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

The host on the stage smiled and called out the number, looking around the audience.

Song Qinghan: "..."

"You go." Song Qinghan stuffed two tickets into Chu Ming's hand and said with a smile.

Big Dog Chu raised his head to look at him, Song Qinghan looked back, his eyes were clear and beautiful, and Big Dog Chu could only cowardly silently.

Looking at Song Qinghan's smiling face, Ji Ruyuan couldn't help pinching him on the face: "Little cunning!"

Song Qinghan let her pinch it, and even lowered his head slightly to accommodate her movements, allowing Ji Ruyuan to pinch it more smoothly.

Ji Ruyuan didn't really want to hit him either, seeing how obedient he was, she couldn't help but smile, and after letting go, she patted Song Qinghan's shoulder affectionately.

Chu Ming also came to the stage at this time. The host did not expect that the winner was actually the big boss of the company himself. After being taken aback for a while, he put on a sweet smile and said, "Please show me your number plate for verification." one time."

Chu Ming silently handed out two number plates.

host:"……"

The rules did not say that one person cannot redeem two prizes. After the host checked the numbers, he followed the procedure and asked the celebrities who came today to present awards to the winners.

Chu Ming took the prize and stepped down neatly, and then handed the two prizes to Ji Ruyuan and Song Qinghan respectively.

Ji Ruyuan simply put her share of the prize into Song Qinghan's hands: "I just heard that this prize is worth tens of thousands of dollars, you take it, and treat it as my pocket money for you." .”

Song Qinghan was about to shake his head when he was killed by Ji Ruyuan's eyes.

He had no choice but to hold the prize in his hand, and smiled with Ji Ruyuan: "Thank you, Mom."

The voice behind her was very soft, almost as loud as Ji Ruyuan could hear, but the tone was very intimate.

Ji Ruyuan looked at him in relief.

What happened next had nothing to do with Song Qinghan.Seeing his gaze sweeping over the table, Chu Ming took a glass of fruit wine from a passing waiter and stuffed it into his hand.

Song Qinghan bowed his head and took a sip, only the sweet taste of lychee.

Chu Ming looked at the white back of his neck that was exposed when he lowered his head, slowly lowered his eyelashes, and lowered his head to take a sip of the champagne in his hand.

Chu Ming usually wouldn't stay for too long at such an annual meeting, and Chu Zhenyang and Ji Ruyuan had already taken a step ahead.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the venue was gradually reaching a climax, Chu Ming called several high-level officials and the person in charge of the annual meeting, and after talking about the following things, he took Song Qinghan and left.

"The president who just won the first prize wants to reward everyone for their hard work this year..."

The host's sweet voice was vaguely heard behind him, and Song Qinghan followed Chu Ming out of the venue. The cool autumn wind blew on his face, relieving the enthusiasm that had arisen from the lively atmosphere in the venue.

"Why did you give away the prize?" Chu Ming didn't call the driver, and after opening the car door for Song Qinghan, he sat in the driver's seat by himself.

"Anyway, I don't need those little money, just give it away to make your employees happy." Song Qinghan shook his head and said with a smile.

Chu Ming glanced at him quietly, then turned his body and pressed a light kiss on his lips: "En."

"Going home?" Chu Ming started the car and asked while holding the steering wheel.

"No." Song Qinghan thought for a while, "I want to see Mr. Qi."

"Okay." Chu Ming turned the front of the car around and drove the car out slowly.

When they arrived at Qi's house, Mr. Qi happened to be holding hands in the studio. When he opened the door and saw Song Qinghan coming, a smile appeared on his cold face involuntarily, and then the corners of his mouth straightened: "Why at this time? coming?"

Song Qinghan pushed open the door familiarly, and followed Qi Lian who was thinking about it into the house: "I just miss you, teacher, so come and have a look."

"Pretentious!" Qi Lian glared at him, and then asked like a cannonball, "Have you practiced what I taught you recently? Do you remember how many fingerings you have? How do you walk when you speak?"

Song Qinghan: "..."

He looked at Qi Lian dumbfounded, Qi Lian caught a glimpse of the helpless smile on his face, stopped talking leisurely, and then snorted softly: "But I guess you don't dare not to practice, so I won't let you this time Do it again."

He looked at Song Qinghan with his hands behind his back, and then he noticed the big dog Chu who followed behind Song Qinghan, who obviously had a sense of presence, but had been "ignored" for so long.

"Isn't this Xiao Ming, why did you follow me?"

He compared Song Qinghan's and Chu Ming's clothes, which could be called brotherly outfits, and raised his eyebrows: "You guys."

He knows the relationship between Chu Ming and Song Qinghan very clearly. Qi Lian is not someone who has never seen the world. Although men like men, there are not many such things, but there are also many. There are also a few people who have this hobby, and he never blames others.

It's just that he didn't expect Song Qinghan and Chu Ming to be so bold now, but he had to admit that their candid attitude was even more convincing.

Chu Ming put the gift on the table, Qi Lian turned around to make a pot of tea that Song Qinghan liked to drink here before, and then poured a cup for himself and Song Qinghan.

"The director of your crew came to me." Qi Lian looked at Song Qinghan's nostalgic face after taking a sip of tea, and said lightly as he lowered his head and took a sip.

"Director Xiang Wei?" Song Qinghan put down his teacup, a little surprised.

"Yes." Qi Lian nodded, "His attitude is very good, and then he showed me the script."

"You did a good job with this script." Qi Lian has never acted before, but operas are not divided into different genres. He has read a lot of dramas and has a certain appreciation for those scripts in these entertainment circles. "But I read them. It's no wonder you came to me to learn drama."

Among other things, "The Peony Pavilion", which connects the whole story together, is a very big challenge for Song Qinghan, who plays the leading role.

Song Qinghan smiled a little embarrassedly: "There is a specialization in surgery, and I don't know anything about it, so I can only come to Taishan Beidou like you, teacher, to hug the buddha's feet."

His flattery wasn't loud enough, Qi Lian snorted coldly, then the corners of his mouth curled up quietly.

"What's the use of just knowing how to hug Buddha's feet?" Qi Lian curled his lips, "If you don't do well on stage, I'll take a wooden board and slap your palms."

Song Qinghan sighed, and said with a smile: "Then I hope the teacher will show mercy when the time comes."

Qi Lian took a sip of tea noncommittally.

Song Qinghan chatted with him for a while, and Chu Ming continued the conversation from time to time. When the sun was about to set, Song Qinghan went to the kitchen to cook some dishes himself, while Chu Ming helped him.

The dishes on the table are all home-cooked dishes. Considering Qi Lian's current age, Song Qinghan tends to make them light in taste.

Qi Lian didn't comment on the meal.

After dinner, Song Qinghan took Chu Ming and Qi Lian to leave.Qi Lian didn't leave him behind, just went to his studio, took out a few practice CDs he had found earlier, and handed them to Song Qinghan: "The Chinese New Year is only a month away, next you You may be a little busy, if you don’t have time to practice, you can take these CDs and watch more, and it’s better than nothing.”

Song Qinghan took the CDs, and before he could say anything, Qi Lian waved at them impatiently: "Go, go, you just need to remember me as an old man in your heart, and don't say anything unnecessary. said."

Song Qinghan had no choice but to nod to him, and then left with Chu Ming.

Qi Lian stood at the door and watched their car leave. Under the setting sun, his figure was still tough, but inexplicably tinged with loneliness.

Song Qinghan had a panoramic view of Qi Lian's movements through the rearview mirror, seeing this scene, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Master Qi is very happy today." Seeing his little expression just now, Chu Ming wished he could reach out and hug him into his arms and rub him.He turned the steering wheel, his voice was low and gentle, "You came to see him today, he is very happy."

"Yeah." Song Qinghan raised his head and smiled at him.

Seeing his expression, Chu Ming softened his heart.

"I heard that Master Qi's little apprentice is coming back from abroad in a few days, and he should be with Master Qi at that time." Chu Ming focused on the road ahead, but still comforted him.

"Teacher Qi's little apprentice?"

"Yeah." There happened to be a red light ahead, and Chu Ming slowly stopped the car, then leaned over and kissed Song Qinghan on the forehead, "Master Qi's little apprentice was an orphan he adopted back then. I have studied abroad, and I should return to China in a month or two."

"That's it." Song Qinghan nodded, "That's good."

Seeing his bright eyes, Chu Ming couldn't help but want to bow his head and kiss them, but the red light ahead had already passed, so he had to sit up straight and start the car slowly.

"So don't worry too much." Chu Ming said, "If we have time in the future, we'll just come and accompany Lord Qi."

"Yes." Song Qinghan replied with a smile.

In fact, he felt uncomfortable not only because Qi Lian looked a little lonely just now, but also because he saw something similar to himself in Qi Lian.

In his last life, he lived in a small house by himself, but compared to Qi Lian, he didn't even have a single person who would come to see him. It wasn't until he picked up the big yellow dog that there seemed to be people around him. It's like having company, so that he won't become more gloomy.

Song Qinghan remembered that before he thought that big yellow dog was human, like a cold and domineering president, now that he thinks about it, isn't he the domineering president?

It's just that this president is not cold, but gentle and clingy.

Song Qinghan narrowed his eyes and smiled, then stretched out his hand to squeeze Chu Ming's wrist, and when Chu Ming looked over suspiciously, he shook his head: "It's nothing."

"I just think it's nice to meet you."