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

Lin Yun wiped off the last bit of residual makeup on Song Qinghan's face, then tore off a bag of mask, and wetly applied it on Song Qinghan: "I heard that today the film crew will have dinner with investors, this kind of dinner... you Be smart."

Her tone was light and fast, and she finished speaking quickly in Song Qinghan's ear while she lowered her head to apply a mask, then straightened up, and wiped the essence on her hands with a tissue.

Song Qinghan had a mask on his face, so he couldn't speak, so he responded vaguely: "Well... Thank you, sister Yun."

Lin Yun paused for a moment, then lowered his head and smiled: "If you really want to thank me, when you become angry in the future, don't forget to give you and me a bite of food, Sister Yun."

Song Qinghan opened his eyes, glanced at Lin Yun quietly, then his brows and eyes were bent, and a little ripple appeared in his clear eyes.The cold white incandescent light projected into his eyes, reflecting a dazzling light: "Of course I will not forget Sister Yun."

Lin Yun and him looked at each other, turned their heads to the side, and smiled.

As expected, she was not mistaken, Song Qinghan was indeed on the right track.

The mask can't be left on for too long, Lin Yun sat and watched the time, and after 15 minutes passed, she took off the mask on Song Qinghan's face.

Song Qinghan stood up and washed his face, tiny drops of water slid down his porcelain-white skin, flowed through his gracefully curved jaw and slender but not delicate neck, and shattered on his collar, outlining a Thought-provoking traces.

Even if Lin Yun had seen too many beauties, he couldn't help being dazzled, and looked away uncomfortably, picked up the bag on the table and walked out the door: "I'll go first, you should be careful."

Song Qinghan nodded and watched Lin Yun leave the dressing room, and walked in another direction.

Han Yi also changed out of the avant-garde style director's uniform he had been wearing all the time, and put on a rare formal casual suit, standing at the door with his collar pulled.

Song Qinghan walked over and called out to the director with a smile.

When Han Yi saw Song Qinghan coming, he put down his hand, looked Song Qinghan up and down, and praised Song Qinghan, "Very energetic."

Song Qinghan pursed his lips and smiled, looking a little shy. How is there any similarity with the indifferent and arrogant young master in the play?

Enter the play quickly, and leave the play quickly.At this time, Han Yi admired Song Qinghan a little bit.If he had appeared earlier, his current achievements would be far more than this.

I don't know what those directors thought before, didn't they discover Song Qinghan's acting skills?

It's just that Han Yi himself understands in his heart that an artist without a backstage, even if he has a bit of aura, is nothing. In this circle, capital still dominates.

In all fairness, if Song Qinghan wasn't Chen An's entertainer, and Xinghai didn't come forward to hint, he probably wouldn't have chosen Song Qinghan to play Fang Yu at all.

After all, the entertainment circle looks prosperous and dreamy, but there are still so many things inside.

Song Qinghan looked a little awkward, lowered his eyes and smiled, moved his body slightly, avoiding Han Yi's gaze.

Han Yi came back from his own thoughts, turned his head without any abnormality on his face, and said like a family chatter: "You have been in a good state recently, but a little bit," Han Yi pondered for a while, "When you played against Chen Jiaming, you used too much force."

"It's not a good habit to be the first in everything." Han Yi said earnestly, "It's true to try hard to interpret the role, but the more important thing is to integrate into this role."

Song Qinghan's pupils shrank slightly, he lowered his head and thought for a while.When he raised his head, his eyes flickered: "...Thank you director for your guidance."

Han Yi shook his head: "It's not counting as a pointer, even if I don't tell you, you can find out by yourself."

He raised it out of selfishness, wanting to present the movie more perfectly, and Song Qinghan's thanks are not worthy of it.

Song Qinghan smiled, but kept Han Yi's favor in his heart.Thinking about it carefully, he was indeed focusing on acting as "Fang Yu" before, and he seemed to be alive and alive, but in the eyes of an experienced and experienced director like Han Yi, there were some traces of his performance. Obvious.Although the characteristics of the characters are shown more prominently, from the perspective of the whole picture, they are subtle and abrupt.

The audience couldn't see this abruptness, but Song Qinghan couldn't pass the test in his heart.

Still a little... eager for quick success.

Although he knew that he needed to take a step-by-step approach, he still couldn't let go of what happened before.As long as he is still unknown, as long as he is still unknown, will Ye Yi and Liu Fei repeat their tricks and ruin his reputation again?

Although he knew that this possibility was very small, he still felt like a thorn in his throat.

Song Qinghan sighed from the bottom of his heart, with a faint smile on his face, he followed Han Yi's words without saying a word, and waited for a while, before seeing Chen Jiaming and Xie Yi'an hurried over.

Chen Jiaming changed out of his police uniform and put on a well-fitting shirt and trousers. He looked less rigid, but more friendly.Xie Yi'an was wearing a white t-shirt with a pair of linen trousers. His refreshing appearance didn't look like a star in the entertainment industry, but like a college student, handsome and pure.An Yiru was wearing an off-the-shoulder white dress that reached above her knees, and the tight tailoring outlined her beautiful curves.If you look closely, you can still see the delicate makeup on her face.

In contrast, Song Qinghan dressed a bit casually, and his hair let it hang down, falling softly in front of his forehead. Except for his conspicuous figure and that delicate face that seemed to have its own lighting, he and There is no difference between the passers-by who walk around casually outside.

A few more people came one after another. Except for two artists who had more roles in the group, the rest were a few assistant directors and producers, etc. A group of people walked out of the set in a mighty manner.

The driver had already driven the car to the gate of the studio very spiritually.Han Yi, Chen Jiaming, and Xie Yi'an shared a car, An Yiru shared a car with several assistant directors and producers, and Song Qinghan shared a car with the remaining two artists.

"Brother Han." One of the handsome-looking entertainers greeted Song Qinghan with a warm and generous smile on his face, making it hard for anyone to feel bad.

"Lang Fei." Song Qinghan smiled at him with a soft expression.

The artist sitting next to Lang Fei obviously had a temper, snorted softly, ignored Song Qinghan and Lang Fei, leaned directly on the back seat of the car, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Lang Fei smiled at Song Qinghan apologetically, retreated into the back seat of the car, and leaned into the artist's ear, whispering what he was talking about.

Song Qinghan was already used to this kind of treatment, and he didn't take him seriously, watching the ever-changing night scene in front of him with a smile on his face.

The place Han Yi booked is a private restaurant. Although it looks a bit ordinary on the outside, ordinary people come to eat, and they can't eat without an appointment.

The driver parked the car in the underground parking lot, and Han Yi and the others were already waiting for them at the elevator entrance.

Song Qinghan, Lang Fei and the artist walked over quickly, and heard Han Yi mumbling there: "Hey! Why is the big boss here this time?"

He seemed a little strange, but also pleasantly surprised. He saw Song Qinghan and the three of them walking over, put the mobile phone in his pocket, and called everyone to go to the elevator.

It wasn't until the seventh floor that the elevator stopped.

The entire seventh floor was quiet, only the slight sound of doors closing when the waiters entered and exited the boxes.

"Mr. Han?" It seems that Han Yi should come here often. A waiter wearing a cheongsam recognized Han Yi and led them directly to a box. "Several gentlemen have already come."

Han Yi nodded, opened the door and walked in.

Song Qinghan was almost the last one to go in. At first glance...he saw Chu Ming sitting on the main seat.

Chu Ming, who was drinking tea with his head bowed just now, seemed to have sensed Song Qinghan's gaze. He raised his head gently, his gaze slowly passed through the crowd, and fell on Song Qinghan.

Song Qinghan moved his eyelashes, and saw that Chu Ming seemed to be smiling, and then looked away.

"Mr. Chu!" Han Yi raised a big smile on his face, walked over to shake hands with Chu Ming, and then called everyone to sit down beside him.

Coincidentally, Song Qinghan was sitting opposite to Chu Ming. As long as he raised his eyes, Chu Ming's face would be seen.

Unlike when he was alone with Song Qinghan, Chu Ming on the business table looked a little cold, and when he said nothing, he showed his power.

Is this the way he is most used to?

Song Qinghan lowered his eyes and thought for a while, and had to admit that such a business emperor had previously stated that he wanted to pursue him, and if he said it, he would be sprayed with a daydream.

He picked up the juice on the table and took a sip, just in time to meet Wei Qian's two fiery gazes.

Song Qinghan: "..."

He lowered his head and took another sip pretending he didn't see anything, his expression normal.

Han Yi racked his brains to think about the topic, looked at the master on the main seat, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Could it be that the potential of his movie is so great that it has alarmed the people in charge of the Chu Group?

Chu Ming listened to Han Yi's words indifferently, and then nodded: "Funds are not a problem, just shoot well."

Listen, it can be said that he is very rich and powerful!

The smile on Han Yi's face became more and more sincere, and he stood up as if booing and toasted Chu Ming with a glass of white wine.

The director got up, and the others naturally couldn't sit still.

Song Qinghan also stood up and drank a glass of baijiu, the burning sensation rushed up his throat, forcing his cheeks to burn red.

Chu Ming glanced at Song Qinghan indiscriminately, and frowned when he saw that he drank all the liquor without hesitation.