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

In the early morning of the next day, Song Qinghan got up in obedience to the habit he had developed in his previous life.

He checked the time, it was six twenty in the morning.

Pulling his hair, Song Qinghan's face was cold. After a night of sleep, his eyes were covered with a layer of mist, which was not very obvious, but it softened his usually indifferent eyes, making him look gentle. And passionate.

He sat barefoot on the edge of the bed for a while, looked up at the tightly drawn window sill, touched the warm and mischievous rays of sunlight that penetrated through the gaps in the curtains, and blinked his eyes as if he had just woken up from a dream , a clear light flashed in his eyes.

He stood up and went to the bathroom to wash up. He felt that it was still early, so he walked to the refrigerator and planned to make breakfast by himself.

In Song Qinghan's last life, let alone signing Chen An, it would be nice if his agent was willing to take him. He picked up a few extra roles for him. Seeing that he had no backstage, he was unwilling to accompany those who liked his face. The big boss of the producer "drinks", so he is "stocked", which can be regarded as a half-hidden state.

During that time, Song Qinghan's situation was very bad. Many producers and directors actually knew each other. Song Qinghan didn't know what to do. If they didn't need to say it, someone would eagerly "share their worries" for them.Fortunately, Song Qinghan was just a little-known rookie at that time, and those big bosses were actually not interested, otherwise...

Later, Song Qinghan managed to get the role of a male eight in a drama. Although there were not many roles, it was already a big opportunity for Song Qinghan at that time. He was filming in another crew at that time. After finishing the production, he rushed back to the apartment directly to share the good news with Ye Yi, but... at a glance, he saw his good boyfriend having sex with his manager.

Since then his situation has become even more bleak.

Song Qinghan pursed his lips, glanced at the refrigerator, picked out a tomato and two eggs from the full freezer, and planned to make a simple tomato and egg with rice.

What happened in the previous life taught Song Qinghan to be self-reliant, from a kitchen killer who only knew how to make instant noodles to a person who could cook delicious and delicious meals.

He skillfully cut the tomatoes, put the oil on the hot pan, and beat the eggs in an orderly manner.

Scrambled eggs with tomatoes are not difficult to make, Song Qinghan stir-fried them casually, and served them out.

The bright red tomatoes were fried until the juice flowed out, and the yellow eggs were dyed a little red, which looked very exciting.

Song Qinghan filled a bowl of rice and started to eat the scrambled eggs with tomatoes in front of him.

When Song Qinghan washed the dishes after eating, the time was only around [-]:[-].

Xinghai's dormitory is not too far from Xinghai's company, but it's not too close either. It's seven subway stations away. During morning and evening rush hours, if you arrive late, you may not be able to get on the subway.

Song Qinghan is not a person who is used to making others wait, not to mention that person may be the boss of his immediate boss and then go up to the big boss.

He checked the whole house as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder, and after confirming that there was no potential safety hazard, he changed into the normal suit he took out yesterday, took his mobile phone and keys and went out.

The subway station is not far from the Xinghai dormitory where he lives now. He bought a ticket and looked at the crowd with a cold look on his face. In this restless subway station, he seemed a little lonely.

He followed the crowd through security and onto one of the carriages.

The subway is running very fast. After about [-] minutes, the subway station where Xinghai's head office is located will arrive.

When Song Qinghan came here for the first time, he was just an unknown little actor, but now he is a rising star who has signed a contract with Xinghai and is about to star in a new movie directed by Han Yi.

He turned his head to the side and smiled softly, his cold brows and eyes instantly melted away, like newly melting ice and snow, with a clear breath.

The front desk lady already knew that Song Qinghan was an artist of her company, and when she saw him walk in, she smiled politely at him.

Song Qinghan returned a faint smile.

He looked around, found a secluded place and sat down, not forgetting to read a magazine in his hand.

After an unknown amount of time, there seemed to be a little noisy sound coming from the door. Song Qinghan raised his head to look, just in time to meet Chu Ming's gaze.

Chu Ming is still wearing a well-tailored high-end suit today, and the silver-gray fabric outlines his tall and smooth figure.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs.With this figure, this Mr. Chu is more than enough to be a model without being the president.

Song Qinghan stood up from his seat to meet Chu Ming's gaze, and his mind was in a trance.

...I always feel that this scene is somewhat familiar.

Chu Ming's body was already turned to this side, Song Qinghan couldn't let the big boss wait for him, so he blinked his eyes to regain his sanity, and walked over with a restrained smile on his face.

He looked very beautiful, but his clothes were a bit ordinary. When Wei Qian, who was following Chu Ming, saw him, his heart skipped a beat.

Could this child have purposely inquired about the whereabouts of the Great Demon King, and wanted to come over and try to fly into the sky, right?

However, the Great Demon King seems to be a little interested in him, maybe he really made the right choice?

After Song Qinghan looked away from Chu Ming, he naturally saw Wei Qian at a glance.He smiled at Wei Qian with his lips curled up, his pale pink lips looked moist and their shape was very nice.

Wei Qian nodded towards Song Qinghan, and suddenly felt a chill behind his back.

...Could it be that the air conditioner in the company is turned on too much?

Chu Ming took a step forward with a handsome face, and nodded slightly indifferently towards Song Qinghan: "You are here."

Song Qinghan: "..."

Always feel weird.

But I dare not not answer the words of the big boss.

Song Qinghan smiled embarrassedly: "Don't dare to forget Mr. Chu's order."

Hearing his address, Chu Ming frowned, but didn't say anything, just said "Come with me" a little coldly, and walked to the elevator.

Xinghai is just a subsidiary of the Chu Group, and the people who manage the company are all sent from the headquarters, and Chu Ming doesn't actually appear here often.But as the biggest figure in the company, Chu Ming still has his own dedicated elevator.

Wei Qian calmly pressed down on the floor of the office. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Chu Ming, who was standing somewhat casually, and then at Song Qinghan, who looked very reserved, and stood directly diagonally to President Chu, The desire to gossip in my heart is almost soaring to the sky.

The executives' offices are located on the middle floor. After the elevator doors opened, Chu Ming walked out, followed by Wei Qian and Song Qinghan.

Song Qinghan looked at the back of Chu Ming walking in front, and lowered his head slightly.

I didn't think it before, but now that I got closer, I realized why Chu Ming was hailed as a business emperor.

In addition to his extremely strong business methods, his aura is really frightening.

Chu Ming directly pushed open the door of an office, sat down on the office chair, and said to Song Qinghan who was following behind, "Sit."

He glanced at Wei Qian, tapped lightly on the table with his fingertips, and the dull knocking sound hit Wei Qian's heart, and he wisely left with his stomach full of gossip.

Don't forget to lock the door before you leave.

Song Qinghan sat on the sofa, facing Chu Ming across the Chu River-Han interface.

Chu Ming's expression was calm, even a little indifferent.Song Qinghan was a little uncertain about his attitude, lowered his head and frowned, and rubbed his fingers unconsciously on his pants.

"You are very nervous." It was clearly a question, but when Chu Ming said it, it seemed so sure.

Song Qinghan raised his head and smiled, but didn't meet his gaze: "Mr. Chu is also my boss, how can an artist not be nervous staying with his boss."

A few strands of hair hang down from Chu Ming's temples. He has a smooth and full forehead. His eyes are dark and deep under his sword eyebrows. His thin lips are slightly pursed, making him look a little cold.

He took a deep look at Song Qinghan, with unclear emotions in his eyes.