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

Chen An glanced at Chu Ming briefly, and seeing that he still hadn't expressed any opinion, he put down the teacup in his hand, then sat up straight with a serious expression on his face: "Before you say this, you have to tell me clearly that you Are you really not taking drugs?"

Before Song Qinghan could answer, another deep and magnetic voice answered before him: "No."

Both Song Qinghan and Chen An were stunned, and Qiqi turned to look at Chu Ming.

Chu Ming took a sip of the tea in the cup lightly with a stern expression, then directly held the cup in his hand, lowered his eyes and said: "I checked, those photos are composite."

He glanced at Song Qinghan, with a smile on his lips: "Some of the materials are actually photos from a movie Qinghan made before."

Song Qinghan was really surprised this time. In these few photos, there were indeed scenes from a small movie he had made before, but after the shooting of this small movie, due to various reasons, it was not released. There was no recording, and in the end it was just a miscarriage of investment. Except for him, most of the actors who participated in the show have retired, and even the director has washed his hands and returned to life.

It can be said that apart from Song Qinghan, there should be no more than five fingers in this circle who know of the existence of this small movie.

It's just that he thought of Chu Ming's identity, so he wasn't surprised why Chu Ming was so aware of this matter.

It's just that few people know about that little movie, but it's not true that no one knows about it. As long as Chu Ming wants to, he can indeed find out.

"Movie stills?" Chen An straightened up with a look of surprise on his face, "Why didn't I know this?"

Speaking of this, Chen An seemed to suddenly think of something, took out his mobile phone and looked, only to find that there were several missed calls from Song Qinghan.

Song Qinghan smiled: "It was all filmed when I was in college, but it was not released due to policy reasons, and the director also retired, so no one knows about it."

"If it's a movie still, it's easy to handle." Chen An clapped his hands, with a look of excitement on his face, "I originally wanted you to test it, and then post the results on Weibo Just to clarify, now that we know that these photos are synthetic and we have found the source, then we will make a big deal.”

The person operating behind the scenes clearly wanted Song Qinghan to be unable to stand up forever, but if Song Qinghan had gone through such a deliberate frame-up, not only would he not be suppressed, but his popularity would rise to a higher level, would that person be impatient? Did the dog jump over the wall in a hurry?

Chen An is not a soft-hearted person. On the contrary, he was able to achieve his current fame and connections in the entertainment industry because of his vigorous methods and smooth temperament.

Chen An usually doesn't care too much about others, but when it comes to his own artists, he always cares about everything.This time, that person wanted to bring down Song Qinghan, so naturally he slapped Chen An in the face.

And... It's probably not an accident that he met Chu Ming here today.

Chen An reached out to pick up the cup on the table and took a sip of tea to suppress his anger, and then said to Song Qinghan: "I'm afraid it's too late today, you can post a Weibo now, explain it to your fans first, and we will start clarifying it tomorrow." .”

Chen An didn't say anything.The more severely Song Qinghan is scolded now, the more sympathy and love he will receive when he clarifies tomorrow.

People look at faces.And Song Qinghan's face is obviously very good at punching.The fans who misunderstood and abused him because of the rumor of drug use today will understand how hurtful their behavior is after the clarification is made public the next day, and they will also feel guilty towards Song Qinghan.

And for fans who firmly believe in Song Qinghan, the more their idols are scolded, the stronger their feeling of carrying forward with a burden-such people will often end up becoming diehard fans of this artist.

For this set of fan circle routines, Chen An has long been familiar with it.It's just that it's better to know this kind of thing after all.

He looked at Song Qinghan, who had a delicate appearance and a cool demeanor, and silently lowered his head while drinking tea.drink tea.

In front of Chen An, Song Qinghan took out his mobile phone and clicked on his Weibo account, wrote a few words, and then gave Chen An a look.

"Send it."

@actor Song Qinghan: I have a clear conscience.

@常小威 is also painting well today: Come on, I believe in you [picture]

@祭酒: Come on Hanhan!We are here! [comparison]

@感恩里流的感觉: Hanhan, I believe in you!With a clear conscience, the future can be expected [Bixin][Bixin][Bixin]

……

Among the comments pouring in to ridicule him, curse him, and accuse him, these few comments stand there.

Rao is that Song Qinghan knew that he was framed, and after Chen An's operations, he would soon be able to wash away the notoriety that did not belong to him, but when he saw these few persistent comments, his heart softened soft.

They may not know that this is a frame. In the eyes of others, he is probably a drug addict, but they still believe in themselves...even if they are scolded as idiots.

Song Qinghan gave them a like, and then replied with a thank you.

Chen An knew what his comments on Weibo looked like just by looking at his expression. He stood up and patted Song Qinghan on the shoulder, suddenly felt a chill behind him, and withdrew his hand: "Everything will be fine."

Song Qinghan smiled and nodded.

Mr. Chu, who sat on the side and was ignored for a long time, put down the teacup in his hand expressionlessly, and the air pressure on his body was a little low.

Wei Qian watched in horror, afraid that his bonus for this month would really be wiped out with the moodiness of the Chu Demon King.

Song Qinghan heard the soft sound of the teacup hitting the glass table, raised his head to look at Chu Ming, but only saw Chu Ming's cold and sharp side face.

Chen An turned around with a smile on his face, and said to Chu Ming apologetically, "Mr. Chu, I... have to check where there is a backup of that little movie, so I won't keep it here."

Chu Ming pushed the teacup and nodded to him with a cold face.

Feeling like a big light bulb, Wei Qian fidgeted instantly.

After thinking about it, he rushed out of the door quickly with the excuse that he still had work, and returned to the car with a sigh.

He really didn't have the kind of life to listen to the boss's gossip!

As soon as Wei Qian left, only Song Qinghan and Chu Ming were left in the room.

Song Qinghan sat on the sofa for a while, saw that Chu Ming stretched out his hand as if he wanted to pick up the empty teacup and continue to drink, so he couldn't help standing up, and took the cup: "Mr. Chu, I'll pour you another cup."

Chu Ming withdrew his hand uncomfortably, and a tinge of red tinged around his ears: "Cough, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Song Qinghan shook his head, got up and went to the kitchen to pour him a cup, and brought the teapot along with him.

Chu Ming rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, drinking tea with a grim expression on his face.

Song Qinghan sat on the sofa with his head down. The soft fabric sofa almost buried his whole body in it. He looked small, but he felt a little less alienated.

"Mr. Chu... Thank you." Song Qinghan said silently.

He was not a fool, so he knew that it was definitely not a coincidence that Chu Ming and Chen An came here together.Not long after he signed under Chen An, he had the lowest reputation and the greatest risk. If he didn't consider other things, Chen An might give him a treat, but it was only a treat.

For example, this time, he may also be able to wash away his bad reputation, but Chen An's actions may not be as fast as now.And his role in the crew of "The Seventh Man" may not be guaranteed.

Chu Ming smiled lightly, and then asked, "Can you cook me a meal?"

Song Qinghan was taken aback.

The blush around Chu Ming's ears deepened, but his expression remained ruthless: "You can cook whatever you want."

"If you don't want to...you don't have to do it."

Speaking of this sentence, Chu Ming's voice obviously lowered, and he sounded a little wronged.

Song Qinghan lowered his head and thought for a while, then smiled slightly, and those clear star-like eyes instantly burst into an extremely beautiful light: "Okay."

Chu Ming was caught by his smile. He didn't know what he remembered, his expression darkened, and then he smiled softly.

Song Qinghan sighed in his heart, and stood up with a smile: "You wait for me here, and I will cook."

Chu Ming nodded.

Looking at his cute movements, Song Qinghan always felt that he was very similar to the big dog he had seen before.

Song Qinghan: "..." I was thinking about something.

He lowered his eyes with some guilty conscience, his thin and slender eyelashes fluttering, attracting extra attention: "You sit here for a while, and I will cook."

After speaking, he stood up and refilled a cup of tea for Chu Ming before opening the refrigerator door.

Chu Ming sipped his tea without taking a sip, while sending Wei Qian a message.

Great Demon King of Chu: We had dinner at Qing Han's house, and the meeting was postponed.

Wei Qian: "..." Come on.

Wei Qian: Received.

Chu Ming glanced at the message, then turned off the phone.

He sat quietly on the sofa, and glanced at Song Qinghan who was busy in the kitchen from time to time. There seemed to be a little more fireworks in the somewhat deserted dormitory.

Song Qinghan was cutting vegetables in the kitchen, and after slapping a few heads of garlic, he wondered if Chu Ming had any taboos or things he didn't like to eat.He poked his head out: "Mr. Chu, is there anything you don't like?"

Chu Ming shook his head: "I don't choose."

Song Qinghan was relieved.

There is nothing better in the refrigerator, so Song Qinghan cooks home-cooked dishes, a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, a plate of shredded pork and eggplant braised in oil, a plate of shredded potatoes with vinegar, and a dish of chicken stewed with mushrooms, deep-fried Fragrant pork ribs, and finally a dish of garlic mixed with green vegetables dripped with sesame oil to relieve the greasiness.

When Song Qinghan was cooking, Chu Ming stood outside and watched. Seeing Song Qinghan coming out of the kitchen with a plate, he rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen with a serious expression to pick up a plate of fried eggplant. Bring it to the table.

Song Qinghan also let him go, brought out a pot of freshly cooked rice, set the bowls and chopsticks, and asked Chu Ming to sit down to eat.

Chu Ming sat upright on the chair, his slender fingers seemed to be methodically stroking his cuffs, but there were a few stiff creases on the well-cut and neatly ironed cuffs.

When he saw Song Qinghan approaching, he paused and put his hand down.

Song Qinghan pretended not to see his previous actions, put the rice on the dining table, reached out and picked up a bowl, filled it for Chu Ming, and passed it over, and then slowly poured a bowl for himself.

The two of them sat facing each other, neither of them spoke, they just ate there in tacit understanding, looking a little alienated, but strangely, there was no embarrassment at all.

After the meal, Chu Ming straightened up and sat on the chair, holding the teacup Song Qinghan handed over to him with both hands, drinking it one after another, raising his head from time to time, looking at Song Qinghan eagerly.

Song Qinghan was washing the dishes in the kitchen, and when he turned his head, he met Chu Ming's eyes.

When Chu Ming saw him looking over, his heart tightened slightly, and he pursed his lips.

Song Qinghan sighed, turned around, and continued to wash the dishes with his head down.

Chu Ming's expression remained unchanged, but his hand holding the teacup was slowly put down.

Or... can't it?

Song Qinghan wiped off the water stains on the plates and bowls, put them into the disinfection cabinet, and when he came out, he saw Chu Ming sitting on the chair with a serious expression on his face, as if he What he wanted was not a cup of tea brewed from cheap tea, but a stack of business contracts involving the flow of hundreds of millions of funds, let him strictly abide by it.

Song Qinghan didn't bother him either, and sat on the nearby single sofa, picked up the script that was placed on the coffee table, looked at it for a while, and then closed it again.

It's not that he doesn't want to continue looking, but that Chu Ming's eyes... are too penetrating.Song Qinghan put down the script in his hand, then turned his head and looked at Chu Ming calmly.

Chu Ming looks good, Song Qinghan knows it.But when Chu Ming sat there quietly by himself, with a serious and stern expression, the explosive momentum was clearly revealed in front of him.

It was the aura of a person who has been in a high position all the year round, self-respecting and conceited, so confident that... it was irresistible.

And now this mighty man was blinking his eyes at him, and there seemed to be a bit of grievance on his stern face.

Song Qinghan: "..."

Was his view of Chu Ming in his previous life a little biased and narrow-minded?

Song Qinghan shook his head, picked up an apple from the table, peeled it neatly and cut it into pieces, and brought it to Chu Ming: "Here, after-dinner fruit."

Chu Ming inserted a piece with a stick, then looked at Song Qinghan, and pushed the plate in front of him: "You eat too."

Song Qinghan was not hypocritical, sat down on another chair, picked up another skewer and started eating.

No matter how many apples there are, they will eat them up in less than a while.

After the meal was eaten and the fruit was cut, Chu Ming bid farewell to Song Qinghan with some regrets. When he left, he looked vaguely aggrieved, which made Song Qinghan feel that he was a god. The cruelest man out there.

It's nothing.Song Qinghan couldn't help but touch his forehead.

"Ding--"

Chu Ming: Qinghan, I went back qaq.

Chu Ming: Qinghan, your cooking is delicious (///3///).

Chu Ming: Pay attention to your body q3q.

Song Qinghan stared at the facial expressions at the end of the three messages with a serious expression: "..."

Chu Ming... Was this taken away?

Chu Ming sat in the car with a calm face, looked at the three sent messages, and swipe the screen a few times to find a software that looks like a sticky note. After opening it, he glanced at it several times.

...that should be the case.Chu Ming calmly turned the phone's screen to black.

After Chu Ming left, the whole dormitory suddenly became empty.Song Qinghan closed the door, and didn't have much interest in reading the script, so he directly took out his laptop, thought about it, and applied for a Weibo account.

After he fiddled with the trumpet to make it look less like a zombie fan, he put on a vest with a trumpet and clicked on the hot search list.

The few topics related to him are still at the top of the list, but the hot words in the back have become dazzling hot words, which makes people can't help but click in.

After Song Qinghan finished posting that Weibo, his Weibo page had an influx of angry netizens. Some of them were either sincerely cursing, or following the crowd to show their integrity.

They had nearly tens of thousands of comments under Song Qinghan's Weibo, and Song Qinghan couldn't help laughing at himself.

Unexpectedly, for the first time, he became famous, not because of anything else, but because of scandal.

Song Qinghan conveniently used this trumpet to follow his own account, and then quit his account's page.Turned off the computer.

He put the computer on the table, stood up by himself, walked to the window, did not open the curtains, just stood quietly.

I don't know how long he stood there. He didn't come back to his senses until Chen An called, "Hello, Brother Chen?"

Chen An said succinctly: "I have already prepared things, you give me your Weibo account, and I will take care of the next things."

Song Qinghan didn't have any objections, he immediately responded, and after hanging up the phone, he sent his Weibo account number and password to Chen An.

Chen An's speed is very fast.

After a whole day of fermenting, the popularity of this man-made hot search has reached an extremely high level, the navy has already quietly withdrawn, and those fighting ahead have become outraged passers-by.

Song Qinghan's name changed from unknown to well-known in one day.

There was a sudden movement on his Weibo, and the people who had been following him rushed over immediately, but were stunned when they clicked on the comment.

This is... a video?

They move their finger away from the comment and click on the video.

"Jiang Yu, what are you doing!"

"No...not me..."

"Ah ah ah..."

The entire video is a bit old-fashioned, especially the people in the video, who are wearing clothes that were popular several years ago, and their hair and makeup have a youthful feel.

Song Qinghan is also in this video.It's just that in this video, his name is not Song Qinghan, but Jiang Yu, and he is an addict.

Among them, careful netizens found that some of the shots in this collection are [-]% similar to the drug-taking photos of Song Qinghan that were exposed on the Internet before, except for the different angles and costumes.

They couldn't help their hearts jumping.

The video was not long, as if it had been edited by someone, but the part where Song Qinghan appeared was cut out and assembled into a collection.After his picture ended, a middle-aged man with a big belly appeared behind him.

He looked at the camera, seemed a little cramped, and there were several stacks of yellowed documents in front of him.

He smiled nervously, and then sighed with emotion: "I never imagined that I've dreamed of being a director for so many years, and now I appear in front of everyone in this way."

He bowed towards the camera, then picked up several stacks of documents on the table, and displayed them one by one in front of the camera.

At this time, netizens discovered that those few files were not actually documents, but scripts.

"Explore the Flowers and Bright Moon"

It is a very classic and literary name.

But they seem to have never heard of such a movie or TV series!

The middle-aged man in that video turned over the first page of the script, with tears in his eyes: "This is a movie I once directed..."

Li Hang's eyes gradually became blurred.Back then, he was also a high-spirited dream chaser, but the reality was too bitter, so he still chose to shrink back.As the only film he has directed and completed, he has never forgotten "The Moon in the Flower", and he has never forgotten the actors who worked with him in this film.

Song Qinghan's popularity was a bit beyond his expectation. Li Hang was also happy for him to receive Han Yi's drama.

It's just that it didn't take long before the news of Song Qinghan's drug use broke out. The photos used were actually some shots from the movie "Talk into the Flower and Bright Moon" that they filmed together back then!

Only now did Li Hang realize that Song Qinghan was probably blocking someone's way or offending someone, otherwise that person wouldn't be so motivating to send Song Qinghan to the hot searches and make him bear tens of millions of infamy.

It's just... His "Talk into the Flower and Bright Moon" was not approved due to policy reasons, and it was not released. The negatives are also kept in his hands. How did that person get these photos?

Not only Li Hang has this doubt, but the netizens who are watching the video now also have the same doubt.

Could it be that Song Qinghan's team is directing and acting on their own? !

However, before they could complete the conspiracy theory, the picture of the video changed again. A thin young man stood in front of the camera, wearing a mask, with a dazed expression: "I used to be a photographer. The circulating photos of Song Qinghan taking drugs were actually synthesized by me using the still photos of "Talk into the Flower and Bright Moon" in my hand."

As he said that, he turned on his phone and showed a transfer page: "That person gave me 5 yuan to buy the stills of "Talk into the Flower and Bright Moon" and the negatives in my hand."

The video was short and concise, but the content turned all the netizens before the Internet cable upside down.

The former sinner suddenly became a victim. Even though there were still people who resisted stubbornly and said that Song Qinghan directed and acted himself, anyone with a discerning eye knew that no matter how much he directed and acted himself, no star would use drugs to hype him up.

It's so easy to overturn.

Netizens are not fools, on the contrary sometimes they are quite smart.When Song Qinghan's clarification video was released, it spread at an extremely fast speed.

As an old fritter who is familiar with big data manipulation, Chen An naturally wouldn't ignore this small problem.He had already made appointments with several well-known big Vs, and after the release of the clarification video, they became popular, and the reposting instantly surpassed the previous topic of Song Qinghan's drug use.

And with the operation of the big V, the wind direction on Weibo gradually began to deflect. More and more people began to know that Song Qinghan's drug use was a rumor, but a small number of people thought it was whitewashing. Since photos can be faked, That video can also be faked!

Of course, not many people hold this idea, because after that video, Song Qinghan opened a live broadcast under the arrangement of Chen An.

After going through this hack-reversal drama, many netizens who misunderstood Song Qinghan before, and now some netizens who were skeptical went to watch Song Qinghan's live broadcast, and the popularity of Song Qinghan's live broadcast instantly soared from 400 to [-] to [-]. [-] million, and still rising.

Song Qinghan's live broadcast was in his dormitory. He propped up his mobile phone with a mobile phone stand, and then turned on the live broadcast platform.

"Hello, everyone." Song Qinghan smiled at the camera, his porcelain-white plump skin flashed directly on the screen, and even the barrage that was constantly urging him stopped for a moment.

Song Qinghan stretched out his hand to adjust the angle and volume, and then said with a smile: "some things happened recently, some people say that I am a drug addict." When Song Qinghan said this, he frowned obviously, and then moved his nose , the meaning of disgust is very clear, even a little childish.

The barrage exploded at once.

Weiwei online to keep out the cold: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Is ASUS computer fun: his skin is so good...

Kong Ming Youyu: It doesn't feel like a drug addict... (Yan Gou pleads guilty)

Song Qinghan looked at the bullet chatting quickly, lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then rolled up his sleeves, and put his arms in front of the camera: "I remember that in those photos there were scenes of me injecting drugs with a syringe, then I Let me show you now."

He sent his two arms alternately to the camera, and then blinked again, telling netizens to wait.

He left for half a minute, and then came back with a basin of water and a bottle of makeup remover.

"I just saw someone say you can put concealer on your arms," ​​Song Qinghan smiled, and the cold white incandescent light fell from his head, pulling his beauty from eight points to ten points in an instant. Thousands of stars seemed to be reflected in his eyes. "Then I'll wash my hands now for everyone to see."

His smile was gentle and clear, like the melting ice and snow in spring, wrapped in the breath of spring, and permeated with the coldness of winter in his bones.

When I first saw him, I thought he was gentle, but when I saw him again, I thought he was cold.

Song Qinghan lowered his head and poured a little make-up remover on his arm, took out a few make-up remover towels and kept wiping them. Some female netizens wanted to drill down the network cable and tell him to pour the make-up remover onto the make-up remover towel first. Wipe again.

Song Qinghan rubbed for a long time until his skin turned red, then soaked it in a basin of water, wiped it with a towel, and put it in front of the camera: "Can you see it? My angle is right Yet……"

After washing, his arm seemed to be a little whiter, and the red color from rubbing slowly melted into a light pink, which made his skin look even better.

pinhole?nonexistent.

Nothing can compare to real evidence.If the previous video just made netizens doubtful and their attitudes were biased towards him, then Song Qinghan directly removed his make-up and washed his hands on the live broadcast, revealing his arm that was rumored to have been injected with drugs before. The refutable evidence is actually Song Qinghan himself.Such strong evidence instantly attracted a lot of passer-by netizens.

Look, look at people!They didn't take drugs at all!No pinholes in hands!Not even many pores!

Drugs, rumors!

Chen An's design is indeed step by step.First send out a video to build momentum, then use the big V to spread the news, and finally let Song Qinghan live broadcast, attract those who have been shaken, or those who want to catch him, and clarify directly.

From shallow to deep.

After Song Qinghan's live broadcast, those sunspots and "righteous people" who were still arguing that Song Qinghan had actually taken drugs and now just laundered them all silently shut their mouths.

After all, the evidence they could produce had already been refuted by Song Qinghan one by one, and his rebuttals were well-founded and flawless, making it even more apparent that they were making trouble out of no reason.

Liu Fei, who hadn't put down her phone all day, watched Song Qinghan's name being spurned by thousands of people on the hot search, and apologized by thousands of people, her fingertips trembled slightly.

"Sister Fei, Boss Lin is calling you." There was an assistant's knock on the door, and Liu Fei took a breath, and her expression slowly faded away.

"I'll go there, you should take a good rest." Liu Fei stood up, patted the dress on her body, looked down at Ye Yi, and said calmly.

Ye Yi sat blankly on the spot without speaking, as if he had lost his soul, depressed and lonely.

Liu Fei curled her lips into a charming smile, with residual makeup on her face, showing the beauty of a down-and-out girl.

Stepping on her high heels, she followed the assistant step by step towards Lin Lin's office.

"Boom—" The sound of the lounge door closing seemed a little loud in the empty room. Ye Yi came back from his own thoughts, looked at the trending searches on Song Qinghan's upturn on Weibo, covered his face, and felt bored. Laughed sullenly.

Laughing and laughing, his voice suddenly became hoarse, as if he was crying.

"Qinghan..." His voice slowly drifted away, and finally dissipated in the air.

Although Liu Fei was responsible for framing Song Qinghan, he was not totally unaware of it.He didn't know that Liu Fei wanted to destroy Song Qinghan.

But...he just thought, if Song Qinghan lost everything, would he return to him?

Song Qinghan's attitude of avoiding him like a snake that night stabbed him hard in the heart.He kept this matter a secret and let Liu Fei do it freely.

But...he didn't expect that Song Qinghan could turn against the wind so quickly.

Yes, he didn't expect that the false news would not be exposed, but it was revealed too quickly.

He could no longer let Song Qinghan obediently return to his side.Ye Yi rubbed his fingers on the phone screen, and the interface displayed on it was Song Qinghan's Weibo homepage.

Every time he refreshed, Song Qinghan's fans increased by hundreds or thousands.

Ye Yi was so depressed that he put down his phone, lay on the sofa bed, closed his eyes, and forced himself not to look at anything, not to think about anything.

Compared to Ye Yi's people who are panicked and miserable, Song Qinghan's side is sunny after the rain. No matter who the crew of "The Seventh Man" has posted on Weibo, all kinds of people who praise Song Qinghan Acting skills, as if they were not the ones who were silent before.

It's just that as members of the same crew, it's a favor if they don't make trouble, and Song Qinghan won't lose face and let everyone down.

He retweeted Aite of the crew one by one, thanking them for their trust, with a calm and gentle attitude.

And the fans who have always believed in Song Qinghan were almost moved to tears.When Chang Wei saw the clarification video, joy began to flow in her heart, and when Song Qinghan started the live broadcast to directly express her current state, even Chang Wei couldn't help crying.

The people she trusted lived up to her trust.

Song Qinghan's fans gradually increased.But his life is still the same as before.

As soon as the three-day holiday was over, Song Qinghan showed up at the filming scene of "The Seventh Man" on time.

"Brother Han." A field manager greeted him with an extremely warm smile on his face, "It's really early today."

Song Qinghan smiled slightly at him: "Work starts today, I dare not be late."

As he spoke, he pointed to where Han Yi was, and said with a smile, "It's no fun for a director to be angry."

The field manager remembered Han Yi's violent temper like that of Tyrannosaurus rex when he was angry before, and couldn't help but nodded.

Song Qinghan walked into the set with the crew, and greeted Han Yi with a smile: "Morning director."

Han Yi adjusted the camera position, then straightened up, looked at Song Qinghan with squinted eyes, and suddenly smiled: "Morning."

But after a while, Chen Jiaming, Xie Yi'an and others rushed over one after another. Everyone had similar but different smiles on their faces, talking and laughing with each other, as if they were intimate.

Song Qinghan didn't talk much, he just said a few words when they were chatting or when they were pointed out.But he had a smile on his face, as if he was listening quietly, but it didn't make people feel unhappy.

It's just that a few people are not very familiar with them, no matter how they talk about them, they are just superficial brothers, and they will naturally disperse after the start of work.

In-studio shooting is drawing to a close.Song Qinghan gently smoothed out an imperceptible wrinkle on the suit, and walked towards the center of the set indifferently

"A——!"

Following Han Yi's order, the eyes of Song Qinghan and Xie Yi'an who were present at the scene changed instantly. The two of them stood facing each other. Xie Yi'an was still wearing a snow-white white coat, but the skirt, sleeves, and hem... were all dyed. On red.

Song Qinghan was wearing a neat suit, and tailored trousers wrapped his slender thighs, making him look more and more slender and well-proportioned, with broad shoulders, slender waist and long legs.

If you have to add one, the buttocks are also warped.

Song Qinghan——no, it should be Fang Yu. He was holding a gun in his hand, and the muzzle still smelled like gunpowder smoke.

He looked at Xie Yi'an with a little shortness of breath, and saw that his body was covered with blood, his pupils shrank slightly: "Chen Ke..."

Xie Yi'an smiled cynically at him: "What? Why are you making such a face? I'm not dead yet!"

Fang Yu looked at him quietly, her pupils were dark, but her eye sockets were a little red.