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

"Okay then, go to Xinghai at nine o'clock tomorrow morning." Chu Ming tapped on the pen holder, raised his eyes and glanced at Wei Qian who was standing blankly aside, the smile in his eyes dissipated instantly, and his whole body was full of heart-warming emotions. Panic pressure.

Chu Ming hung up the phone, and said to Wei Qian, who was still standing aside, "Just keep announcing that the regular meeting tomorrow morning will be cancelled."

Wei Qian silently agreed, seeing that he had no other orders, he took his signed document and resigned himself to making a phone call to inform the management members of various departments who were still in fear.

He must have read it wrong just now.How could the Great Demon King of Chu have such a gentle smile!

Chu Ming gently pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose. His deep and sharp eyes were hidden behind the transparent lenses, but they did not appear softer because of this. On the contrary, they became a bit more stern, making people unable to bear it. Connect him with the domineering president described in the novel.

He glanced lightly at the time on the phone screen, lowered his head, and a smile was fleeting on his lips.

Song Qinghan held the mobile phone that had been hung up in his hand, and there was a rare expression called dazed expression on his normally indifferent and calm face, or a gentle smile.

That just now...was Chu Ming, right?

The doubts in Song Qinghan's heart were almost piled up into a mountain. He raised his hand and wiped his face, looked at the phone, then plugged the phone into the charging cable and put it aside. The suitcase I brought out of the shared apartment.

He has been a little busy recently, and it took him a while to recall his previous memories, so he didn't even organize this suitcase properly.

There weren't many things in the box, except for a notebook and a few documents, the rest were a few casual clothes and a few formal suits.

Song Qinghan took out the things inside one by one and arranged them neatly, then picked out a set of normal clothes that were neither too conspicuous nor too disrespectful and put them aside, and took the rest directly to the closet and hung them up.

Tomorrow at nine o'clock...

Song Qinghan paused, and glanced at the time, the hour hand was heading towards eight o'clock in the evening.

...It's still early.

He stood there for a while, then suddenly shook his head a little funny.

Isn't it just a trip to Xinghai? The worst result is that Chu Ming suddenly regretted it and told him to leave Xinghai.

If it doesn't work, he quits the circle and sells tea eggs is also a way out.

Maybe those old grandpas and grandmas saw that he looks good, so they bought a few more eggs?

After figuring it out, Song Qinghan picked up the regular clothes on the bed, put them on a chair beside him, sat down on the bed, and turned on the laptop.

Skillfully connected to the Internet, Song Qinghan just wanted to open Weibo, but somehow he moved his fingers and entered two words in the search bar.

Among other things, Xinghai is very willing to spend money, and the cost of infrastructure is also strong.Song Qinghan lived in Xinghai's dormitory, and the internet speed was fast. In less than half a second, rows of keywords appeared on the screen of his laptop.

Song Qinghan clicked on a link casually, and a handsome face suddenly appeared on the screen. Through the screen, he could feel the majesty and aura of a superior person.

Chu Ming.

Song Qinghan's eyes lingered on the photo for a while, and suddenly he was not interested in the pile of words that followed.He clicked down the webpage neatly, his eyes were clear, as if they were inlaid with black crystals, reflecting the color of glass under the light.

Most of Song Qinghan's fans are fans who lick their screens. A few days ago, Song Qinghan's photos were widely forwarded through Chang Wei's Weibo. This has accumulated a lot of popularity for him, but these popularity is based on his The firmness on the face was almost like foam. He hadn't appeared in the past few days, and the accumulated face powder had almost dispersed.

Song Qinghan didn't post on Weibo, he just logged in to his Weibo homepage, looking at the piles of red posts and comments with likes, his eyelashes drooping, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Randomly clicked on a previous Weibo, except for the first few comments below, which were cheering for him and making him happy to choose a role, the rest were almost all questioning and ridiculing him .

@欣欣玉林: Bi Xin Xin, Han Han, please come on ^0^~[比心][比心]

Song Qinghan thought for a while, reached out to give this comment a thumbs up, and replied with a thank you.

Swiping down further, Song Qinghan's fingers stopped.

@nsjdjdndhnd: Bah, rubbish doesn't deserve to play Fang Yu at all!

This comment has been followed hundreds of times, and the number of likes is second only to the previous comment that encouraged him.

Song Qinghan clicked on it and looked at it, but didn't say much. He just read a few more things that seemed to be said by fans of the original book, and combined these things with his own perception of Fang Yu as a character.

Sure enough, there are a thousand Hamlets for a thousand people.

Through these comments, Song Qinghan seemed to see another side of Fang Yu. Those small details that he had accidentally overlooked when reading the book before gradually became clear, forming a three-dimensional character image in his mind.

The harvest is good.

As for those very negative and hostile comments, Song Qinghan just glanced at them lightly, and then quickly passed them over, with a cold and calm expression, without any trace of anger.

He has not achieved anything now, and the roles he has played are only a few side effects. It is normal for everyone to have doubts about him.Even in the eyes of fans of the original book and Fang Yu, he came to play Fang Yu because he actually looked down on the original book and Fang Yu.

Song Qinghan is not a good person with the heart of the Holy Mother, but with a heart to heart, he also doesn't want to see his favorite character harmed by a bad drama or an actor who doesn't do his duty.

It's just...he won't just give in like this.

After Song Qinghan finished reading the comments, he went to look for a few movies directed by Han Yi and watched them carefully, carefully analyzing Han Yi's usual director techniques and the status of the actors in them.

It has to be said that Song Qinghan is actually like a tough grass. After the training in the previous life, this life gave him an opportunity, and he will firmly grasp that opportunity and move forward like a vine.

Even so, he did not forget his perseverance and original intention.

I don't know how long I watched it, Song Qinghan stretched out his hand to close the computer, rubbed his troubled eyes, there were too many things in his mind, and he became a little chaotic for a while.

He looked at the time, it was almost past zero.

Thinking of going to Xinghai the next day, Song Qinghan lay in bed for a while in a daze, then stood up to wash up, turned off the lights, and fell into a deep sleep thinking about the movie he watched before.