After Rebirth, I Decided To Inherit the Family Property

A strange silence filled the corridor.

Qin Ke lowered his eyes and his gaze fell.

Xiao Song is always frizzy, his hair is not carefully drawn, the black hair leaking from his fingers falls on the white skin, and the slightly protruding cervical vertebrae are dipped in the dim light of the corridor, and they are still dazzling.

With the invitation he heard just now, there seemed to be a little ambiguous atmosphere.

However, the whole incident is still difficult to understand in general.

Qin Ke did not move, and Song Yunran couldn't wait.

He turned a small half of his face: "What are you doing in a daze, hurry up."

Qin Ke pressed the corners of his lips. He thought of the absurdity of this picture, which made people think of four words especially easily.

Fishing law enforcement.

Thinking of this, Qin Ke's dark and elusive emotions calmed down, and he leaned against the door and asked, "What new gameplay is this?"

Song Yunran looked at him inexplicably, stayed quiet for a while, and came back to his senses.

Seeing that he was doing this, he suddenly ran to someone's door and asked for help. Everyone would suspect that there was a fraud.

But he was embarrassed to say the real reason, and suddenly fell into a dilemma.

In the end, Song Yunran simply turned his mind back and put on the president's domineering expression: "The wings are hard? Don't listen to what I said?"

Then, regardless of Qin Ke's own wishes, he turned to face him, lowered his head, grabbed his hand and rubbed it carefully behind his head.

Qin Ke was startled and wanted to withdraw his hand, but Song Yunran pressed it again.

"Don't move!" Song Yunran glared at him, "Let me feel it."

Qin Ke: "...?"

Forgive him for his shallowness, he really couldn't see what he could feel about this action.

He felt that he still didn't know enough about Song Yunran, and his heart was filled with a series of question marks.

After a helpless sigh, he didn't know what kind of bizarre psychology he was embracing. He moved his fingers voluntarily and rubbed Song Yunran's hair into a bird's nest. He didn't even forget the specific needs of the client. By the way, he helped Song Yunran rub his fate. Nape of the neck.

Song Yunran secretly compared it and found that this time and last time were completely different.

But it was very comfortable. The temperature from his fingertips reminded him of the sunshine in the spring afternoon, which made him want to squint his eyes and rub Qin Ke's palm a few times.

Song Yun was taken aback when the thought in his mind was about to be put into action.

What is this doing?

How did he become addicted on the path of pursuing the truth?

Willpower is too weak!

"Okay, stop and stop."

Song Yunran freed his head from Qin Ke's clutches, ashamed of his own depravity, and said coldly, "It's all about you, let's step back."

After speaking, without looking at Qin Ke's expression, he walked into the safety staircase without looking back.

Song Yunran briskly walked upstairs. As soon as he entered the house, a joyful smile appeared on his face.

He rushed to He Ziyou who was waiting for the news: "I said you think too much. He touched it just now, and he didn't feel that way at all!"

You are really touching, He Ziyou murmured silently, and asked silently: "Really, how did he touch it?"

Song Yunran happily demonstrated on the spot.

When he raised his head, his eyes were bright, but his mouth disdainfully said: "In fact, it's okay. It's just like a hairdresser doing head massage. I can't see that Qin Ke has this technique."

He Ziyou hesitated to speak and was silent again.

Quiet for a while, he still couldn't hold back in the end: "You didn't think this action was very wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Song Yunran asked strangely.

He Ziyou's tone was sincere: "Isn't this a dog?"

"..."

Song Yunran was hit hard by this, and after sending He Ziyou away, he returned to the room alone and began to be decadent.

He lay on the bed, brushing the pet blogger he followed, trying to seek comfort from the furry little animals.

In the end, Song Yunran felt even more resentful in his heart.

In the video, a slick golden retriever flew close from a distance, raised its front paw and touched its owner's knee.

The host asked badly: "What's the matter?"

The Golden Retriever gave a "Wow" and took the initiative to put his head in front of the palm of the owner's palm, and the meaning of "touch me" was written all over the whole body.

The owner deliberately teased it, pretending to withdraw his hand and prepared to stop. The Golden Retriever became anxious, and quickly pressed the owner's hand back with his paw, showing an extremely strong desire to lure him.

At the end of the video, Song Yunran was in his throat.

This dog looks like me, he thought numbly.

The picture of himself and Qin Ke flashed in his mind, and he wished to travel back, pressing that stupid self to the ground for a painful beating.

How could it be so depraved.

Song Yunran asked himself, have you forgotten the aggrievedness of being a tool man? How can you easily let go of your hatred, and personally send it to the door to let the original heroine be a dog?

What is the difference between you and monica!

Song Yunran was very angry. He felt that he was deceived by Qin Ke's sugar-coated cannonballs. Only when the other party simply said "We are an alliance", he lost his reason and almost thought he liked Qin Ke.

However, it is not accurate to say that it is a sugar-coated cannonball.

Song Yunran turned over, feeling that Qin Ke really took care of him, and even desperately rushed out to rescue him even in critical moments. After thinking about it carefully, setting aside the gap between the tool man and the protagonist, he was considered a very good person, and He is also very handsome.

...

Wait a minute, what am I thinking!

Song Yunran braked in his mind in time, bulging his cheeks like a pufferfish.

Obviously, he has verified that he doesn't like Qin Ke at all. Those weird feelings a few days ago are definitely just misunderstandings.

After the introspection, Song Yunran remembered the premiere of "Happy and White" today. Calculating the time, the zero-o'clock show should have ended now, and he planned to see the audience's response.

As he had predicted before, the real-time square received rave reviews.

The focus of each audience is different. Some people mainly praise the film script for the solid director's aesthetic excellence, while others praise Qin Ke's acting skills. It is hard to imagine that this is a performance presented by a rookie actor.

Song Yunran scrolled down line by line, and was suddenly attracted by a Weibo.

[Unexpectedly, "Happy and White" is so good-looking! Song Yunran has a good investment vision, and is looking forward to the next few dramas of Galaxy! 】

"!!!"

Song Yunran's malaise was swept away immediately, he stared at this text and read it repeatedly for a long time, and he also sorted out the clues in his mind.

Let Qin Ke go!

It's a serious business to do a good job!

At the same time, the lounge of a certain movie theater.

Qin Kegang and others completed interviews with several media.

Compared with director Fan Jinzhong's silly joy, he seems much calmer overall, but if you look carefully, you can see that he is calm and there is some unexplainable confusion.

The director stood up beamingly and patted him on the shoulder: "Let's have a supper together?"

Qin Ke's reaction was half a beat slower than usual. After a few seconds, he raised his eyes as if he was waking up from a dream: "Oh, no, I want to go back to rest soon."

The director looked at him: "What's wrong, I'm not feeling well?"

"No."

"Is that too tired? Or is there something on my mind?"

The director now sees Qin Ke's gaze, like the teacher who taught the college entrance examination champion, where there is appreciation and love, and the words are full of care.

Qin Ke replied: "It's okay, you don't have to worry about me."

Unexpectedly, the more calm Qin Ke acted, the more suspicious in the director's mind.

When he saw Qin Ke in the cinema tonight, he wittily realized that this person was not paying attention tonight.

It's not that I said something wrong or accidentally lost my mind during the interview, but it is more direct. When there is no audience and the media, I often frown and meditate in secret.

The director thought for a moment and let the other creators set off first. After the others left the rest room, he said: "There are no outsiders here. If you encounter any problems, you can tell me. After all, I have lived more than ten years than you, even if I can't help. If you solve it, you can also make suggestions for you."

Qin Ke was slightly shaken by the sincere persuasion.

He thought for a while, and finally asked: "Will you take the initiative to let people touch your neck? It won't work if you don't touch it."

"??" The director was confused, "Who has nothing to make such a request, have you met such a person?"

Qin Ke nodded: "Yeah."

"..."

The director was silent. His decades of life history and the common sense of life he was proud of all became precarious at this moment.

If this is to touch the head, there are still several possibilities that can be analyzed.

But touching his neck, he couldn't think of the reason.

Seeing him like this, Qin Ke's heart was clear: "It doesn't matter, I just ask casually, you should go to dinner."

This time the director didn't force it any more, stood up neatly, and stopped when he walked to the door.

"I see."

He cautiously suggested, "This person may be a pervert. Be careful. If it doesn't work, call the police."

Qin Ke smiled faintly: "It's not that he is my friend."

As soon as the voice fell, the director's gaze suddenly became subtle, and he was probably thinking, "You are really a talent to be friends with this strange person."

But having said that, Qin Ke believes that this is indeed his fault.

How could you think of asking ordinary people about Song Yunran's ideas.

The Xiao Song of their galaxy has always been a type of thinking jump, and others can't guess exactly one or two things.

After sitting for a while, Qin Ke got up and left the lounge, and found the agent and assistant waiting outside in the corridor.

Chen Jing didn't know what she was up to, she kept holding her mobile phone and kept busy.

Xiao Ke got in there first, and broadcast the audience's feedback all the way to him in real time.

When the group of three came to the parking lot, Chen Jing was finally willing to put down her mobile phone.

She got in the car, fastened her seat belt and said, "When you were hospitalized, didn’t I mean to contact a variety show for you to clean your face? Now it’s almost a breeze. The first grade S-level slow variety show is not strong, so it’s just suitable. You recover from your injury. I think it’s not bad. If you are interested, I will post the information to your phone."

Qin Ke did not object, and after receiving the news, he glanced at the estimated recording time.

I have to say that Chen Jing is really thoughtful. The production team is preparing to record early next year, which will not conflict with the publicity period of "Happy Anniversary", but can also supplement his exposure after the film.

"The time is right." Qin Ke said.

Chen Jing nodded: "Yes, and it fits in every aspect. The only problem is that they hope that the guests can work in pairs, and there may be group competitions at that time. Do you have any good friends in the circle? No, it’s okay, just let the program group assign it at that time."

Qin Ke paused while sliding his fingertips on the screen.

In his previous life, he was strictly controlled by his former agent. Apart from his busy work, he had no time to develop deeper friendships with others. This life has just begun, and there is no time to meet any friends in the circle.

"It's a pity that Zhong Xiaofeng can't be too busy." Chen Jing is still helping him choose candidates. "Otherwise, the combination of actors and screenwriters would be quite novel."

After a few words, Qin Ke had a suitable candidate in his mind.

Until now, he still didn't know Song Yunran enough.

But he could hear his true wish, and he wanted to get in touch with Song Yunran more, and he wanted to know what Song Yunran was thinking about every day.

Qin Ke looked out the window of Deng Ying Ruhe, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly: "It's better to find Mr. Song."

The author has something to say: Mr. Song: I don’t