The reporter was almost crushed and fell. He staggered to protect the camera, and shoved the little girl next to him with poor quality. Looking at the shape of his mouth, he seemed to be cursing something.

Song Ziqian held Mo Shen by the hand, and casually glanced at the reporter who was squeezed out of the circle.

It's strange, there's only this one reporter, and...it doesn't seem to belong to a regular magazine.