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

"... Qinghan." Chu Ming coughed lightly and replied.

Hearing Chu Ming's voice, Song Qinghan on the other end of the phone heaved a sigh of relief. He held the phone in one hand and tugged at his collar with the other, bypassing all the messy machines and lines, and walked quickly all the way to the outside of the studio. go.

"Are you still outside?" Song Qinghan stood at the door of the studio and looked out. The outside was empty, and there seemed to be no one there.

Han Yi really paid for it. In order to avoid being disturbed by reporters and paparazzi during the filming process, he rented a team of security guards outside. Without Han Yi's phone, it would be almost impossible to sneak in. .

Song Qinghan had already talked to Han Yi when he came out, but now, he didn't seem to see Chu Ming?

"Qinghan." Song Qinghan almost went out to look for it, when suddenly Chu Ming's charming, deep and magnetic voice came from beside him, "I'm here."

Song Qinghan raised his eyes and saw that President Chu, who had always been aloof, was holding a small dark bamboo lunch box in his hand. He was sweating profusely from the sun, and waved to himself with a smile.

Song Qinghan's heart trembled, and he quickly ran over to pull him over, raised his hand and gestured to the security guard who was coming over, then fished in his trouser pocket, and took out a piece of plain color that he usually used when playing Fang Yu handkerchief.

"Wipe your sweat." Facing Chu Ming who was sweating profusely but calmly, Song Qinghan couldn't help but keep a cold face. He sighed and stuffed the handkerchief into Chu Ming's hand, "Why don't you open an umbrella?" ?”

Although the sun outside was not at its hottest, it was scorching hot. I don't know how long Chu Ming had been standing outside. If he got heat stroke, it would be terrible.

Chu Ming took the handkerchief in one hand and wiped his forehead, then handed the lunch box in front of Song Qinghan: "...I just brought it along the way."

Song Qinghan looked down at the lunch box, the dark brown thick bamboo pieces were skillfully fitted together, and a faint peony with pistils was carved on the lid of the box.

As soon as the lunch box fell into Song Qinghan's hand, Chu Ming's expression relaxed slightly.

Song Qinghan held the lunch box and looked up to see that he was still sweating profusely. Instead, he held the handkerchief in his hand and wiped it without knowing it. He couldn't help frowning: "You still have sweat on your head."

Chu Ming nodded silently, rubbed the handkerchief a few times and wanted to put it down again.

Song Qinghan couldn't stand it anymore, so he snatched back the handkerchief, rubbed it on Chu Ming's face several times before putting it down.

Song Qinghan accidentally touched Chu Ming's hair a few times while wiping, and didn't feel anything when his face was covered. At this moment, he put down his hand, and Chu Ming's somewhat messy hair appeared in front of Song Qinghan brightly. The neatly combed short hair hangs down on his forehead, which conceals a little bit of his aggressive aura, but on the contrary, he is a little more manly.

Chu Ming brushed the broken hair back with his hands expressionlessly, then looked at Song Qinghan: "Are you still filming?"

His eyes moved over the lunch box, and he pursed his thin lips, but he didn't say anything.

Song Qinghan nodded: "I just said hello to the director." He looked down at his watch, "The next scene will start in 10 minutes."

I don't know if it's Song Qinghan's illusion, but he always felt that Chu Ming's spirit immediately withered immediately after he finished speaking, he was listless and pitiful.

It's just that when he raised his head, he saw Chu Ming's usual stern expression again, but his eyes were filled with sparkles, which softened his expression.

"What's wrong?" Chu Ming asked with his eyes moving.

Song Qinghan shook his head.

"Let me talk to the director..." Song Qinghan was just about to say that he would discuss with the director to take a little time to come out, but he suddenly got stuck in his throat halfway through speaking.

Why did he want to follow Chu Ming so naturally?

Chu Ming looked at him with deep eyes, as if waiting for his next words.

Song Qinghan made a smile, raised his hand and raised the lunch box: "Thank you for bringing it here, I will eat it after the show."

Chu Ming looked at the lunch box and frowned: "It will be cold by then."

His tone was obviously very flat, but Song Qinghan heard a hint of unhappiness in his ears.He sighed, and said with a slight smile: "For all the small kitchens, I'll just heat them up when the time comes."

Chu Ming was still a little dissatisfied, but he didn't know what to do for a while, so he nodded, and then ordered: "It must be hot before eating."

Song Qinghan smiled and nodded, then looked at Chu Ming, as if he suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up: "Wait here for me."

As he spoke, he took his lunch box and walked quickly to the studio, and came back in less than 2 minutes, holding a small bottle of essential oil and an umbrella in his hand: "It's so sunny outside, you don't know how long you've been in the sun just now, Wipe your temples with this, and then go back with an umbrella."

Chu Ming took the bottle of essential oil and umbrella, and nodded solemnly: "Got it."

Song Qinghan had already lost his temper by him, and after telling him to remember to open the umbrella, he said hello to him according to the time, and hurried back.

Chu Ming stood on the spot for a while holding the balm and an umbrella, and could vaguely hear the noisy sounds from the studio.

In fact, as Chu Ming, wanting to go in and have a look is just a matter of one sentence.It's just that he didn't know why, he just stood there, and then opened the cap of the bottle of Fengyoujing, and the pungent smell came over his face in an instant.

He rubbed some on his forehead and temples without changing his expression, then opened the umbrella and walked slowly to the parking place.

Song Qinghan himself can feel that his attitude towards Chu Ming is softening recently, and Chu Ming, who is the perceiver, can naturally feel it too.

It's just that Song Qinghan still seems to be repelling something, and is still trying his best to distance himself.

Chu Ming opened the car door, put away the umbrella and sat in. Looking carefully, there seemed to be a slight smile on his face.

Song Qinghan went out and came back on the set, especially conspicuous in the noisy set.It's just that Han Yi concentrated on watching the video before checking the monitor, and didn't say anything, so the others tacitly didn't mention it either.

After such a period of time, they also understood that even though Song Qinghan is not very popular now and doesn't have any good works, his backstage is not small!

The rumors about drug use were so big before, and it only took three or two days for him to arrange it clearly, and even his own company came out to defend him clearly.With this kind of energy, even if he is not popular now, he can still give it to Xiaohong by relying on praise in the future. If he has that kind of luck, he might be able to become famous again. Not fast.

Since they didn't talk about it, Song Qinghan naturally wouldn't take the initiative to bring it up.He took the lunch box that Chu Ming sent, thought about it, and took it to the dressing room, and after Lin Yun finished his makeup, he took it out and put it on the table: "Sister Yun, help me take a look? "

Lin Yun glanced at it and said with a smile: "I thought our Mr. Fang Yu was going to deliver food to me, but he just asked me to watch?"

Song Qinghan pursed his lips in embarrassment, and then melted into a smile: "Isn't it because of you, Sister Yun?"

"All right, all right, you're the one with the sweetest mouth." Lin Yun took the lunch box readily, took out a white plastic bag from the cabinet beside him, tied the lunch box tightly, and put it in his bag: "This way okay?"

Song Qinghan nodded with a smile: "Thank you, Sister Yun."

"Okay, let's go." Lin Yun waved to him with a disgusted smile.

Song Qinghan stroked the suit on his body, the smile on his face narrowed, and he turned into that estranged and noble young master Fang Yu again.

After so many days of running-in, most of the crew members know each other's temperament. Song Qinghan and Xie Yi'an and Chen Jiaming don't have many rival scenes, but as soon as the filming starts, the three of them will instantly enter a state of crazy drama.

Whenever this time, Han Yi is both happy and painful.The joy is that his movie is likely to take a step forward because of the three of Song Qinghan, but the pain is that the sense of imagery when the three of them are playing is too strong. When watching other movies and these movies together , the fault looks somewhat obvious.

But even so, Han Yi still couldn't bear to ask Song Qinghan and the three of them to suppress their acting skills.

It's just that since the acting skills of the three leading actors cannot be suppressed, the other actors have to endure for a more harmonious picture.

The actors who had worked with Han Yi found that they only needed six points of acting skills, but Han Yi has now asked for eight or even nine points, and it seems that they are not satisfied.

Except for Song Qinghan and the three of them, the entire crew was suffering so much that it has now developed to the point that once there is a rivalry between Song Qinghan, Xie Yian, Chen Jiaming and others, no matter what these actors are doing, they will tacitly gather to one side. In addition, I just want to know how hard the next hard life will be.

Today is Song Qinghan's last indoor scene, this scene is not too difficult, it is just a daily scene of Fang Yu, Qin Fei and Chen Ke chatting in the corridor.

"Fang Yu, do you really plan to join our criminal investigation team?" Qin Fei, who was walking in front of him with a straight police cap and a plaster cast on his face, said solemnly and sincerely, "Our criminal investigation team really needs talents like you." .”

"..."

"Fang Yu?" Seeing that he didn't respond, Qin Fei called out again.

"Huh?" Fang Yu seemed to have just recovered, and there was still a little doubt in his eyes, but it disappeared quickly, "No."

This answer was already expected by Qin Fei, and he sighed regretfully: "I hope you will change your mind in the future."

Fang Yu smiled modestly and did not speak.

Chen Ke, who had been following them all the time, posted it up with a playful smile, and put his hand on Qin Fei's shoulder unceremoniously: "Old Qin, since the little beauty won't come to our criminal investigation team, then I'll quit too! "

"Bullshit!"

……

"Crack!" Han Yi looked at the camera and yelled a click.

Song Qinghan came back to his senses from the play, his tense nerves were instantly relaxed, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

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