If you don’t act well, you will go home and have a baby [Rebirth]

"Click." Song Qinghan lightly exerted force on his hand, and the door lock opened with a sound, revealing a gap in the tightly closed anti-theft door.

He gently pushed the door open, and just as he was about to walk in, he stumbled.

—It was a light blue blouse.

A smile suddenly appeared on Song Qinghan's calm face, making his desolate and delicate face a bit more fairy-like.As if he had removed a pair of heavy armor, his steps suddenly became brisk, and he avoided the scattered clothes all over the floor in three or two steps, and walked towards the familiar yet unfamiliar room inside.

"..." Small moaning sounds came from the room, accompanied by the sound of the mattress bouncing, filling Song Qinghan's ears.

He stood at the door and listened for a while, with a faint smile still on his face, but a mockery appeared in his eyes, which was fleeting.

"Hmm...he's coming back soon, don't you be afraid, um..." The coquettish female voice ending with seductive charm disturbed the silence of the room.

"Ha, what are you afraid of? It's just his dead face..." The deep male voice sneered, and quickly fell again. After passing through the door panel, the thin voice became very blurred. He didn't have any interest in listening anymore, he looked at the door panel, turned around, went to the living room to pour himself a glass of water, and then sat down on the sofa.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Qinghan drank the last sip of water in the cup slowly, stood up and threw the paper cup into the trash can on the other side of the living room.

"Da." The bedroom door opened, and a man wearing only a pair of baggy trousers came out from inside. His exposed skin was covered with all kinds of imaginative traces, and his face was full of satisfaction.

When Song Qinghan heard the sound of the door opening, he turned his head, and quite understandingly picked up a shirt from the sofa and handed it to him: "Put it on."

Ye Yi's face froze, his expression was a little embarrassed, he stood there holding the doorknob, his eyes dodged.

Song Qinghan stuffed the clothes in his hands into his hands, then raised his eyes to look behind Ye Yi, and nodded slightly to the woman who was wrapped in a bath towel and who was still in love, coming out from inside: " Miss Fei."

The woman has hair dyed with big waves of wine red, fair and delicate skin, and looks a little ordinary, but her figure is uneven, and she has a special charm when she walks, which makes her more attractive, and she can be called a stunner.

There was still a layer of charm on Liu Fei's face. Seeing Song Qinghan who shouldn't be here, she just raised her eyebrows, raised her hand skillfully to take a puff of cigarette, and said softly: "It's Xiaohan! .”

Ye Yi turned his head to look at Liu Fei, and then at Song Qinghan, his face turned blue and white for a while, he let go of the doorknob after a while, and gently pulled the slipped towel for Liu Fei, with a gentle tone He said, "Why don't you take a rest?"

Liu Fei looked at Song Qinghan with a half-smile, flicked the cigarette ash, and put the other hand on Ye Yi's chest, with an intimate look: "Why, are you afraid that I will embarrass your boyfriend?"

Ye Yi's face froze. Before he could speak, Song Qinghan said, "Sister Fei, you misunderstood. Ye Yi and I are just roommates."

He was tall and thin, and his soft black hair hung on his forehead, giving him a soft aura.But his eyebrows and eyes are delicate and cold, and his whole person is as full of his name, with a coldness that rejects people thousands of miles away. It sounds like a fairy, but it is not grounded.

Now he looks calmly at Ye Yi and Liu Fei, who have obviously experienced a "war", and his tone is light but firm: "Speaking of which, I found a new house in the past few days and am about to move out. It may be noisy to move things next, so I would like to apologize to Brother Ye and Sister Fei."

"Qinghan!" Hearing this, Ye Yi let go of Liu Fei's arms, frowned, and shouted in a low voice.

Song Qinghan showed a faint smile to him, nodded, then turned around, and left in a leisurely pace. When passing the living room, he took his coat with him.

Liu Fei looked at Ye Yi's expression of hidden anger, patted his chest, her eyes were slightly cold: "Don't worry..."

"No, Sister Fei..." Ye Yi stretched out his hand and scratched his hair, and said a little irritably, "Aren't you fighting for me to be the leading male role in "Xiaoyaoyou" recently? If Song Qinghan takes this Let's talk about it..."

That director with a temper like stinky shit would definitely not choose him.

"Don't worry, I've already greeted people, and Xie Yi'an will also withdraw from the audition that day, you just need to give full play to your strength." Liu Fei pulled the towel on her body, and stretched out her hand to spread the long hair that was scattered on her chest. With her hair brushed back, she sat on a chair with her white and tender little feet up, "As for Song Qinghan...he is a familiar person to the audience, no matter what he says when this incident breaks out, it will involve a lot of people. In himself, he's not that stupid. If you're really worried--"

Liu Fei casually pushed the cigarette butt away, turned her head and smiled at Ye Yi.

Song Qinghan took his coat and came out of the apartment that he and Ye Yi rented together, rummaged through the pockets inside, found out his ID card and a wallet, looked around, and chose one at random. It looks like a clean and tidy small hotel with a room.

The hotel owner saw such a clean and beautiful young man coming over, looked behind him reflexively, and when he caught a glimpse of Song Qinghan's slightly suspicious gaze, he smiled embarrassedly, and said casually: "Young man, you look a little Looks familiar."

Song Qinghan pursed his lips and smiled slightly, then nodded: "Maybe I have a bit of a public face."

"Hahahahahaha, the young man looks like a star. If the public face is like you, it will be worth it." The boss laughed when he heard this, handed the room card to Song Qinghan, and specially reminded, " The elevator on the left is broken, take the elevator on the right."

"Thank you." Song Qinghan thanked politely, grabbed his coat and walked to the elevator.

"Like a star? Really like a star..." The boss rubbed his head and muttered, then sat back on his rocking chair, turned on the opera stage, and started humming along with his eyes closed.

Song Qinghan found his room by checking the room card. After checking it, he sat down on the bed, took out an old looking mobile phone and stared at it for a while.

"September 2020, 8".

Was it five years ago... Song Qinghan's fingers slowly slid across the screen of the phone, and the phone, which responded well, flashed suddenly, and a chat interface popped up.

"Cold."

"Cold."

"Where are you?"

"Song Qinghan!"

Song Qinghan glanced at the note above, smiled faintly, and blocked and deleted the account casually.

Today...is a new day.