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

He glanced at Han Yi, picked up a glass of juice without any trace, lifted it up and clinked glasses with Han Yi.

Han Yi was taken aback for a moment, and changed to a glass of fruit juice, and took a sip with a smile.

Han Yi continued to chat with Chu Ming in a few sentences. Chu Ming occasionally responded, but most of the time he was silent. He held the wine glass with his slender fingers and rubbed it occasionally, looking stern and deep.

Song Qinghan sat quietly in his seat, occasionally took a sip of fruit juice, the dim light shone on him, and his whole body was bathed in the soft warm light, even his usually cold and distant eyebrows fainted a little , like a slowly unfolding landscape scroll, with distant mountains and lakes, an indescribable charm.

The beauty under the lamp, the view under the moon.

An Yiru is also a pure actress, with a lovely and pitiful aura on her body.When she's not talking and quiet, she looks extraordinarily weak, charming and lovable.When Chu Ming looked over, she pinched the skirt on her knees, lowered her eyes, her face was a little blushing, and with her specially modified makeup, she was extraordinarily beautiful and suitable, even a little seductive.

None of the people present were good people. Although An Yiru's move was a bit unsightly, the most indispensable thing in this circle was this kind of unworthy thing.Sometimes if you want to climb up, the first thing you have to give up is face and dignity.

An Yiru is indeed a person who can bend and stretch, and Chu Ming's hardware and software are all first-class, so there is no need for them to point it out directly, so as to embarrass each other.

It's just... Han Yi and the others took a look at Chu Ming's expression. This Mr. Chu seemed to be as unfeminine as the rumors said. .

Of course, it may also be because this Mr. Chu has seen too many beauties and is not interested in those in the entertainment industry.

Han Yi laughed and raised the juice in his hand to Wei Qian who was sitting beside him, breaking the awkward atmosphere.Wei Qian also raised his hand to toast him, and when he lowered his head, he unconsciously glanced at Song Qinghan.

Others may not know it, but as Chu Ming's assistant, he can guess that the big demon king will come to such a small party that is not necessary, and most likely he wants to meet this little artist.

I don't know what kind of ecstasy drug this little artist named Song Qinghan gave the Great Demon King of Chu, so that the Great Demon King lost his head.If it weren't for his increasingly sophisticated methods of negotiating business, with his years of experience in reading online novels, he would have suspected that the Great Demon King Chu had been pierced by someone's soul.

It's just that as far as he knows, except for the little artist's sister who saved the big devil before, they don't seem to have any intersection, right?

Wei Qian frowned, and drank the glass of juice in one gulp.

Sure enough, compared to those spicy white wines, the fruit juice is milder.

Song Qinghan was a little puzzled by Wei Qian's gaze, and saw An Yiru's suspicious and angry gaze in a blink of an eye, he couldn't help lowering his head, and took a sip of the juice in the wine glass.

He saw nothing.

Naturally, dinners are about eating.After they chatted for a while, the door of the box was opened, and a group of beauties dressed in cheongsams, with ancient flavors and charm, meandered over with wooden trays in their hands. The dishes were delicately arranged, delicious in color, flavor and taste, like flowing water. On the tabletop, the pure white porcelain plate exudes a lustrous luster under the light.

Everyone tacitly opened the bowls and chopsticks in front of them, and washed them with the tea brought up.

It wasn't until Chu Ming moved his chopsticks that all the people present stretched out their chopsticks one after another, as if they had been unsealed.

But in the end, it was because of Chu Ming's presence that no one talked nonsense while eating, and after a meal, he gradually became aware of the taste.

Song Qinghan spent the morning on the set until before he came here to make up shots and take promotional photos. After a whole day, his stomach already protested countless times.Now that the food was served, he seemed calm, but he was not slow at all.

Chu Ming had already eaten in the old house before coming here, so he only moved his chopsticks symbolically at this time, and looked up at Song Qinghan from time to time.

Seeing that Song Qinghan looked like he hadn't eaten for a long time, he frowned and took a sip of the white wine in front of him.

Chu Ming sat for a while longer, bowed his head and took a sip of the wine, the spicy taste bloomed on the tip of his tongue.He looked at Han Yi indifferently, and pushed his glasses: "The company still has something to do, so I'm sorry today."

Han Yi quickly put down the chopsticks in his hand, and said with a smile: "Mr. Chu, please do your work first."

Chu Ming pursed his lips and nodded towards him, then got up from his seat, and left with Wei Qian.

As soon as Chu Ming left, the atmosphere in the whole box seemed to come alive immediately, as if even the sound of breathing relaxed a bit.

An Yiru sat on her seat with a worried expression on her face, the porcelain bowl in front of her only had a little stain of vegetable soup.She pinched the chopsticks and couldn't help but asked Han Yi: "Director Han, Mr. Chu..."

Han Yi put the wine glass in his hand on the table covered with a layer of clear glass, and made a clear and soft sound: "How do I know Mr. Chu's thoughts."

An Yiru bit her lip, smiled, and said nothing.

"Okay, let's eat quickly." Han Yi picked up his chopsticks and got up to pick up a piece of stewed mushroom chicken. "This private dish is not easy to order. If you don't eat more, you will feel sorry for the owner of this restaurant."

Xie Yi'an responded with a smile on the side, picked up the chopsticks to pick up a dish, and several artists from Lang Fei also praised Han Yi gently, the atmosphere of the scene slowly became active.

When Chu Ming was around just now, although they wanted to show their faces, they didn't even look at them. Even if there were any tricks, they couldn't use them.

Han Yi was different, he was the chief director, he made him happy, adding a few more scenes would give him more chances to show his face in front of the audience.

Song Qinghan's temperament is a little indifferent, but he is not noble. He has been in the circle for so many years at this time, and he also knows that some places in this circle are not very clean in private.Although he won't touch it, he won't judge others easily.

He looked at Han Yi who was coaxed into laughter by Lang Fei, lowered his head and smiled, raised the wine glass in his hand, toasted Han Yi, and flattered Han Yi just right.

Han Yi raised his head and drank Song Qinghan's respected wine, he smiled brightly as if his bones were lightened by his flattery.

"Oh, when I chose you to play Fang Yu, I was afraid that you would not be good enough." Han Yi was a little drunk, with his tongue hanging out, "Now it seems that you have a bright future!"

Hearing this, Xie Yi'an's expression changed slightly, and then he quickly returned to his smiling face.

Is Song Qinghan just that good, so good that he would boast about it when he was drunk?

He raised his eyes and saw Song Qinghan smiled shyly, said modest words, and took a sip of the strong wine in the glass with a smile.

Fortunately, Han Yi wasn't too drunk. After complimenting Song Qinghan lightly, he turned around and praised Chen Jiaming's acting skills so much that Chen Jiaming had to toast again and again, so drunk that he was drunk.

After praising Chen Jiaming, Han Yi took a slow bite of the food, and then dragged Xie Yian to start rambling, repeating over and over again that he acted well, that he was the right choice, and the usual serious style of painting on the set was not at all. no the same.

Xie Yi'an listened to Han Yi's words with a smile, and responded modestly from time to time, and the slight unhappiness in his heart caused by Han Yi's praise of Song Qinghan before slowly dissipated.

No matter how good Song Qinghan's acting was, he was still a newcomer who had just entered the industry. It was inconvenient for him to make a move, but the person who wanted Song Qinghan to sink the most was still staring at Song Qinghan.

The ups and downs of a meal, the ups and downs of the mood are like a roller coaster.By the end of the show, Han Yi was already drunk and unconscious, and even Song Qinghan smelled of alcohol, his cheeks were burning red, and there was a layer of water vapor in his clear eyes, foggy, looking innocent And full of fatal allure.

The group of them walked out of the box with some unsteady steps. Chen Jiaming and Xie Yi'an helped the drunk Han Yi to the door of the restaurant.

The driver had already been waiting at the gate for a long time.Xie Yi'an and Chen Jiaming stuffed Han Yi into the car, Han Yi, who was so drunk, suddenly woke up, and said with his tongue: "I'll give you a few days off... I'll be back in three days."

As soon as he finished speaking, he fell limply on the back seat of the car. The driver nodded to them, stepped on the accelerator, and left slowly.

It's just that as soon as the driver left, the problem came out. The other two cars belonged to the crew. Now that Han Yi is gone, the two cars are gone. How do they go back?

Xie Yi'an was the least drunk and the most sober among the people present, and he was also the one with the bigger coffee. He glanced at Song Qinghan, called his manager, stood on the side of the road, and said with a smile: " Since the director gave us three days off, everyone should go back early and rest."

Chen Jiaming and another artist took a look at Song Qinghan and did the same.

The number of vehicles gradually decreased in the middle of the night, and the occasional taxis were also full of customers.

Until Xie Yi'an and Chen Jiaming's managers rushed over to pick them up, Song Qinghan and others failed to stop a taxi.

Lang Fei rubbed his arms, looked at Song Qinghan who was standing aside, his face was still blushing, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Brother Han, won't your manager come to pick you up?"

Song Qinghan shook his head and said nothing.

Lang Fei looked at him and wanted to take a few steps closer when the phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly.

He took out his mobile phone and looked at it, showing a bit of disgust, but quickly covered it up.

"Well... yes, dinner with the crew... the address is..." He glanced at Song Qinghan, walked aside and answered the phone.

Soon another car came over, Lang Fei talked to the people in the car, got in the car and left.

Song Qinghan stood on the side of the road and blew on the wind. The cool night wind hit his face, blowing away the strong smell of alcohol.

"Buzzing—" Song Qinghan's phone vibrated, and he picked it up to take a look.