Originally, I wanted to call Luo Da's agent, but I had no choice but to give up.

"Little sheep, are you eating?" Ping Zili, who was going to have dinner, looked at the little sheep who was still scribbling his mobile phone, it should be eating, Ping Zili paused.

"Eat!" The little sheep raised its little hands energetically.

"Should I be a vegetarian?" Ping Tsai took the phone back into his hand again.

"I can do it except mutton!" The little sheep seems to have heard the Arabian Nights, why should the meat be vegetarian if the meat is so delicious.

"The kebabs are very good!" Ping Tsai was joking with the little sheep in a flat tone, but the alienated and indifferent tone didn't tell that it was a joke.

The little sheep covered his face with wide eyes, afraid of being eaten, and it was not too scary to turn into kebabs.

"Let's eat frozen dumplings!" Ping Tsai thought of a lot of recipes and planned to give the little sheep a good meal, but the refrigerator was empty.

"Good!" The little sheep who heard the food showed their big eyes.

"Little sheep, let's go downstairs." Ping Tsai didn't know what was going on, and wanted the little sheep to follow him all the time.

"Uh-huh." The little sheep got out of bed and put his arms around Pingzai's waist and stuck to him again.

Ping Zili, who hated others touching his body, involuntarily wanted to push it away, but Ping Zili couldn't help it, and hugged what his big man coerced!

Ping Tsai led the little sheep out of the bedroom and downstairs, secretly deciding in his heart. The staircase handrail should be repaired a little better, and the little sheep likes to play with the stair handrail, and the stair steps should be covered with blankets, and the little sheep will not be cold when walking barefoot.

"You have to wear your shoes in any room, you know?" Ping Tsai bent down and took his socks to put on the little sheep, and put on a new pair of cartoon slippers for the little sheep.

"Got it." The little sheep nodded meekly, dangling its two little legs.

Ping Tsai glanced at the little sheep's white and tender legs, and then quickly withdrew his eyes, in a hurry, he was a little shy and shy and cute. "Scallion doesn't sound good." Ping Tsai looked into the eyes of the little sheep and spoke.

"Scallion, scallion, scallion." The little sheep raised his head and repeated it over and over again in the ear of the green lion.

"Naughty." Ping Zai smiled, gave the little sheep a touch of the head, and then threw him an orange. "Eat the oranges myself, I'll go to the kitchen and cook!" Pingzai walked to the kitchen, and the little sheep followed him with an orange.

"Can I go to the kitchen and eat it?" The little sheep grabbed the horns of his clothes with his little hands behind him.

Ping Tsai Scallion didn't speak, nodded and stretched out his hand to the little sheep, and the little sheep smiled and took Ping Tsai's hand.

After coming to the kitchen, Ping Tsai Scallion opened the empty refrigerator and opened the freezer compartment, took out the quick-frozen dumplings, and then quickly threw the quick-frozen dumplings into the trash.

"Ahem, little sheep, let's go out to eat!" Ping Tsai took the little sheep's hand and walked out of the kitchen again.

"Waste is a shame!" The little sheep looked at a large box of dumplings in the trash.

"It's expired, and you'll get sick if you eat it." Ping Tsai said nonsense with his eyes open.

The little sheep nodded to show that she understood, and was docile and dragged to a room by Ping Tsai. The quick-frozen dumplings in the trash can melted little by little, as if crying, people have to throw me away if they do something wrong! The trash can hugged the quick-frozen dumplings to express comfort and said, buddy, your mistake is that you are a box of mutton-filled quick-frozen dumplings.

"What are we going to eat, little sheep?" Ping Tsai asked the little sheep while changing clothes.

The little sheep shook his head to indicate that he didn't know either, and watched the little head shake like a rattle, so he smiled and rubbed his hair. "It's huge!" The little sheep looked at the cloakroom of the flat scallion.

"Try whatever you like, wear my clothes, let's go out first!" Ping Tsai took out a large bag of clothes in the size of a little sheep from the big closet and handed it to him.

"The clothes over there are beautiful!" The little sheep took Pingzi's hand and walked to the hanger.

Ping Tsai looked at the clothes that were still wrapped in the bag over there, and felt a little weird in his heart, this is the couple shirt given to him by the fans! Ping Tsai watched as the little sheep picked up a few coats and shirts that were almost identical.

"Love this!" The little sheep is holding a t-shirt with a pattern of a little sheep. "There's a cute sheep bleating!" The little sheep pointed to his clothes and came to Pingzai's side like a treasure.

"Change your clothes, I'll wait for you." Ping Zi obsessive-compulsive tidied up the little sheep's messy clothes.

The little sheep is not ashamed, and he is very free to strip himself naked, and when he turned around, he saw the little sheep wearing only a pair of underwear and putting on jeans.

Ping Tsai turned his head back again, the roots of his ears were a little red, Ping Tsai Scallion looked at the clothes with the little sheep pattern on the hanger and was slightly stunned, and then took off the shirt on his body and replaced it with a dress similar to a marshmallow.

"Scallion!" The little sheep's pitiful voice came from behind Pingzi Scallion.

"Huh?" Ping Tsai looked back at the little sheep who was still wearing his pants.

"I can't wear it." The little sheep pointed to the jeans in distress, the jeans were a little big but the zipper could not be closed.

"I'll help you." Ping Tsai walked over, lowered her head, and stretched out her hand to help the little sheep zip up his jeans.

The little sheep straightened up a little uncomfortably, and Pingzi also stiffly bent over to zip him.

"That's it!" Pingzi helped the little sheep to tie the buttons, and the jeans put on the little sheep's legs were more slender and straight, and the buttocks were slightly upturned. "Do you want me to dress you?" Well? Little fool! "The scallion patted the little sheep's buttocks. After this action, the silly little sheep blushed, and Ping Zi was also a little embarrassed.

"I'll wear it, huh!" The little sheep quickly put on the T-shirt, first a little embarrassed, and then frightened by himself in the mirror.

"It's very good-looking, more handsome than an actor and a big star model!" Ping Tsai looked at himself and the little sheep in the mirror, one tall and one short, and felt that he was a good match for husband and wife.

The little sheep is really good-looking, and Pingzi is not very calm in his heart, thinking about it, four words appeared in his brain. 'Not good, it's going to be over. ’

"Scallion is the most handsome!" The little sheep looked at the flat scallion in the mirror, who was also a little blushing.

Ping Zi Scallion accepted the praise of the little sheep and smiled, and couldn't put it down to touch the head of the little sheep again, and the little sheep who liked the head killing very much like a little pet rubbed the big hand of Ping Zi Scallion.

"Scallion is hungry!" The little sheep hugged Pingzi's waist, and his tone was strong and coquettish.

The flat scallion that eats this set is trapped in the cute trap of the little sheep. Love is like this, obviously a docile lamb, but his laughter is poison.

"Lift your feet." Ping Tsai grabbed the little sheep's little feet and put on a pair of sneakers that were exactly the same as him, and then helped him tie the shoes with a bow perfectly. In the past, these were all things that makeup artists and costumers did for Ping Zi Scallion, but at this moment, Ping Zi Scallion was all doing it for the little sheep.

"We're dressed like we're wearing it!" The little sheep looked at the flat scallion that he was wearing in hindsight. "The sheep are so cute!" The little sheep poked the cartoon sheep pattern on the chest of the flat scallion.

"The little sheep are the cutest!" Ping Tsai said while helping the little sheep tie the shoelaces on the second shoe, but he didn't know whether to say that the sheep on the clothes was cute or the little marshmallow in front of him was cute.

"Touch your head!" The little sheep, who had a big gap with Pingzai's height, finally found a chance to touch his head, and his little hands rubbed his head unscrupulously.

"No matter how naughty you are, you won't be given food." Ping Tsai stood up with a mess of hair.

"Haha!" The little sheep is amused by the funny and hilarious Pingzi scallion in the mirror.

"Dare to laugh, culprit!" Ping Tsai scolded the little sheep with a smile, feeling that he was a little funny.

The little sheep stuck out his tongue and grimaced at Ping Tsai and stood on tiptoe to try to straighten his hair.

"Sit in a chair and wait for me." Ping Tsai picked up a comb and setting spray and sorted out his own hair.

The little sheep sat on the chair obediently and meekly waiting for him, and the little hand dishonestly flipped through the jewelry box of the flat scallion, and brought it to his body curiously.

"Punk rock isn't for you." Ping Tsai Scorpion stretched out his hand to help the little sheep get his hair while looking at the skull joint ring on his body.

"Let's do it." He put a jade ring on the little sheep's hand, and put a watch on his wrist for the little sheep.

"Empty!" The little sheep took Pingzai's hand, and there was nothing on his slender fingers.

Ping Tsai smiled and opened a box and put on a jade ring, the little sheep looked at his hand and then at Ping Tsai's hand, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Let's go, little marshmallow!" Ping Tsai's hand involuntarily held the little sheep's hand again.

The two of them went out hand in hand, Ping Zai turned off the mobile phone, and it was too comfortable to stay with the little guy, and he didn't want to be disturbed by anyone. Ping Zi put on his sunglasses, and the little sheep felt cool and snatched his mask and put it on himself.

Ping Tsai helped the little sheep open the car door and let him sit in the co-pilot, and helped him fasten the seat belt before he got into the car.

"Let's go to my friend's private restaurant and eat, it's quiet." Ping Tsai took off her sunglasses and started the car.

The little sheep nodded meekly and curiously picked up Pingzai's sunglasses.

"Put it on and show me, if it's a handsome guy!" Ping Tsai broke the taciturn and liked to chat with the little sheep.

The little sheep picked up the sunglasses and put them on his face. "Isn't it cool!" The little sheep learns to keep a straight face like a flat scallion, serious and ruthless.

"Cool!" Ping Zai drove the car with a smile, controlling his urge to hold hands with the little sheep all the time.

The private restaurant that Ping Tsai said was very close, and it took more than 20 minutes to arrive. Parking the car in the parking space, Ping Tsai got out of the car first, helped the little sheep open the car door, and then helped him unbuckle his seat belt.

The little sheep looked at the flat scallion who was very close to him and hugged him gently. "You haven't held hands and hugged me for half an hour!" The little sheep's voice was a little complaining.

This action stunned Ping Zai Scallion, but Ping Tsai Scallion still hugged the little sheep and then held hands and entered the restaurant with him, forgetting the things that need to be paid attention to as a star or a big actor.

"Click!" The camera flashes!

"Eat, eat!" The little sheep grabbed Ping Zi's hand and chattered, and Ping Zi and the little sheep walked into a private room with their fingers interlocked.

"Click, click, click!" The lens shutter fell again and again.

This night is destined to be extraordinary, Pingda Star is dying, and Luo Da's agent is still turning clouds and rain with her husband.