you are my baby [rebirth]

Qin Moyan returned to the set early the next morning.

Yesterday, the Qin family's affairs were full of turmoil, and Qin Moxun had another thrilling and messy stew. Now when everyone in the crew saw him, their expressions unconsciously showed some unnatural subtlety.

It's not wrong to step forward to express concern, as if prying into someone's privacy, and it seems very indifferent if you don't ask a question, even for a while, you don't know whether it is more appropriate to call him Xiaojiang or Qin Shao.

After lunch, Qin Moyan sat in the yard basking in the sun and reading a book as usual.

He lowered his head, revealing a section of his fair neck under the tail of his jet-black hair, his posture didn't look any different from before.

Wen An got off the nanny's car, walked up to him with a paper bag in his hand, and handed it to him.

She was sent by Fang Wenfeng and others to stand in the front.

Qin Moyan raised his eyes to look at her, and took the paper bag over. The paper bag made a crackling sound under the sun, and it contained half a bag of fried chestnuts in sugar.

"Thank you." Qin Moyan thanked her politely.

"Brother Xiaojiang," Wen An pulled another chair and wanted to sit beside him, but when this subconscious address came out, her movements stopped, and after a while, she whispered, "I'm sorry."

"It's nothing." Qin Moyan peeled a candied chestnut and said with a smile, "It's just a title."

Wen An secretly cried once after the news broke out on the Internet yesterday. She never thought that this boy would have such a tragic experience.

She coughed lightly and found a topic: "Actually, my father knows your elder brother."

"Huh?" Qin Moyan looked up again just after he put the book back, he remembered Lu Xiye said that Wen An's family background is not bad.

"Well," Wen An said, "my father is in logistics, and sometimes he will cooperate with your family."

She said with an embarrassed smile: "However, when my father goes to your company, he usually doesn't have the chance to meet your brother. Most of the time, he only meets the supervisor of the logistics department."

Qin Moyan nodded, expressing his understanding.

"Little brother Qin," Wen An changed his address after deliberating, "Will you go back to the Qin family?"

"Yes." Qin Moyan looked at her for a moment, then nodded, "That's my home, of course."

Wen An's hands were gently twisted together.

She liked this boy very much. She thought her family was in good condition before, and the two of them were of the same age. Even if she was a little older by two years, they were not impossible.

But now he has become the young master of the Qin family...

In the photos released last night in the arena, he was wearing a formal suit with his black hair pulled back, which was astonishing as she had never seen it before.

With such a family background and such a face, she suddenly felt inferior.

Especially beside him there is Lu Xiye, although there are all kinds of outsiders, but Lu Xiye really stood in front of him yesterday, and she was not even qualified to enter the venue.

Qin Moyan looked down at the book for a while, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Wen An's twisted hands out of the corner of his eye.

He looked up at her with a little smile: "what's the matter?"

"Ah?" Wen An looked away from him in a panic, searching for topics in his mind: "That's right, I signed a short-term contract with the company, and recently I'm thinking about where to develop after the contract ends."

She was just trying to resolve the embarrassment, and didn't expect Qin Moyan to give her any advice.

But Qin Moyan looked at her seriously and asked, "When will your contract expire?"

"It's less than a year and a half away," Wen An said.

Qin Moyan thought for a while, that was the time when the FY artist department was not long ago.

So he said: "If you believe in me, you can sign a contract with FY. A while ago, I heard people say that FY is considering setting up its own artist and film and television production department."

FY was jointly established by Lu Xiye and Lin Jun, and his so-called listening to people probably also heard from Lu Xiye.

Wen An was depressed: "Isn't FY just a video website? Is it really possible to sign up?"

Qin Moyan suddenly smiled. Others don't know, but he knows. In the inland entertainment a few years later, if FY dares to be the second, then no one will dare to be the first.

Lin Jun's talent in business and entertainment was something he was very envious of sometimes.

He nodded: "I have heard their general plan and think it is very feasible, you can think about it slowly."

The sunlight hit Qin Moyan's face, that smile was so pure, like a particularly beautiful flower.

Although Wen An didn't know how to describe it, he knew that if it was really a flower, it would not bloom for a long time, because everyone who saw it probably wanted to pick it back home.

Wen An is very clever when acting, but sometimes he is a bit dull when getting along with him in private.

Seeing her pursing her lips and looking at him again, Qin Moyan stood up and replied to his original politeness and politeness: "I'm going to rest for a while."

Just as he was about to leave, Fang Wenfeng and the others came over again.

Seeing that his chatting was no different from before, they took the opportunity to come over and have a chat.

Seeing that he didn't mind being brought up about his background, a few people took the lead again, yelling for Young Master Qin San to treat him, and then went ahead to finalize the highest-end entertainment club in City A.

Qin Moyan was going to the hospital to see Jiang Ying at night, and there was a night show on Tuesday, so he set a time with them on Wednesday night.

Since being in the hotel yesterday, Jiang Ying has almost exploded his phone.

Seeing that he didn't answer the phone, she sent a lot of insulting messages to him, and finally calmed down because she was tired of scolding.

He let her hang out for a day and decided it was time to meet her.

There was no night show at night, so Qin Moyan went to the hospital after the show.

When entering the door, the nurse was cleaning the ceramic shards on the floor, Qin Moyan nodded to her, and the nurse left the ward.

Jiang Ying was in a very bad condition, lying on the hospital bed with a haggard look, as if she had aged a dozen years overnight.

Seeing his figure, she forced herself to sit up and tear him apart.

Qin Moyan stood one step away from the hospital bed, quietly watching her struggle in vain. He didn't sit down until Jiang Ying was so tired that she was out of breath and could only curse repeatedly.

Jiang Ying grabbed his hand violently, dug her nails deeply into his palm, and asked pantingly, "When did you know?"

When she spoke, she had a feeling of being out of breath but hoarse, like an old weathered bird.

Qin Moyan looked at her complicatedly, and said, "Not too long."

Jiang Ying panted heavily, and the hatred in those red eyes was almost pouring out, which reminded him of Qin Moxun's eyes looking at him.

"You hate me?" Qin Moyan took her hand away from his own, looked at the little bloodstain she pinched out and asked slowly: "Shouldn't it be me who hates you?"

His expression was very calm when he spoke, as if he could accept everything, but also as if he didn't pay attention to anything or had already controlled it in the palm of his hand.

Jiang Ying was stunned for a moment.

This child was raised by her to be impulsive and withdrawn, and occasionally paranoid. Since when did he become so calm and calm, taking his time?

The surprise in her eyes dissipated part of the hatred, and a momentary look of dullness and embarrassment appeared on her face.

Looking down at Jiang Ying like this, Qin Moyan still feels a little unspeakable pain in the most secret place of his heart.

He glanced away, bit by bit suppressing those inappropriate feelings.

"I will come to see you in the future, but the frequency will be lower," he said. "If the nurse is not satisfied, you can tell me, and I will help you find a suitable one, or you can find it yourself."

Seeing that he was about to get up, Jiang Ying grabbed the hem of his clothes again: "You arranged all of this, didn't you?"

"That's right." Qin Moyan said.

Panting in despair, Jiang Ying asked with her last sliver of hope: "My Xun'er...he, you ordered him to do that?"

"No." Qin Moyan looked at him, "He only targeted you because he hates me."

Jiang Ying's eyes showed some confusion, Qin Moyan explained: "Because I offended him."

"Just because of this?" Jiang Ying asked in disbelief.

"Because of this," Qin Moyan looked at her quietly, "but there was a loophole in your body, and he hit it."

Jiang Ying opened her mouth and froze on the spot.

Because of a small personal grievance, the one who was going to attack the other party's family was her son.

It also seems impulsive and paranoid.

"I don't believe it," Jiang Ying fell into that semi-crazy state again after a while: "It must be you, it must be you..."

Qin Moyan didn't say anything more about this matter, he had other more important purposes for coming this time.

He wanted to completely defeat Jiang Ying, so that she would not dare to take any further actions, whether it was against Qin Moyang or against herself.

"Jiang Ying." He called her name softly, and it was the first time he called her name in front of her, officially announcing the complete end of the "mother-son" relationship with her.

His voice was very low, but Jiang Ying could still hear it despite being hoarse.

She stopped and looked at him sullenly.

"I asked the doctor," Qin Moyan said, "The reason for your illness is a genetic mutation. Maybe you don't know that a genetic mutation does not mean that you will definitely get sick, but people with mutations have a higher chance of getting sick than ordinary people."

Jiang Ying looked at him, not understanding what he meant by that.

"And your current body is still in the prime of life, even if the onset shouldn't be so early," Qin Moyan continued: "The doctor said that you suffered from a very serious stimulus before the onset of the onset."

Jiang Ying's pupils suddenly dilated.

Serious irritation?

Wasn't it because it was her own son who gave her a fatal blow, she was so excited that she fainted and couldn't get sick?

When Qin Moyan said this, her heart moved three points first.

"What on earth do you mean?" she asked.

"Actually, I'm a little curious," Qin Moyan asked, "During such a long time, have you ever thought about the words 'karma'?"

Jiang Ying had indeed thought about it, but Qin Moyan's question still stepped on her sore feet.

The hatred in her eyes rose with surprise, and she gradually felt that the child in front of her was becoming frightening to her.

Obviously not long ago, even if he was a little rebellious, he still regarded her as the most important person.

Qin Moyan seemed to be smiling slightly.

He leaned over slightly, stared at her eyes closely from a very close distance, and asked word by word: "You thought about it, didn't you?"

Jiang Ying's eyelids jumped up, and even her lips were trembling. Qin Moyan's eyes were sharp and indifferent, as cold and heartless as if he was a seducer from hell.

She wanted to say that she hadn't thought about it, but her lips trembled so badly that she couldn't utter a word.

She lay there unable to move, a fish on a cutting board, desperate and suffocating.

"I don't know if you believe it or not, but I do," Qin Moyan said, "Everything has a cause and effect, this time the retribution is on you, what about next time?"

Jiang Ying became frightened, she could almost guess what Qin Moyan would say next, she didn't want to hear a word.

Sure enough, Qin Moyan said slowly, but his tone was very firm: "Next time, maybe it will be retribution to your own son, do you believe it?"

He said it with a smile, with a deep and cold smile, and leaned towards her again: "So, let's accumulate some virtue for your son as soon as possible."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Jiang Ying for a while, then stood up, lowered his head and stroked the corner of his clothes.

Threatening a mother with a child is the most despicable and shameless thing, he couldn't help thinking while stroking the folds on the corner of his clothes that Jiang Ying had caught.

"Don't go," Jiang Ying called him suddenly: "What happened to my Xun'er? What did you do to him?"

"He's fine." Qin Moyan looked at him: "My mother is not as black-hearted as you. How could she be willing to hurt him for no reason when she raised the child with one hand? But it's hard to say if you come out with some moths. Everyone has limits, and they all make choices.”

Jiang Ying was quiet for a moment, and finally let out a long breath, and said nothing for a while.

Qin Moyan glanced at her again before turning around and leaving the ward.

Standing at the door of the ward, he breathed a long sigh of relief just like Jiang Ying did just now.

The nurse came over at this moment and called him respectfully, "Sir."

Qin Moyan asked her about Jiang Ying's health and diet in the past few days before leaving.

"Don't be harsh on her," he said before leaving, "If you have any questions, please contact me."

On Wednesday night, the crew went to the most luxurious entertainment club in city A, i Du Hua Palace.

Idu Huagong and Budu belong to the same entertainment and catering company, but the service types are different.

Huagong is more entertaining and has a wider variety of pastimes, including small legal casinos.

This type of club has very high requirements for entry-level members, so not only is it not very noisy when entering the gate, but it is relatively quiet on the contrary.

The service staff are very professional, leading them from the elevator to the second floor, out of the elevator room, and there are dedicated waiters leading them to the box.

When passing the smoking room, Wen An suddenly whispered, "Is the one in front Young Master Lu?"

Fang Wenfeng patted her on the shoulder just in time, and Wen An's voice fell silent.

Unexpectedly, Qin Moyan heard it, he tilted his head slightly and replied: "Yes."

On the second floor, there is a corridor after exiting the elevator room. On both sides of the corridor are boxes of different specifications, and at the end is a huge floor-to-ceiling window. In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, two corridors are separated to the left and right.

When Wen An asked, Lu Xiye was walking to the French window with a few people, and then the group turned into the corridor on the right.

In fact, Wen An didn't need to say anything, Qin Moyan saw Lu Xiye as soon as he got out of the elevator.

The light in the corridor is a somewhat ambiguous warm orange color, and the colorful light spots hit the feet, and Lu Xiye is accompanied by several foreigners with different hair colors.

Each of them brought different men and women with them, and Lu Xiye was followed by a boy.

But Qin Moyan didn't see who the other party was, so the pedestrian turned around.

Their box was not far from the elevator, just in this corridor, when the waiter opened the door, a group of people rushed in lively.

Most of the people who came this time were younger actors in the group, and neither the director nor the screenwriter teacher came.

Because there were actresses, everyone just ate, drank, sang and sang in the box, and did nothing else.

Afterwards, the actresses agreed to go to the massage room for a massage, and some of the male actors wanted to gamble a little, while others wanted to do something else and needed to go upstairs to open another room.

A group of people quarreled in the private room until after ten o'clock, everyone brought some wine, the actors went to their favorite leisure area, and the actresses were going to go upstairs to the female guest area for a massage.

Qin Moyan personally sent several actresses upstairs, watched them enter the female guest area, and then slowly went downstairs.

He had nothing in particular to play with, he wanted to wait until the actresses finished and send them off before going back.

After all, he brought the people here, and the actresses are all beautiful, so there is nothing wrong with being careful in this kind of occasion.

He went down to the second floor and entered the box.

There was no one else in the box, only snacks, wine bottles, poker dice and tambourines scattered on the table.

The lights were dimmed, and there was a sense of ambiguity. He asked the waiter to go out, and sat on the group of sofas by the window to light a cigarette.

Looking out from this window, you can see the Ferris wheel in the playground in the distance.

The Ferris wheel looked like a huge windmill in the night, and it turned slowly, reminding him of his last life. Qin Moyang said he would take him there, but something happened before he had time.

And two days ago, Qin Moyang made the same proposal again.

Just as he was thinking, the door of the box opened suddenly.

The sound insulation of the box is very good, and there is almost no sound when the door opens and closes, but Qin Moyan can still feel it.

He turned his head while biting his cigarette, and saw a tall figure walking towards him.

Seeing him turn around, Lu Xiye said with a smile: "I met Fang Wenfeng just now, and that's when I knew you were here."

Recently, members of a well-known foreign pharmaceutical research institute traveled to China, and Lu Xiye managed to get in touch with them.

The past two days are almost busy with business, and those few will fly back tomorrow, so he and Shang Chi will accompany them to relax tonight.

The foreigner was good at playing, and after finishing playing downstairs, he took people upstairs again.

Lu Xiye opened the room for someone, and planned to go back to the monk later, but he didn't expect to meet Fang Wenfeng downstairs.

Knowing that Qin Moyan was also here, he asked someone to send Shang Chi back first, and then returned himself.

"Well," Qin Moyan nodded, "Come and play."

"Then why didn't you go to play?" Lu Xiye asked along the words.

"Just getting ready to go," Qin Moyan raised half of the cigarette in Yang's hand: "Finish this one."

"After smoking this one," Lu Xiye asked him, "What event do you want to play?"

Qin Moyan thought of the back figure of Lu Xiye he saw in the corridor, and wondered if it was the one leaning against him in the imperial court that day.

"I heard that the boys in Huagong are of high quality," he said casually, "I want to try it later."

Lu Xiye looked at him for a moment, the corners of his lips were flattened, his eyes were deep and aggressive.

"You know a lot." Lu Xiye couldn't help but think of the boy he found for himself.

"It's okay." Qin Moyan was not humble at all.

"Then what do you think of me?" Lu Xiye approached a little closer and asked in a low voice.

"Huh?" Qin Moyan didn't quite understand what he meant.

"How do I compare with the boys in Huagong?" Lu Xiye asked.

"You are really..." Qin Moyan couldn't help laughing after being stunned for a moment: "Are you kidding me? Young Master Lu, you might as well spend time with the person you should be with when you have this time."

"Who do you think I should accompany?" Lu Xiye asked back: "The only person I like is you, isn't it wrong to accompany you?"

Qin Moyan looked at him and slowly stood up.

Ke Lu Xiye pushed him against the window sill.

The huge Ferris wheel in the distance became the background, and their eyes met.

"Do you like me?" Qin Moyan asked, raised his hand to tap his heart, and said his name: "Qin Moyan?"

His tone seemed to say that Qin Moyan was a person that no one would like, and he was not worthy of liking.

Lu Xiye looked at him, uncomfortable and puzzled.

There was a thin coolness in Qin Moyan's eyes, and the tails of his eyes were slightly raised, drawing a very beautiful arc, but it was full of disbelief.

He smelled faintly of alcohol, and had a light lemon scent.

"Is there any question?" Lu Xiye asked in a deep voice.

He doesn't seem to say that he doesn't like him like before, but he doesn't believe that he likes him?

Lu Xiye was not sure, he only knew that Qin Moyan's gaze made his heart ache.

"If Master Lu can kiss me," Qin Moyan suddenly leaned close to him, he raised his face slightly, his light and warm breath hit the side of Lu Xiye's lips with the smell of alcohol, itching deep into his bones.He teasingly tapped the corner of his mouth with his fingertips as if he didn't know the danger, and his voice was very soft, not provocative but provocative: "Maybe I can trust you."

Lu Xiye looked at him, his eyes darkened fiercely, although he tried his best to restrain himself, there was still a thin layer of lust.

He didn't say anything, he just pressed the back of Qin Moyan's head with his hand, rubbed his fingertips into the root of his hair forcefully, and leaned forward to press down on him.