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

"Om—" Song Qinghan's phone vibrated, and Chu Ming's reply jumped out.

Chu Ming: No.

Seeing this reply, although Song Qinghan felt a little ashamed, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Om-"

Chu Ming: I am pursuing you.

Song Qinghan: "..."

Before Song Qinghan had time to react, the phone vibrated again, and Chu Ming called.

Song Qinghan held the phone, looked at the flickering number on the screen, lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and swiped his finger: "Mr. Chu..."

"..." Chu Ming on the other end of the phone heard Song Qinghan's voice, glanced at the documents on the table, got up from the chair, walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, watched the flow of people and cars coming and going downstairs, and suddenly pursed his lips. He smiled, lowered his head and called out suddenly: "Qing...Song Qinghan."

Chu Ming's voice was very magnetic. It came out through the loudspeaker of the mobile phone, with a bit of a dielectric feeling, and it was extremely low: "I want to pursue you."

Song Qinghan held the phone a little away from his ears, lowered his head and thought for a while, and said slowly: "I'm sorry...I don't want to fall in love for the time being."

"Mr. Chu, I don't want to lie to you." Song Qinghan stood under the streetlight holding his mobile phone, the orange light shone on his body, revealing a warm feeling.He was wearing a peaked cap, and his jet-black hair was oppressed, hanging softly on his forehead, making him look a little less cold and indifferent, and more soft.

Chu Ming's identity is actually beyond the reach of many people.Needless to say the strength of the Chu Group, he himself is also an existence with astonishing skills, coupled with his appearance and innate temperament, the word "diamond king and old five" is not suitable for him.

It can be said that as long as he climbs up to Chu Ming, Song Qinghan will definitely go smoother and more smoothly than now, not to mention that no one dares to mess with him in the entertainment industry.It may take him ten years, 20 years, or even longer to achieve the goals and things that he can touch. Under Chu Ming's escort, they will all become faster and more convenient.

Song Qinghan is not a saint.It's not that he hasn't been tempted.He himself liked men, and it was rare for Chu Ming to meet him no matter what.

But accepting Chu Ming's pursuit because of interests, I always feel that... It has tarnished his original intention of entering this industry, and also tarnished Chu Ming's feelings.

He could tell that Chu Ming was serious.It was also like this when he and Ye Yi were just together.

But now when he thinks of Ye Yi, the only thing he feels is nausea.

Chu Ming on the other end of the phone has been silent for a long time, Song Qinghan was a little out of breath, but didn't know what to say, so he just stood upright under the streetlight holding the phone in a daze.

"Aren't you afraid that I will become angry and block you?" After a long time, Chu Ming spoke slowly, with a faint smile in his words.Standing in front of the French window, he stretched out his hand and pulled off his tie, revealing his sharp neck.

Song Qinghan was taken aback for a moment, and then said slowly: "If I say that I haven't thought about it...would you believe it?"

Probably subconsciously, he had a good impression of Chu Ming. Even when he refused, he never thought that Chu Ming would be the kind of person who would become angry and block others because of his "failed confession".

Chu Ming smiled lightly, then quickly put away his smile, and said slowly and seriously: "You just don't want to fall in love for the time being, right?"

Song Qinghan: "..."

"Ah."

"Then can you give me a chance?" Chu Ming said with a smile, "A chance to pursue you."

"...Okay." Unexpectedly, Song Qinghan slipped the word "no" to his lips, and it became a good word.

"En." Chu Ming is obviously not a talkative person. He heard Song Qinghan's answer, and his tone was filled with joy, and he said to Song Qinghan seriously, "If there is anything wrong with my behavior in the future, You can tell me directly."

"Okay." He agreed to the things that should not be promised, and Song Qinghan didn't hesitate to answer this matter.

"..." There was an embarrassing silence suddenly.

Chu Ming thought for a while: "Are you afraid of me?"

This question is really familiar.Song Qinghan thought about his choice of words, and then replied honestly: "Well...you look a little serious."

Chu Ming: "..."

"Then I will..."

"No need." Song Qinghan interrupted him, "You don't have to do this."

Song Qinghan: "Just be yourself."

Chu Ming was silent for a while, then hummed in a low, deep voice.

"I remember you said you were still working?" Song Qinghan's eyelashes trembled, "I won't bother you anymore."

Chu Ming: "...um."

"..." Attention to the fact that his body was stuck in his throat, Song Qinghan still politely and distantly replied, "Goodbye, Mr. Chu."

"Di—" There was a hang-up sound from the other end of the phone. Chu Ming put down the phone, then picked it up again, opened the browser, and entered a line of Chinese characters.

"How to Succeed in a Boyfriend"

There were various answers below, Chu Ming picked through a few, and slowly compared Song Qinghan's situation.

send flowers?A bit out of place.

Jewelry?Song Qinghan definitely wouldn't want it.

It's not easy to find a boyfriend now.

President Chu gave a rare sigh, put away his mobile phone, returned to his desk, picked up a pen and began to review the documents seriously.

When Song Qinghan hung up the phone, he still had an unreal feeling. Standing by the side of the road, his mind was suddenly filled with the voice of Chu Ming seriously and lowly saying that he wanted to pursue him, and suddenly he saw Chu Ming after opening the door A figure entangled with other women on the bed.

He covered his head and frowned.

"Om—" The phone that had just stopped vibrating restlessly again, Song Qinghan freed up one hand to pick it up, and Chu Ming's serious and serious voice came from the other side: "I forgot to say, you Have a good rest, good night."

Before Song Qinghan could react, Chu Ming had already hung up.

Song Qinghan slowly put down the phone, lifted his lips and smiled, his mind, which seemed to be fighting just now, calmed down, and the calmness was somewhat empty.

He raised his head and looked at the sky that had turned dark blue. A shallow round of crescent moon was inlaid on this vast and deep curtain, which looked distant and peaceful.

When he died in the previous life, the sky seemed to be so beautiful.When the tongues of fire licked away his eyes, the red and darkness covered such a beautiful dark blue.

It's just that the feeling is too painful, the flesh is constantly being eaten by the fire, and the smell of gasoline is too pungent.

Song Qinghan took a long breath and pulled Piaoyuan's thoughts back.He pressed the hat on his head to cover his red eyes, and walked back to the guest house against the crowd.

"Brother Han!" Wang Hao, who was waiting in front of the guest house, hurried up to meet Song Qinghan when he saw Song Qinghan, looked Song Qinghan up and down, and then he was relieved after confirming that there was nothing wrong with him, "Brother Han, why didn't you go out with me?" Say!"

"Just go out for a walk." Song Qinghan said lightly.Seeing the complaint in Wang Hao's eyes, he smiled, "It won't happen next time."

Wang Hao opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, so he said, "Director Han said that tonight's work is about to start, brother Han, please prepare."

"Yeah." Song Qinghan nodded and walked towards his room.Then he didn't know what he thought of, and he turned his head and asked, "What kind of fan sent that little cloth bag today?"

Wang Hao was stunned when he saw Song Qinghan turn his head back, who knew that what Song Qinghan wanted to ask was such an inconspicuous matter.He recalled a moment and said, "It's a tall, thin man with glasses and a suit, probably in his 30s."

"Oh." Song Qinghan responded, probably knowing who this person is. "Thanks."

It should be Wei Qian.

Let an assistant to the president with a high salary come to deliver the meal... Mr. Chu Da also has an idea.

Song Qinghan went back to his room and took a quick shower, then put on his normal clothes, and rushed to the set.

It was only 09:30 when Song Qinghan arrived on the set, half an hour before the time set by Han Yi.There were not many people on the set, and most of them were the field managers who came to set up the scene in advance and the group performers who waited outside for the opportunity.

Chen Jiaming, Xie Yian and the others have not come yet.It's just that they have the capital and the strength.

Song Qinghan walked over and said hello to Han Yi who was already here. Han Yi was debugging the machine at the time and had no time to pay attention to him. After answering, he continued to look down at the monitor.

Song Qinghan didn't bother him anymore, and after helping a few field attendants who were carrying things, he took Wang Hao to the dressing room to get ready.

The one who put on makeup for him was still the busy makeup artist from before. When she saw Song Qinghan coming, she dragged Song Qinghan into a chair, put out a lot of cosmetics, and said excitedly: "I'll go back and study After a while, your makeup was not perfect before, let's try it now."

"Okay, thank you, Sister Yun." Song Qinghan is not very proficient in this area, so he is willing to follow the opinions of professionals.

Lin Yun applied a little liquid foundation on Song Qinghan's ears, and after making sure that there was no allergic reaction, he greeted Song Qinghan's face.

The fluffy brush was constantly sweeping across the face, Song Qinghan's eyelashes couldn't help trembling slightly.

Lin Yun brushed away the last bit of uncoordinated liquid foundation, looked down at Song Qinghan's face, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Song Qinghan's facial features are indeed exquisite. When he opens his eyes, it makes people feel that he is unparalleled in Qinghua, and when he closes his eyes, he looks quiet and soft.

Lin Yun thought about the idea in his mind, reached out to pick up an eyebrow pencil, and added a few strokes on Song Qinghan's eyebrows. The originally flying eyebrows were portrayed a little deeper. Be a little bit harsher.