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

Song Qinghan paused while holding the business card, raised his head and looked at Wei Qian: "Thank you... this gentleman."

Wei Qian smiled politely.

Song Qinghan wiped the business card lightly with his hand, and his bright eyes were hidden behind the thin lenses, showing restraint and rigor, and the breath of abstinence was ready to come out: "I...may ask, I have met Mr. Chu before Is it?"

Wei Qian was caught by his eyes, turned his head to the side, and smiled: "I don't know much about this, I just followed Mr. Chu's instructions... If Mr. Song wants to know, you can contact Mr. Chu yourself .”

After thinking about it, he still sold it to Song Qinghan: "Mr. Chu is usually busy. If Mr. Song contacts him, he can call him on weekend nights."

"Okay, thank you." Song Qinghan nodded, and didn't ask any more, but he still had some doubts in his heart.

Wei Qian looked at him, and it took him a long time to say: "Mr. Chu has high hopes for you, and I hope you will not let him down."

"I will work hard." Song Qinghan didn't ask him why Chu Ming looked at him differently, he just nodded solemnly, with a calm expression, "Please rest assured, Mr. Chu."

Wei Qian smiled and waved at him: "You can tell Mr. Chu yourself."

He nodded towards Song Qinghan, and left in a hurry.

Song Qinghan glanced at his leaving back, then lowered his head, quietly looking at the business card exuding a faint sandalwood fragrance.

Could it be that when did he really interact with Chu Ming?

Song Qinghan thought about it, including the memories of his previous life, over and over again for a long time, but he still couldn't find any clues.

In his last life, he had a very miserable time in the entertainment circle, and he and Chu Ming were just two parallel lines far apart. Let alone meeting each other, he even made Chu Ming's name all over the place. I know it inside.

never mind.Song Qinghan rubbed his fingers on the business card. He originally wanted to put the business card in his pocket, but after thinking about it carefully, he still took the business card and walked back to the room with some seriousness, took out a small box from the bedside table, and put it The business card was put in.

After a while, he took the box out of the bedside table again, took the mobile phone and typed in the phone number on it, and saved it.

He sat on the bed and thought for a while, then unlocked the phone that had been turned off, opened the message, and slowly started typing.

He typed and deleted, deleted and typed again, and in the end it was only a few short words: "Thank you, Mr. Chu."

Sent successfully.

Song Qinghan stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and at some point a fine layer of cold sweat broke out.

He looked at his phone, but nothing happened.He didn't feel any surprise and put the business card back in the box.

In any case, Chu Ming's favor for putting him under Chen An's hands was too great, and he was unwilling to give up this opportunity, which meant that he took the initiative to accept this favor.

Chu Ming... What exactly do you want?

Song Qinghan swiped his fingers on the screen a few times, but his eyes were a little absent-minded, obviously not focused on the phone in front of him.

He has no money and no power now, and he has never heard that President Chu likes men. He is poor and white. Could it be that Chu Ming is here to help the poor?

Thinking of this, Song Qinghan couldn't help laughing, took off the glasses he was wearing, rubbed his hair, and sighed.

There was still a bit of the smile in his eyes from before, the dark pupils were clear, covered with a layer of water like smoke, and there was a little softness on his cold face for no reason.

The boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge. No matter what Chu Ming wants to do... there will always be a way.

Probably because the sandalwood on the business card was too light and intoxicating, there seemed to be a little lingering fragrance in Song Qinghan's hands, which was scattered in the air quietly, so that Song Qinghan couldn't help but close his eyes, unconsciously He relaxed his tense nerves and fell into a deep sleep.

When Song Qinghan woke up, the sky outside had already been covered with a dark blue curtain, dotted with sporadic faint lights, setting off a round of cool moon like a disc.

He pressed his forehead, his expression was still a little dazed, his eyes were wet with the mist of not waking up.

"..." He reached out and touched the phone, and several missed calls were displayed on the screen.

Chen An's, Liu Fei's, and... Chu Ming's.

The name entered just now was clearly displayed on the screen, and Song Qinghan couldn't help but feel a little tight in his heart.

He first called Chen An back, briefly explained why he didn't answer the phone earlier, and after writing down everything Chen An said, he hesitated to dial Chu Ming's number.

"Beep—" The phone rang several times. Song Qinghan expected that Chu Mingyue was busy, and just about to hang up the phone, there was a little electric current, and then there was silence.

"...Hello, is this Mr. Chu?" Song Qinghan paused, then asked politely and softly.

"En." After a long time, a low, magnetic voice came from the other end of the phone, like the most elegant strings of a cello, which made people's ears crisp.

"Excuse me...do you have anything to do with me?" Song Qinghan couldn't help but squeeze the phone tightly, unknowingly sat up straight, held his breath, and listened intently.

"Heh." Chu Ming on the other end of the phone seemed to laugh, and then Song Qinghan heard his voice say unhurriedly, "I heard Wei Qian say that you are curious, why should I help you?"

Song Qinghan was silent for a while, lowered his eyelashes: "Yes... I don't understand."

"Brother Chen said that you put me in his hands, and that you also ordered the A-level contract. I don't know... why."

Chu Ming rubbed the pen in his hand, signed his name on the document in front of him, and said with a chuckle, "Because I am very optimistic about you."

"..." What the hell kind of reason is this?

"Mr. Chu..."

Chu Ming tapped lightly on the signed document, his usually expressionless face had a rare smile on it, so startled that Wei Qian, who came forward to pick up the document, couldn't help but look at it a few more times .

"Are you free tomorrow?" Chu Ming looked at his schedule and asked suddenly.

Song Qinghan was taken aback for a moment, and his reaction was instantly slowed down by half a beat: "Mmm..."