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

After Song Qinghan met Chu Ming, and knew why Chu Ming put him under Chen An, he had to say that he felt a little more at ease.

It's as if, when there is confusion in front of you, a road full of sunshine suddenly appears.

He also speculated before why Chu Ming suddenly helped him.He and Chu Ming were really strangers and had no contact at all. Chu Ming made a sudden move. Although Song Qinghan acted resigned, he was still uneasy.

Now that he knew the reason, Song Qinghan still had a sense of gratitude in his heart, but he was no longer worried like before, afraid that Chu Ming would need to pay something he didn't want to pay.

It's just... this Mr. Chu is a little different from the rumors.Although he looks the same majestic and cold, his temper is surprisingly good.

Song Qinghan, who had removed a layer of psychological burden, looked a lot more relaxed, and his delicate face was more watery. Chen An looked at it with his hands behind his back, and had to admit that Song Qinghan was not in this circle with this face alone. Worry about not having fans.

It's just...if you want to ascend to the emperor, maybe this face will become an obstacle instead.

Song Qinghan didn't know the worries in Chen An's heart, so he packed his luggage carefully, and took an assistant newly assigned to him by the company to the filming set of "The Seventh Man".

Chen An had already contacted Han Yi again before, and now he had other matters at hand, so he didn't follow up.

Wang Hao, the assistant and driver assigned by the company to Song Qinghan, saw Song Qinghan holding the script and reading it as soon as he got in the car, and couldn't help saying: "Brother Han, the car is bumpy, reading the script is not good for the eyes."

Hearing this, Song Qinghan rubbed his fingers over the ink-smelling script: "Well, I'll just take a look."

Wang Hao wanted to say something more, but Song Qinghan had already closed the script, propped his chin and looked out of the car with a calm expression.

Wang Hao glanced at Song Qinghan through the rearview mirror, closed his mouth, and started driving seriously.

The set of "The Seventh Man" is located in a film and television city, which is a well-known film and television empire, and almost forty to fifty percent of the films in the country have been filmed there.

This time, Han Yi really paid for it. He not only rented the largest studio here, but also hired a well-known behind-the-scenes team at a high price. It looks like there is a no-success or success attitude.

When Song Qinghan arrived, he happened to meet Han Yi who was in a hurry to guide the field staff to move the props with a loudspeaker. Song Qinghan raised his eyes and saw that the props looked very realistic, and they should have been custom-made by Han Yi.

"Director Han." Song Qinghan walked over to greet Han Yi, with a faint smile on his face, looking cold and harmless.

When Han Yi saw Song Qinghan, he felt a little uncomfortable when he thought of Chen An's anger before, but Song Qinghan didn't seem to know, or pretended not to know, which meant that the matter was over.He also gave Chen An enough face. No matter how good Song Qinghan is, he is just a young artist who is not yet popular. It is enough for him to take care of him a little bit.

Thinking of this, Han Yi nodded with a serious expression, and when he saw his dusty appearance, he pointed in a direction and said, "That's where you live. Go there, and someone will show you the way."

Song Qinghan nodded, and took Wang Hao to the direction Han Yi pointed.

I don't know if it's because I spent all my money on movies, so it's hard to say where to arrange accommodation.

Song Qinghan was holding a bag of things in his hand, and Wang Hao, who was pulling a suitcase behind him, stood in front of a somewhat dilapidated guest house. The ground under his feet was still a little muddy due to the rain.

It's just that Song Qinghan has experienced even worse things in his previous life, let alone staying in a dilapidated guest house.He just took a look, and walked into the guest house as if nothing happened.

On the contrary, Wang Hao looked at his back in surprise.Song Qinghan doesn't look like a hard-working person, on the contrary, he looks like a noble and elegant son, even standing there quietly, it makes people feel that he is alienated and indifferent, overriding above all.

Wang Hao was temporarily assigned to Song Qinghan. He only knew that Song Qinghan had accepted such a play, but he hadn't understood the basic characters and plot of "The Seventh Man". Otherwise, he would probably be able to tell at a glance that Song Qinghan, It is simply the incarnation of Fang Yu in the book.

Wang Hao deeply reflected on the lesson passed down by his ancestors that people should not be judged by their appearance, and followed Song Qinghan's footsteps with their own suitcases.

Song Qinghan opened the door with the room card, and looked around the layout of the room.Fortunately, although the guest house looked a bit dilapidated, it was still clean and tidy inside, and there were quite a few things that should be there.

He found a place to put the things in his hands, and looked at the weather outside. The sun was shining brightly after the rain.

When Wang Hao came in, he saw such a picture.

The tall and slender young man stood in front of the balcony, his soft hair hanging down smoothly.The sun hit him, casting a shadow.I don't know if it's because the sunlight was too bright, so the aura that shone on him that made people thousands of miles away also dissipated a lot, making him appear extraordinarily quiet and gentle.

"Huh?" Song Qinghan heard the movement, looked back from the balcony, saw Wang Hao, and nodded towards him, "Just put it there, thank you for your hard work."

Wang Hao put down the suitcase in his hand, held the doorknob, and slowly closed the door.

Song Qinghan was used to tidying up by himself in his previous life, and he didn't rely too much on his assistant. He put away the clothes in the suitcase one by one, and put some miscellaneous things in order, and then went to the bathroom to take a shower with the toiletries.

Although this is the largest film and television city in the country, it is relatively remote. It took about six or seven hours to get here from Song Qinghan's dormitory. The long journey was not only mentally exhausting, but also physically exhausting.

Song Qinghan casually squeezed a few pumps of body wash, rubbed his body, and then slowly lowered his hands.

The bumps along the way were really uncomfortable, and Song Qinghan dressed more formally today in order to find the feeling of Fang Yu in the play, and the trousers were a little tight, so the fragile place was a little uncomfortable.

He stretched out his hands and washed it slowly and carefully, then rinsed off the foam on his body, and changed into a set of loose clothes.

His physique was born like this, and Song Qinghan had nothing to complain about.He is who he is, whether it is one more organ or one less, the fact that he is Song Qinghan will not change.