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

"Then go to sleep." Chu Ming half hugged him, put him on the bed with his arms around him, and kissed Song Qinghan's forehead.

Song Qinghan opened his eyes and looked at him for a while, then leaned himself into Chu Ming's arms, and closed his eyes quietly.

Chu Ming pushed back the half-length hair on his forehead, reached out and turned off the light.

A good night's sleep.

A few days passed quickly, and New Year's Eve came unexpectedly.

Ji Ruyuan let all the servants in the Chu House go back to celebrate the New Year, only those maids whose families were not in the imperial capital and who didn't want to go home to celebrate the New Year were left behind.

This year, because of Song Qinghan's joining, Ji Ruyuan always wanted to make a new year's Eve dinner, so she got into the kitchen and directed, even Chu Zhenyang didn't have to pull her out.

Song Qinghan originally wanted to help, but Ji Ruyuan threw him out of the kitchen with a big hand before he entered the kitchen: "I'll just watch here, you're an actor, why do you do so much?"

"Speaking of this, don't spoil Mingming too much at home. Let him do what you should do. Look at your father," Ji Ruyuan pointed to Chu Zhenyang who was sitting outside, "I used to be I'm too used to him, so you can see that he has no vision now."

Chu Zhenyang: "..."

Mr. Chu Zhenyang silently put down the newspaper in his hand, poured a cup of tea for his beloved wife, took it with a serious face, and stuffed it into Ji Ruyuan's hand.

Ji Ruyuan glanced at him in disgust, and took a sip from her teacup.

Song Qinghan looked at them with some amusement, and the passing maid saw his smiling expression, blushed, and whispered: "Master Han."

Noticing that Song Qinghan was still here, Ji Ruyuan quickly stuffed the cup back into Chu Zhenyang's hand, reached out and pulled Song Qinghan's arm, touched his cold fingers, frowned and said angrily: "Why are your hands so cold?"

"Be obedient, go back to your room and put on an extra dress." Ji Ruyuan patted the back of his hand, "Speaking of which, I bought you a dress and asked Mingming to bring it to you, you go to see it first See if you like it or not."

"Oh, I'll take you up." Ji Ruyuan thought for a while, then pulled Song Qinghan out of the kitchen vigorously.

Song Qinghan greeted Chu Zhenyang, but before he could react, he was dragged out by Ji Ruyuan.

Ji Ruyuan pulled him up the stairs, sighed and said earnestly: "You are still young now, maybe it doesn't matter if you feel colder, but what will you do when you get old?"

"I heard from Mingming that you are still a little cold, so you should pay more attention to keeping warm. Don't care about it just because you are young."

In Song Qinghan's previous life and this life, he has never been so cared about by his elders.He listened quietly to Ji Ruyuan's words, and slowly, slowly revealed a brisk, gentle smile without a hint of gloom.

Ji Ruyuan murmured that she didn't hear him reply, and when she turned her head, she saw him smiling innocently and beautifully, her heart softened, and her tone softened: "Do you know how to pay attention to your body in the future?"

"Yes." Song Qinghan nodded, and replied with a smile, "I remember."

Ji Ruyuan showed a satisfied smile.

"You rest for a while, and when Mingming comes back, you can ask him where he put his clothes. Tomorrow is the New Year, a new year with a new look." Ji Ruyuan pushed him back to the room, and said with a smile.

When Chu Ming came back, he saw Song Qinghan wearing a light brown thin sweater standing in front of the window, looking thoughtfully at the snow falling outside.

"What are you thinking?" Chu Ming just came back from the outside, still covered with the cold wind and snow outside, stood at the door and looked at it for a while, and then walked over when his body was warmed up, hugged Song Qinghan's waist, buried his head asked over his shoulder.

Song Qinghan came back to his senses, leaned his head back, and said softly: "...Three years."

Chu Ming took advantage of the situation and pulled him half into his arms. Song Qinghan found a comfortable position to lean against. Chu Ming lowered his head and kissed him on the face, and replied deeply: "Yes."

He raised his hand to touch Song Qinghan's ear, and squeezed the round earball: "...it will get better and better."

"Yeah." Song Qinghan closed his eyes, kissed Chu Ming's chin lightly, and suddenly smiled, "I feel that the luckiest thing in my life is probably meeting sister Chu Han."

"?" Chu Ming frowned slightly, and asked with sour jealousy, "Why didn't you meet me?"

Song Qinghan: "..."

"If it weren't for Sister Chu Han, I wouldn't have met you." Song Qinghan shook his head.

"No." Chu Ming said firmly.

Even if Song Qinghan hadn't met Chu Han, he would remember to look for Song Qinghan again.

It's just that if there was no such thing as Chu Han, he would probably just look at Song Qinghan from afar and give him some help in secret, but he would not show up in person.

"If we are lucky, our Chu family should be more lucky." Chu Ming said lightly, holding Song Qinghan's arms tightly, "If my sister hadn't met you at that time, she would be... probably dead now."

Chu Ming sighed: "In the last life, my sister was kidnapped by kidnappers. Those people are servants who have been dispatched by the Chu family. My sister is kind and asked someone to give them a sum of money, but..."

They have worked in the Chu family for so long, and they are familiar with the behavior of the Chu family. One day when Chu Han went out, they chose a Chu Han and kidnapped Chu Han when he was alone.

If it wasn't for Chu Han who sneaked out smartly, stole an old mobile phone from the kidnapper, and met Song Qinghan on the road, then her ending would probably be the same as her previous life...

Chu Ming kissed Song Qinghan's head.

If we say luck, it's not that Song Qinghan met Chu Han, but that the Chu family met Song Qinghan.

Song Qinghan didn't know much about the Chu family in his last life, let alone these inside stories.After hearing Chu Ming's words, he was stunned, and then smiled again: "Sister Chu Han is fine now."

"En." Chu Ming replied softly.

"That's right." Song Qinghan seemed to have suddenly remembered something, came out of Chu Ming's arms, went to the bedside table to search, and found a piece of paper, "This is the gift I said I would give you. "

A paper?

Chu Ming's eyebrows moved slightly, and he took the fluffy paper from Song Qinghan's hand.

It is full of Junyi's beautiful pen writing, and a lot of company names and data are neatly listed in chronological order, and the occasional mistakes and omissions in the middle are carefully filled in with a red pen.

"This is..." Chu Ming was a little surprised when he saw it, and raised his head to look at Song Qinghan.

"This is a major event that happened in my last life that I remember." Song Qinghan clicked on the piece of paper, "Although I don't remember some things clearly, I still remember the more important ones."

Chu Ming looked at the paper again, his eyes became deeper and deeper.

"Thank you, Hanhan." Chu Ming folded the piece of paper, put it in his pocket, and said seriously.

Song Qinghan shook his head: "Actually, I should have given it to you sooner, but I'm not sure about some things, so I just delayed writing it until now."

Before Song Qinghan and Chu Ming mentioned the things of the previous life together, but talking about it while chatting and recalling it slowly by himself is always different. Many missing details or things that are not too conspicuous are all carefully recalled by Song Qinghan slowly emerged.

At that time, Chu Ming was still possessed by a dog, and the source of information was very limited, unlike Song Qinghan who was running outside all the year round and received more information from the outside world.On the piece of paper that Song Qinghan gave him, it recorded in detail the shocks that Song Qinghan knew would happen in the next few years, such as tax reform, and some new policies.

This is undoubtedly a huge treasure for Chu Ming who controls the Chu Group.It affects the whole body, knowing this information in advance, even if it is just some memories for reference, Chu Ming has more energy to determine the group's next plan and goal.

Song Qinghan's gift may not be very useful to ordinary people, but it has extraordinary significance to Chu Ming, to the Chu family, and to the Chu Group.

Chu Ming heaved a sigh of relief, and didn't say much, just pressed Song Qinghan's shoulder, and kissed Song Qinghan's lips hastily and messily.

Song Qinghan took a step back, and then was pulled back by Chu Ming's big hand, forced to raise his head to bear Chu Ming's kiss.

He stretched out his hand and patted Chu Ming's back comfortingly. Chu Ming's kiss gradually softened. When he withdrew, he was still kissing Song Qinghan's lips intimately and carefully. .

Song Qinghan panted slightly, changed his hands to the posture of clasping his arms, and the exquisite coldness between his eyebrows and eyes dissipated to nothing.

"Is it very touching?" Song Qinghan said with a smile.

"En." Chu Ming replied in a deep voice, his voice was a little hoarse, "I am touched, I am so moved that I want to agree with him."

"Don't make trouble." Song Qinghan shook his head indifferently.

Big Dog Chu: "..."

"You were originally mine." Song Qinghan raised his head and said, "Isn't it?"

"Yes." Big Dog Chu nodded unprincipled.

"By the way, mom bought you a piece of clothing. See if you like it." Chu Ming remembered what Ji Ruyuan reminded him when he went upstairs, and quickly patted the back of Song Qinghan's hand, then turned back to himself He found a piece of clothing in his room and brought it over.

This is a light brown cashmere coat with a very simple and elegant cut. The warm color makes people feel warm and cozy.

Chu Ming tried it on for Song Qinghan, the size was slightly wider, but it looked more casual and natural.

"It looks good." Song Qinghan said immediately, the top brash President Chu.

"That's my aunt's good eyesight." Song Qinghan smiled and moved his wrist.

"That also depends on our Hanhan's good looks." Chu Ming straightened his collar for him, his eyes were soft, "I'll wear this one tomorrow."

"Ah."