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

The makeup artist smiled, put away the last few makeup brushes, greeted Song Qinghan, and hurriedly left with a small bag on her back.

What step can people go, what does it have to do with her?She is just a makeup artist.

After the makeup artist left, Song Qinghan also checked to see if he had left anything behind. When he left, he happened to meet Wang Hao who was waiting outside the dressing room.

Wang Hao held a small cloth bag in his hand, and wrapped the contents squarely and tightly.Seeing Song Qinghan coming out of the dressing room after changing his clothes, he smiled at Song Qinghan and called out in a low voice: "Brother Han."

Song Qinghan nodded to him, and his eyes shifted to the small cloth bag in his hand.

Wang Hao noticed his gaze, changed the hand to hold the small cloth bag, and said with a smile: "This is a gift from a fan to Brother Han."

Most artists actually don’t know how to eat food sent by fans, Wang Hao still thought about sending this food to be disposed of later, but Song Qinghan stretched out a hand to him: "Give me... see .”

Wang Hao was stunned for a moment, and while passing the small cloth bag in his hand, he said, "Brother Han, maybe it's inside..."

The fans' hearts are sincere and warm.But apart from fans, there are also some malignant tumors. In the name of fans, they give artists some food mixed with "unidentified objects".Therefore, in order to avoid such accidents, many managers will tell their artists and artist assistants not to eat things given by fans.

It hurts a bit, but it's really necessary.

"It's okay." Song Qinghan pursed his lips and smiled lightly, took the small cloth bag and hugged it in his arms, "I'll just take a look."

Song Qinghan didn't open the small cloth bag directly, but lifted the corner to look, and inside was a dark blue insulated lunch box, with a little heat coming out.

Wang Hao wanted to reach out to take it, but Song Qinghan didn't seem to want to return the small cloth bag to him, so he couldn't help persuading him again: "Brother Han..."

"It's okay." Song Qinghan shook his head, "Let's go."

Wang Hao opened his mouth, and the rest of the words were choked in his throat. Seeing that Song Qinghan had already walked forward, he rubbed his face and followed.

Song Qinghan returned to the room of the guest house, put the small cloth bag directly on the table, then took a pajamas, and went directly to take a shower.

Although there is air conditioning in the studio all the time, but because it is relatively closed and there are many people, it is still relatively stuffy.And Fang Yu, played by Song Qinghan, is an exquisite and noble young man who does not lose any of the three-piece suits on his body. Even though Song Qinghan is a person who doesn't sweat very much, he is covered in sticky sweat immediately after wearing it.

When Song Qinghan came out after washing, there were two more messages on the phone next to the small cloth bag.

He took a look at it, then took a photo of the small cloth bag and sent it.

"Buzz—" Chu Ming's cell phone on the table vibrated slightly, and a message popped out.

Osamu: [Image] Is this it?

Chu Ming lowered his eyes and smiled, and replied: "Yes."

Song Qinghan stared at this "um" for a moment, then put away the phone, opened the small cloth bag, revealing the full size of the lunch box inside.

The dark blue lunch box was upright, looking calm and serious, almost like its owner.

In his mind, Chu Ming's face was accidentally replaced by a lunch box, Song Qinghan lowered his head and coughed lightly, and opened the lid expressionlessly.

Unexpectedly, the food in the lunch box is not something extravagant and rare, but a home-cooked dish that looks very appetizing. It looks like a deliberately light spicy diced chicken poured on it On the top of the rice, the reddish soup dipped into the rice grains, exuding a tempting aroma.

Song Qinghan picked up the chopsticks and found a fried egg buried under the rice. The round egg yolk still had a bit of luster, and after poking it, the semi-solidified egg liquid was revealed.

Song Qinghan lowered his head and took a sip, the hot and sour taste exploded in his mouth, whetting his appetite.

In fact, these meals are actually not as delicious as Song Qinghan's own cooking, but it can be seen that they are not made casually, and they don't have the usual taste in hotels. Instead, it seems that someone really made them for him Like a home cooked meal.

Song Qinghan ate slowly, washed the lunch box after eating, and then wrapped it with the little floral fabric.This piece of fabric is real...it's very special. When Chu Ming came, he didn't seem to have an assistant with him, and he didn't know how he walked in with such a special small cloth bag without changing his face.

However, it is more likely that the assistant should send it over.

He put the lunch box away carefully, then picked up the mobile phone he had deliberately ignored just now, opened it, and there was another message from Chu Ming.

Chu Ming: Eat well.

These words come and go.Song Qinghan pursed his lips, feeling a little helpless suddenly.

Chu Ming's behavior now...is just like when he was with Ye Yi.

But if Chu Ming is really interested in him, then with Chu Ming's ability, he doesn't need to be so... so kind to him.If Chu Ming just cares about others, then he is really... very patient.

Chu Ming didn't make it clear, and Song Qinghan couldn't directly ask Mr. Chu if you are interested in me. That would seem too narcissistic and shameful.

But just accepting Chu Ming's "goodwill" like this, he always felt a little uneasy.

In this way, I feel that there is no difference between myself and Ye Yi.

Song Qinghan sighed, leaned softly on the sofa, put his right hand on his forehead, closed his eyes, his long and thick eyelashes cast a shadow like a crow's feather on the fundus of his eyes.

Chu Ming's identity meant that he was different from ordinary people. Not only was he the leader of the Chu Group, he also directly controlled Xinghai, making him the big boss of Song Qinghan.Song Qinghan didn't dare not not reply to the messages he sent, but every time he replied, he felt...very tangled.

Chu Ming helped him a lot. No matter what the reason was, Chu Ming's help to him was indelible.It was the combination of these reasons that made Song Qinghan even more helpless.

Why do you feel like a boiled frog? !

Song Qinghan turned over and got up from the sofa, washed his face with cold water in the bathroom, threw those messy thoughts deep into his mind, threw himself on the bed, closed his eyes, and didn't think about anything.

The heavy curtains blocked the hot sunlight, Song Qinghan lay down for a while, his body's tiredness welled up, and he slowly fell asleep.

When Song Qinghan woke up, it was already five or six o'clock in the evening. He lay quietly on the bed with his eyes open for a while, then slowly turned over from the bed, went to the bathroom to wash up, changed his clothes and took He picked up his phone and went out the door.

The filming started at eight o'clock in the evening. Song Qinghan checked the time and decided to go out for a walk.

Without disturbing Wang Hao, Song Qinghan put on a peaked cap for himself, pressed it down, and disguised himself a little, so that he looked like a tourist.

This film and television city is very large and prosperous, carrying the dreams of many people.Here, there are handsome men and beautiful women who come and go, never stop.They run between the various studios, and they only need a wave from the field manager, and they will cheer up and surround them. What they want is just a role that can appear on camera.

Song Qinghan lived a life like this for eight years in his last life, together with these group performers who looked similar but not the same, they were running around endlessly for a tiny opportunity.

Song Qinghan walked slowly by himself, and saw many young people with unlimited expectations on their faces. They were full of vitality, their words were free and easy, and their expressions were indescribably bright.

Some people also looked at Song Qinghan curiously, as if wondering why he was walking alone on the road, as if he had no goal.

Song Qinghan smiled at them, they blushed again in embarrassment, and quickly looked away.

This feeling... is not bad.

Song Qinghan took a deep breath, took out his mobile phone, took a picture of the dark blue sky, and sent it to Chu Ming:

Xiaohan: Mr. Chu, are you there?

Osamu: The sky is beautiful tonight.

Chu Ming was reviewing documents in the office. Wei Qian walked in lightly with a pile of reports in his arms. Just in time, he saw the Great Demon King of Chu put down the pen in his hand, picked up the phone with a strange expression, and showed an unfathomable smile !

Did someone mess with this devil again?

Wei Qian couldn't restrain the desire to gossip in his heart, and walked over solemnly holding the report.

Hearing the voice, Chu Ming glanced at him lightly. Wei Qian's feet softened, and he almost couldn't hold back the expression on his face: "Mr. Chu, this is the report compiled by the Finance Department today."

"Put it there." Chu Ming nodded.

Wei Qian: "..." All right.

Reluctantly, he glanced at the mobile phone in Chu Ming's hand, then retreated out neatly, and closed the door softly.

Chu Ming read the two messages sent by Song Qinghan back and forth several times, and suddenly he didn't know what to reply.

He thought for a while, and took a photo of the stacked documents——

Chu Ming: At work.

Song Qinghan just put down the phone and picked it up again. Seeing Chu Ming's reply, he couldn't help laughing.

Why is it like reporting your whereabouts?

I don't know whether it was the charming weather that made Song Qinghan dizzy, or Chu Ming's attitude was too weird, Song Qinghan replied a message almost without hesitation.

Xiaohan: Mr. Chu, are you flirting with me?