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

When Lin Chan came to deliver dinner to Song Qinghan, Chu Ming's face met him as soon as he opened the door.He froze for a moment, then asked a little stiffly, "Where's Brother Han?"

Chu Ming looked at him casually, and folded the newspaper in his hand: "Han Han is taking a bath."

"What's the matter?" Chu Ming knocked on the armrest of the sofa and asked calmly.

"No..." Lin Chan shook his head hastily, and raised a stack of lunch boxes in his hands, "I'm afraid Brother Han is hungry, so I brought him something to eat."

"Put it on the table." Chu Ming raised his chin, signaling him to put the lunch box on the table.

"Hey..." Lin Chan responded in a daze, and put the lunch box in his hand on the table. Just when he was about to go out, Chu Ming said lightly, "What should be said, what should not be said, Don't need me to teach you."

"Yes... Mr. Chu, I understand." Lin Chan paused, walked out stiffly, and closed the door.

Chu Ming frowned slightly as he watched his leaving figure.

Lin Chan was singled out by Chen An before, and Chu Ming would not interfere in this regard.But if the people around Song Qinghan have other crooked ideas, in order to avoid hurting Song Qinghan, he must deal with these things first.

Chu Ming sent a message to Wei Qian, asking him to find a new assistant for Song Qinghan, then put away his phone, stood up, and opened the lunch boxes to have a look.

There are almost all vegetarian dishes in it, and there is only such a small bowl of white rice, even if you eat all of it, it probably won't take up much room.

Chu Ming remembered Song Qinghan's thin back, frowned, and called the room service to order a bowl of old hen soup.

Song Qinghan came out of the bathroom, his whole body was covered with moist and warm water vapor, his damp hair fell on his ear temples, showing his slightly protruding cheekbones.He came out wearing an ordinary t-shirt and slacks. The slightly damp water vapor stained the white t-shirt slightly transparent, and the different shades of the fabric outlined his lean and slender waist.

Chu Ming walked over to take the towel in his hand and wiped his hair, Song Qinghan obediently lowered his head and let him move.

Song Qinghan's hair is slender and thick, thick black and thick black reflecting the light, touching it in his hands feels indescribably smooth and comfortable.

Chu Ming couldn't help rubbing his half-dry and half-wet hair a few more times, until Song Qinghan couldn't help staring at him silently, then he took his hand back as if nothing had happened.

"Do you want to continue shooting tomorrow?" Chu Ming took a few steps to hang up the towel, then pulled Song Qinghan into his arms vaguely from behind, and asked in a low voice.

He leaned his head on Song Qinghan's shoulder, and the hot air that sprayed out when he spoke hit Song Qinghan's ears completely, making Song Qinghan couldn't help turning his head to the side, and stretched out his hand to rub the tips of his slightly hot ears: "Um."

His earlobes were small, fleshy, white with a pink color, Chu Ming leaned on his shoulder, his clear facial contours were on one side of his head, and the small earlobes rested gently on his cheek wiped off.Chu Ming kissed on it, and his earlobe, which was originally a bit cool, turned red shyly, and it was as beautiful as pearl agate.

Song Qinghan's breathing fluttered because of him, turned his head and gave him a cold look, and met Chu Ming's raised eyes, which were deep and pitch black, as if they could suck people into the depths.

He himself felt that his expression was serious and serious, but in Chu Ming's eyes, his eyes were still steamy, and when he looked at him coldly, he didn't seem to be angry, but acted like a baby.

Chu Dagou, who had become daring and daring, caught his earlobe unexpectedly, and gently crushed it with his teeth, but then remembered that Song Qinghan would be filming tomorrow, so he lowered his mouth slightly, until finally, He just sucked it lightly, causing the skin next to Song Qinghan's ears to turn pink all the way to his face, and then he closed his mouth contentedly.

"Hanhan." Chu Ming poked his hand under his armpit, and then, relying on Song Qinghan's good temper, he raised it and rubbed Song Qinghan's mouth with his thumb, "When you have had enough acting, Let's get married."

Song Qinghan was slightly startled, then slowly lowered his eyelashes, held Chu Ming's hand behind his back, and said with a smile, "Okay."

Chu Ming endured it, but he still couldn't help showing a silly smile that didn't fit his domineering CEO personality.

Song Qinghan turned her head and saw his uncontrollable joy, and slowly, slowly, the sweet joy like gurgling water melted away in her heart.

Chu Ming hugged Song Qinghan, and after talking about it, he buried his head in Song Qinghan's neck and rubbed it back and forth more brazenly, like a big dog praised by its master, with a big tail behind it Shaking it back and forth.

"Ding dong——" the doorbell rang outside. Chu Ming remembered the room service he had called before, and quickly let go of the shackles on Song Qinghan. , the footsteps stopped.

Song Qinghan walked over clearly, took a hat from the clothes rack to cover his face, and opened the door slowly after Chu Ming walked into the room.

"Hello, sir, this is the room service you ordered." With a professional smile on his face, the uniformed waiter picked up the soup box from the trolley and handed it to Song Qinghan.

"Okay, thank you." Song Qinghan suppressed his voice, nodded towards the waiter, and was about to reach out to take the soup box.

As soon as the waiter raised her head, she met Song Qinghan's exposed half face. She seemed to be familiar with it, but Song Qinghan had already received the soup box in her hand, so she could only watch the door slowly close. .

How many celebrities seem to live in their hotel?

She shook her head, pushed the small cart and continued to walk forward.

"Is this what you called it?" Song Qinghan put the soup box on the table, and as soon as the lid was lifted, a mass of mellow aroma floated out leisurely, and when the fog cleared, a bowl of clear yellow cleared the surface The greasy, clear chicken soup appeared in front of him.

"Yeah." Chu Ming came out of the room, stretched out his hand to pinch his waist, and said seriously, "I lost weight."

Then he pointed to the bowl of soup on the table: "I know you actors have to keep in shape...but you should also pay attention to your health."

He picked up the spoon and stirred in the soup, and the steaming mist suddenly increased again: "Mom is very worried about you."

Song Qinghan nodded: "I know."

As he spoke, he pulled out his chair and sat down, taking a few sips with a spoon.

Seeing him obediently eating the soup, Chu Ming also sat down beside him, helped him open the lunch boxes one by one, took apart the disposable chopsticks and put them in front of him: "After drinking the soup, eat again."

"You eat too." Song Qinghan drank a few more sips, remembering that Chu Ming had just drank a cup of black tea and ate a piece or two of shortbread at Dr. Smith's from this morning until now, and couldn't help frowning , put down the spoon, picked up the chopsticks and took a piece of dish to Chu Ming's mouth.

Chu Ming opened his mouth helplessly and took a bite.

"Are you going back tonight?" Song Qinghan glanced at the time and asked.

"Yeah." Chu Ming pushed the lunch box in front of him, "The plane is at eleven o'clock in the evening."

It is now six o'clock in the afternoon.

Song Qinghan was thoughtful, picked up the soup box and drank the remaining chicken soup in one gulp, took a few mouthfuls of rice with the boxes of light vegetarian dishes, and then put down his chopsticks.

Chu Ming frowned with some dissatisfaction: "Why do you eat so little?"

Song Qinghan shook his head: "I just drank the soup, I can't eat anymore."

Chu Ming stretched out his hand to touch his stomach. It was a small flat area. He didn't know if he was really full or he was just listening.

Song Qinghan leaned over and kissed him, scratching his chin with his fingers.

This familiar yet unfamiliar movement instantly evoked Chu Ming's memory. He unconsciously raised his chin to let Song Qinghan move better, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his stern expression instantly relaxed.

Slowly, the hand on Song Qinghan's stomach gradually came down, Song Qinghan sensed Chu Ming's movement, frowned, and not to be outdone, leaned over and bit Chu Ming's Adam's apple lightly.

"..." The slight numbness on the neck was unmistakable, Chu Ming's eyes dimmed, and his big hands passed over Song Qinghan's clothes, directly covering his soft belly.

Song Qinghan has always maintained a certain amount of exercise. Although his body looks a little thin, his stomach is not a thin layer of soft flesh, but a shallow layer of muscle, which feels smooth and pliable to the touch.

His hands were warm and dry, directly covering the sensitive areas around his waist. Song Qinghan stepped back a little uncomfortably, and was pulled back by Chu Ming unreasonably.

Song Qinghan didn't know what was going on, but when he came back to his senses, he had already straddled Chu Ming's lap, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Chu Ming's deep gaze.

He squinted his eyes, and suddenly smiled, stood up and raised his legs to press on Chu Ming's body, and kissed him on the tip of his nose, and then Chu Ming pressed the back of his head, and his lips and teeth intertwined.

Chu Ming's subordinates are the warm and flexible body of his beloved lover, and his lover's soft and moist lips. His usually cold face is stained with a light powder, and his calm and indifferent eyes are also filled with clear water. He is a little anxious In Song Qinghan's mouth, he conquered the city, but became gentle and gentle under the restraint of reason.

The hand on Song Qinghan's waist was slowly rubbing, the moist jade-like feel was simply irresistible.

Song Qinghan's waist trembled slightly, he raised his head, and unconsciously licked his lips.

Even though there was already a strong possessive desire in his heart that couldn't be resolved, Chu Ming still restrained his movements, holding Song Qinghan's waist with both hands, not daring to go up or down.

He touched Song Qinghan's slightly outlined ribs, and then pressed a kiss under his collarbone.

Song Qinghan almost laughed angrily at his cowardly appearance, leaned over and took another bite on his Adam's apple, pulled Chu Ming's shirt with both hands, and fumbled carelessly.

...Facts have proved that people really cannot play with fire.

If it wasn't for the wrong time and wrong place, Chu Ming might not be able to restrain himself.

He cherished a kiss on Song Qinghan's eyelids, then unbuttoned Song Qinghan's trousers, and greeted Xiao Qinghan.

The food on the table was quietly forgotten in a corner, watching the two help each other silently, with a deep brotherly love.

Chu Ming took a few pieces of paper from the table and wiped his hands, then kissed Song Qinghan's face, and said with a smile in his eyes, "It's so quick."

Song Qinghan: "..."

Chu Ming's brows twitched, and he immediately shut up.

After Xiao Xiaoming vomited milk, Song Qinghan looked at the sticky liquid on his hands expressionlessly, wiped it on Chu Ming's body, got off Chu Ming's lap, and went directly to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Chu Ming: "..."

He rubbed his forehead and gave a helpless laugh, then followed him to the bathroom, and slowly washed the stained areas of his clothes with water.

Song Qinghan took the hair dryer and caught him blowing it, but it dried the wet shirt.

"Are you going back?" Song Qinghan smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes just now, and asked in a low voice, his voice a little hoarse.

"Yeah." Chu Ming rubbed his curled hair, "When will you finish shooting, I will pick you up then."

Song Qinghan frowned and thought for a while: "It will probably take more than a month."

"Life is Like a Play" is a seasonal variety reality show. It airs once a week. They need to shoot about twelve episodes. Judging from the current progress, if there are no accidents, it will take half a month at most. Time can be fully recorded.

"it is good."

After dawdling until seven o'clock, Wei Qian risked his life to call and reminded him solemnly: "Sir, it's time to go."

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Song Qinghan's screen stayed on a screen that ended the video.

An airplane rose above Zhejiang Province, shining a bright red light among the clouds.

Early the next morning, Lin Chan came over with breakfast and knocked on Song Qinghan's door.

He took a quick look at Song Qinghan's room, but found no figure of Chu Ming, and unconsciously heaved a sigh of relief.

"Brother Han, breakfast." He put the packed porridge on the table, then walked a few steps inside, and called out to Song Qinghan.

It was probably yesterday that his emotions had been in a state of ups and downs. After the video with Chu Ming at night, he quickly fell into a deep sleep. When the alarm clock rang, he couldn't even wake up.

"Okay." Song Qinghan flushed his face with cold water in the bathroom, and after washing carefully, he wiped his face with a dry towel and came out.

Lin Chan's gaze fell on him vaguely, and then quickly moved away.

"Today is porridge with preserved egg and lean meat." He opened the lid of the thermos box, put a spoon in it, and then opened a bottle of pure milk and put it beside him.

Song Qinghan sat down on the chair, took a few mouthfuls with a spoon, and when he lowered his head, the back of the ear pinna was exposed, with a light pink color that couldn't be seen unless he looked carefully.

"Brother Han, behind your ears..." Lin Chan's eyes instantly focused on that piece of skin, and he couldn't help saying.

"Huh?" Song Qinghan stretched out his hand to touch it, remembering yesterday, he seemed to scratch it a few times, then put down the spoon in his hand, found the mirror and took a look.

Well, not too obvious.

He took out the concealer and squeezed out a little to cover it up. When he looked again, there was no trace left.

"This... is this what Mr. Chu did?" Lin Chan couldn't help asking after watching his movements.

"No." Song Qinghan smiled, "I accidentally caught it yesterday."

Lin Chan opened his mouth, but closed it silently.

From the hotel to the shooting location, Lin Chan didn't say much. Song Qinghan noticed his strangeness and couldn't help but look at him a few more times, frowning slightly.

He is still very satisfied with Lin Chan as an assistant, but if Lin Chan has other thoughts...

Lin Chan came back to his senses under his quiet gaze, knowing that his previous behavior was a little strange, so he smiled awkwardly and scratched his head: "I'm sorry, Brother Han, I was thinking about something just now, and I didn't delay it son?"

"No." Song Qinghan shook his head and asked casually, "Lin Chan, do you have a girlfriend yet?"

Lin Chan was stunned for a moment, vaguely aware of a possibility, and laughed dryly: "Not yet."

"That's right." Song Qinghan nodded, "When this shooting is over, I'll give you a few months off to find a girlfriend."

He got it!

Lin Chan only had this sentence in his mind, and couldn't help but take a step forward: "I don't..."

I don't want to take a vacation, and I don't want to find a girlfriend. I just want to be with you and take care of you...

Song Qinghan smiled: "You are in your 20s, if you don't find a girlfriend, the family should be in a hurry."

The light in Lin Chan's eyes slowly dimmed.

Song Qinghan looked at his expression, and slowly looked away.

He is not a saint, just a selfish ghost.Since Chu Ming chose to be with him, he would never allow Chu Ming to have anything to do with other men and women.In contrast, he will remain absolutely loyal to this relationship.

Lin Chan is still young, and he will not hide his thoughts. He probably lost himself for a while because he has been working by his side all the time. What he has to do is just to hang him for a while.

If not... Song Qinghan closed his eyes and walked into the studio.

Lin Chan followed in a daze.

"Hey, Qinghan, you're here." Feng Huan walked over patting his big belly, smiling all over his face.

"Director Feng." Song Qinghan greeted Feng Huan with a smile.

Feng Huan narrowed his eyes to look at his face, and then boasted: "A young man is a young man, after such a day, his whole body seems to be glowing."

Song Qinghan pursed his lips, and the corners of his lips melted into a smile: "Director Feng also looks like a young man."

"Just praise me," Feng Huan waved his hand, and then said, "It rained the day before yesterday, so you didn't catch a cold?"

"No." Song Qinghan shook his head, "Director Feng's ginger soup is very powerful."

Feng Huan laughed and said a few words to him, then sent him to sit aside for a while, and walked around the studio wagging his stomach.

Song Qinghan sat on a chair, quietly watching the staff set up the scene.

Different from the shooting scene the day before yesterday, the shooting location where they are now is in an office building, and the office supplies are all available, and it really looks like that.

Song Qinghan looked at the layout in the arena, thoughtful.

After a while, Du Ren Gao Qiong and the others came over one after another. Looking at the scene in front of them, they also couldn't help raising their eyebrows.

"What new story did Director Feng come up with?" Gao Qiong walked towards Song Qinghan and greeted him, "Morning."

"Morning." Song Qinghan smiled, "Even Teacher Gao, don't you know what Director Feng is going to film next?"

Gao Qiong shook her head: "Director Feng will not disclose the specific rules until the last moment of filming."

"The rules are different every time?"

"Probably." Gao Qiong seemed to recall the sad story of the previous filming, with a hint of helplessness on his face, "The general rules are the same, but the specific rules will vary according to the theme of the current story."

So every time I shoot, I actually remember the rules again.

But after all, it's just that the specific rules are different, but the general rules are the same. Gao Qiong and the others have survived from the last season. Compared with Song Qinghan, they have rich experience.

only.

Gao Qiong glanced at Song Qinghan.Being able to know how to clean up his suspicions in the first round of participation, and then string together the clues at the last moment to turn defeat into victory, but in his opinion, this series of performances is in line with the identity Song Qinghan was drawn at that time of.

I don't know how long he can maintain this amazing ability to perform on the spot.

Feng Huan hurriedly directed the staff to arrange the scene, then adjusted the camera position, and the lights suddenly turned on.

Song Qinghan and Gao Qiong Duren went through the self-introduction at the beginning of the variety show as usual, and after they joked about each other, the director began to cut to the chase.

"Today's theme is—" Feng Huan deliberately lowered his voice, and the bright light hit his face, dividing his face into one light and one dark, "The business contract leak incident!"

"One of you colluded with a hostile company, stole the company's confidential documents, and was discovered by the company's management when the confidential documents were not taken out."

Feng Huan cleared his throat: "You are the five most suspicious people. If the person who actually stole the documents is not found before leaving get off work, then the person who stole the confidential documents can use the documents to jump directly to a hostile company and become a management team. And everyone else will be laid off and become homeless."

"So, your only chance is to catch the person who actually stole the confidential documents. Whoever catches this person will be promoted, raised, become CEO, married Bai Fumei, and reached the pinnacle of life." He said briskly, " Don't come when the opportunity is too late, your opponent is not just the one who stole the confidential documents."

He laughed a few times, and then some staff members walked up with something like a lottery tube, and asked them to draw their identities in this story one by one.

Song Qinghan opened the note in his hand, frowning slightly.

I saw four words written on the note——

"President Assistant".

This identity is not easy to handle.

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