After the top flow fans fell off the horse

Song Rang was woken up by the phone call.

He was obsessed with beauty last night. He came back from the concert wearing a vest and blew Xu Shixi's rainbow farts on Weibo. He and his fan circle sister Kan Dashan reluctantly fell asleep with Xu Shixi's body pillow between them until midnight. .

When the phone rang, he dazedly reached out and fumbled around the pillow.

His eyelids were sticky, his head was dizzy, and he struggled to open his eyes. His eyes turned around in the dark room, but he couldn't see anything.

He touched the phone and put it to his ear: "Hello?"

He was answered by the still loud caller.

Song Rang was stunned for a moment, and brought his right hand in front of his eyes. His eyes, which had adapted to the dimness, could barely see that what he was holding in his hand was not a mobile phone, but a remote control for the curtains.

The phone still rang persistently, Song Rang frowned and struggled to sit up from the bed, followed the sound to find the phone that he kicked to the end of the bed at some point.

He pressed the remote control in his hand, and the curtains slowly opened to both sides, and the gorgeous sunlight poured in, making him cry.

Song Rang answered the phone, bent down and picked up Song Ruan who rolled under the bed at some point.

The little girl slept soundly, and the phone rang for a long time without being woken up at all. As soon as she was put on the bed, she burrowed into the quilt like an earthworm avoiding light, wrapping herself into a ball.

On the other side of the phone is the deep voice of the elder brother: "Song Rang, do you know what time it is?"

Song Rang glanced at the time on the screen silently, and replied obediently: "It's 12:30."

As soon as he spoke, the people on both ends of the phone fell silent.

Song Rang:? ? ?

He forgot, he yelled splits at the concert last night.

He also forgot that after returning home yesterday, he promised his brother to go to his office this morning.

Not being punctual and chasing stars too much, he is simply dancing in Song Qian's minefield.

Song Rang was scared, and called out cautiously: "Brother..."

Through the phone, Song Rang seemed to be able to see Song Qian's cold face: "I'll give you half an hour, and I won't see you after half an hour..." Song Qian paused, "I'll just Block Xu Shixi."

Song Rang:? ? ?

No, it has nothing to do with his idol! ! !

Song Rang dragged his voice, trying to fool around by being coquettish: "Brother~~~~~~"

His brother was unmoved and reminded: "It's been 1 minute now."

"..." Although Song Qian couldn't see it, Song Rang still raised three gestures and swore, "I'll be right there!"

After hanging up the phone, he quickly woke up Song Ruan from the bed, Song Ruan got up a little angry but not stingy, he thumped on the bed: "What are you doing!"

Listening to the little girl's hoarse voice just like his own, Song Rang was silent for a second, and then ignored Song Ruan's struggle, and went into the bathroom with her under his arm.

"Song Ruanruan, you must protect me in front of your father for a while!!!"

Song Rang looked at the jumping floors, clenched his little niece's fist, and told her for the nth time: "Song Ruanruan, you must protect me, do you know?"

Seeing Song Ruan raised her hand after speaking, Song Rang bent down very cooperatively and placed her head under her palm.

The kid's hand was soft and hot, and it landed on his head. The eldest sister patted him twice: "Don't worry, little one, with me here, I will never let my dad bully you!"

The voice fell, and the elevator stopped on the 48th floor.

Song Rang looked at the open car door, feeling a little embarrassed.

Song Ruan led him out, the secretary who heard the movement saw the two, got up and greeted them: "Xiao Rang, Ruan Ruan."

"Sister Chen, is my brother in the office? How is he feeling right now?" Song Rang asked.

I can't blame him for being cowardly, he is really afraid of his brother.

Song Rang was born less than a month old, only the size of a slap, and he was taken home in an incubator that had lived in it for a long time.Because he was born prematurely, his health was worse than other children. When he was a child, he fell ill and went to the doctor every three days.

This also formed Song Rang's lawless character when he was a child. He used to rely on his family's love and domineering, just like a little overlord of the Song family.

The only person who can control him since childhood is Song Qian who is ten years older than him.

Song Rang still remembers that one morning when he was in the first grade of elementary school, he couldn't get up in the morning and didn't want to go to school. He was cheating and wanted to sleep in at home. He sometimes said he had a stomachache and sometimes a headache. He took a day off.

Then this matter was found out by Song Qian, who was in the third year of high school at the time, and took a day off for education.

When Song Rang opened his eyes the next day, he saw his brother sitting on the sofa in his room with a book on his lap. Seeing that he woke up, he asked him to continue to sleep, saying that he was also asked for leave today.

At first Song Rang was happy, but he didn't expect that he would lie on the bed all day, Song Qian didn't let him get up, didn't let him open his eyes, didn't let him eat, anyway didn't let him do anything, just let him close his eyes Lying in bed.

Song Rang was just over six years old at the time, and at the beginning he held his breath and had a temper tantrum with his brother, and after the meal, he was so hungry, and he was so uncomfortable lying down, his tears were like a faucet that was not turned off. Down the drain.

If it were my parents, my heart would be so distressed. Song Qian could still ask him while wiping his tears, whether he would stay in bed or skip school. After getting Song Rang's negative answer, he mercifully hugged him to eat .

This incident left a great shadow on Song Rang. For a time, his brother looked like a devil with a blue face and fangs.

After he asked this sentence, Secretary Chen smiled awkwardly, and led him to the rest area beside him: "Mr. Song asked you to sit here for a while."

Song Rang sat down next to the sofa, and Secretary Chen asked him, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Eat." Song Ruan answered quickly.

Song Rang's house had regular snacks, and the uncle and nephew ate a piece of bread each when they went out.

But Song Rang always felt that Sister Chen's question had a deep meaning.

When he walked into Song Qian's office three hours later, he finally understood why Secretary Chen had asked such a question.

Song Qian let him sit behind closed doors for a few hours, and had a good experience of how he felt when he was let off in the morning.

As soon as he entered the door, Song Rang hastily admitted his mistake: "Brother, I was wrong, please forgive me."

Song Ruan chimed in: "Father, Xiao Rang knows he was wrong, so please forgive him!"

Song Qian turned his back to the desk and looked out the window, and turned around when he heard the voice. His face was somewhat similar to Song Rang's, but tougher.

He looked at the big one and the young one who had a good attitude of admitting their mistakes, and asked, "Oh? Where did you go wrong?"

Song Ruan turned around and asked Song Rang, "Xiao Rang, where did you go wrong?"

Song Rang tried to communicate with his little niece with his eyes: You agreed to help me, why did you become a repeater?

It's a pity that Song Ruan didn't understand what my uncle meant at all. Instead, under the urging of his father, he repeated: "Say it."

Song Rang lowered his head, looked at his toes, and counted his crimes one by one: "I shouldn't forget the appointment with you, and I shouldn't delay the business because of star chasing, and I didn't protect my throat... But brother !" Song Rang turned around and eagerly disregarded the relationship between Xu Shixi and this matter, "These are all my problems. It's my lack of self-management. It's none of Xu Shixi's business. I'm going to block him! He is such an excellent person, without him, it is a loss for the entertainment industry, and those thousands of girls—"

"Okay!" Song Qian knocked on the table with his fingers, interrupting him, "Did I ask you to talk about Xu Shixi? Can you have anything else in your mind besides Xu Shixi?"

Song Rang withered, flatteringly said: "Of course I still pretend to be my good brother in my mind."

Song Ruan added: "There is also Song Ruan!"

Song Qian almost laughed angrily at the singing of the two uncles and nephews, he pointed to Song Ruan: "I see you will talk about cross talk in the future, and you will be a big fan."

"What is flattery?" Song Ruan asked innocently.

Song Qian didn't explain to her what flattery was, but raised his chin towards the reception area next to him, and let his uncle and nephew sit there.

Song Rang felt that she might have wrongly blamed Song Ruan. Although she only said five sentences from beginning to end, the first three sentences were repeated, but the last two sentences did successfully divert Song Qian's attention. This may be Song Ruan's trick .

While his elder brother wasn't paying attention, he gave the little girl a thumbs up: "Nice job."

Song Ruan tilted her head. Although she didn't know why she was praised, it still didn't prevent her from nodding and accepting: "It's a small thing."

Song Qian watched the two little fools sneaking around and interacting with each other, thinking that they hadn't noticed, and he had no temper for the pair of uncles and nephews.

He tapped Song Rang on the head with the script in his hand, and sat down opposite the two: "Are you hungry, let Chen Xiao bring you some afternoon tea?"

The two ate two pieces of bread for emergency at noon, they must be hungry.

Song Rang started ordering unceremoniously: "Then I want mango pudding, donuts, milk tea and ice cream!"

Song Ruan: "I want fruit tarts!"

"Do you still eat at night after eating so much?" Song Qian frowned, directly ignoring their orders, and asked the secretary to bring in some stomach-filling snacks.

Due to the power of his elder brother, Song Rang didn't dare to say anything, so he turned his attention to the script in his hand.

Song Rang's modeling contract was signed abroad. After returning to China, he did not sign a brokerage company but set up a studio, which was run by his sister-in-law Ruan Yuwei.

Ruan Yuwei, as the CEO of a domestic artist agency, is very familiar with the rules of the entertainment industry. She originally hired a well-known agent in the industry with a high salary to bring Song Rang, but Song Rang was not very ambitious and was not willing to appear in variety shows. Although he offered to act, but his acting skills were really slowing down, Song Qian took the black and red route and couldn't see that the Internet was full of scolding for his younger brother. The manager had nothing to do with his talents, so he resigned and left.

Afterwards, Ruan Yuwei didn't look for another agent, and took over Song Rang's job herself. Anyway, Song Rang was not interested in being popular, and she didn't want her brother to suffer too much in the circle. With her and Song Qian's protection, He can play whatever he wants in the entertainment circle.

In the past few days, Ruan Yuwei went on a temporary business trip abroad, commanding Song Qian to handle some of Song Rang's work remotely. As for Song Qian, he could just tell his assistant about many things.

"You know this drama, right? I invested [-] million yuan in this crew, and you will play the male lead." Song Qian said.

Song Rang let out an "ah" and read the words "hard disk crisis" on the cover, his face wrinkled together: "Why?"

"Why, you seem quite unhappy?" Song Qian leaned back on the sofa, "Don't you like this novel very much, you listen to the audiobook every day."

Song Rang casually looked at the inside pages of the script without reading a single word. He said, "I really like it, but I don't want to act anymore."

Song Qian: "Why?"

"Because my acting skills are poor, won't I ruin the book if I act?" Song Rang said, "And the netizens keep scolding me. Scold?"

Song Qian's expression froze: "Who scolded you?"

He walked to the desk, dialed an internal number, and told the other end: "Check who is slandering Xiao Rang on the Internet, and send them a lawyer's letter."

"No, no, no, no!" Song Rang quickly grabbed his hand, "Then what they said is the truth, and you can't sue them for defamation, and they still scold me for being narrow-minded when you send a lawyer's letter."

Song Qian: "My Song Qian's younger brother was scolded by others?"

Song Rang acted like a baby: "Brother~"

"You know how to be coquettish and shameless," Song Qian patted his forehead with his fingers without any effort, but Song Rang's skin was tender, and there were still some red marks on it, "I don't know you anymore, you have to pay attention to those comments on the Internet , you should have come to me and cried. Tell me, what is the reason?"

Song Rang hugged his brother's arm: "Then I said you can't scold me."

Song Qian: "I will try my best."

Song Rang: "No, you promise."

Song Qian glanced at Song Rang, and said helplessly: "Okay, I promise, tell me quickly."

"That..." Song Rang said, "acting has delayed my pursuit of stars."