After Rebirth, I Decided To Inherit the Family Property

In the end, under the coercion and lure of Song Yunran, the director finally agreed not to cut in the negotiation between the two.

He stared at the choreographer and made a promise in front of the camera before turning around one step at a time.

Ten minutes later, Song Yunran and Qin Ke finished playing and took off the wheat, officially ending today's recording.

When I returned to the bedroom, the broken window had been pasted up with a few newspapers.

Song Yunran lay down on the bed, recalling the shameful experience of being in the utility room, and slammed down the wall with anger.

A few handfuls of white ash fell on the wall that was in disrepair for a long time, and all of them were spilled on his face.

"..."

Song Yunran became even more angry. He took the paper towel from Qin Ke who was sleeping on the outside and wiped off the white ash. He lay down and complained angrily: "I will never cooperate with Shen Yiyi again!"

Qin Ke turned off the bedside lamp: "She probably didn't expect you to enter the utility room. Besides, as an investor, she only put forward ideas at most. The formal landing details still have to be worked out by the variety production company."

Song Yunran stared angrily: "How can you speak for her? Where are you standing on?"

"...Well, your side."

Qin Ke seemed to have found a way to soothe an irritable little animal, and whispered, "Don't think about it, go to bed early? I'll be next to you tonight. No matter who comes, I will help you run him away."

Obviously, this attitude greatly pleased Mr. Song.

He hummed a few times and said, "Stop using me as a kid. I'm playing board today, and no one will come in again."

Qin Ke smiled silently, thinking that the child is much more difficult to coax than you.

As a result, just a few minutes after it disappeared, Song Yunran suddenly sat up again: "Do you think the choreographer sister is fooling me, or I will steal the mother overnight."

Qin Ke was speechless, it was hard to imagine what Xiao Song had been thinking all day long.

He simply replaced words with actions, got up, stretched out his arm and hooked, and directly pushed Song Yunran back on the bed.

Song Yunran: "?!"

What the hell, you rebellious son, you actually acted on Dad!

He struggled a few times and found that although Qin Ke was thin, he had great strength, and every inch of his muscles was unexpectedly strong, and he could be easily and completely suppressed with force.

"Let go, I'm going to be strangled to death by you!"

In desperation, Song Yunran had to beg for mercy on the spot, "I was just kidding, how could I really steal the master!"

Qin Ke didn't use his full strength at all, knowing that he was exaggerating, he calmly replied, "I will let go of the cry, brother."

"Do you want a face, you still owe me a dad didn't call me!"

"...?"

Song Yunran's nerves trembled, as if to taste a dangerous breath from Qin Ke's silence.

As the saying goes, the person who knows the current affairs is a handsome, he immediately used a pitiful tone: "Brother I was wrong, it hurts, I beg you, brother, stop."

After speaking, he sadly discovered a fact.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, after he called his brother once in the hospital last time, this time he called his brother less awkward.

Even Qin Ke's suddenly tight forearm for some reason made him feel endless fun.

Did a few brothers make you at a loss?

Oh, but so.

It's me that is about to change. If you kneel down and even call Dad a hundred times, there won't be any fluctuations in my heart.

So, in order to prove that Qin Ke was a weak man, Song Yunran made a big death.

He deliberately exhaled on the back of the opponent's hand: "Why didn't your brother speak? Wasn't it great just now? Are you capable of doing things but not talking?"

"...Song Yunran."

Qin Ke interrupted him unbearably, his voice was inexplicably muffled, coldly immersed in the darkness, as if coming from a deep well, "You are a fool."

Why do you curse?

Song Yunran was taken aback, and was about to refute angrily when he felt that the power confined to the top of his neck had disappeared.

Qin Ke turned his back in silence, as if he was still a little far away.

His breathing was a little heavier than usual, and he fell to his ears messily, unable to hear the specific emotions, but he seemed to be agitated.

Song Yunran seemed to understand, but he would rather not understand.

After a while, Qin Ke got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face.

When I came back, I felt a layer of chill, and my tone returned to normal: "I'm sorry."

There is no need to apologize, Song Yunran thought embarrassingly.

He has been an adult man for two lifetimes, and some things can be figured out with a little thought.

It's just that he didn't expect that such an accident would happen between himself and Qin Ke.

It's embarrassing.

In order to alleviate this long period of embarrassment, Song Yunran decided to change the subject: "Do you know why I am afraid of ghosts?"

"Um?"

"I told you that when I was young, my parents were too busy with work to get home, so they hired three nanny to take care of me."

"Then what?" Qin Ke was really distracted.

Song Yunran said: "The nanny who takes care of me to sleep is a pervert. Don’t the kids have to listen to bedtime stories? She tells me ghost stories every day. I don’t want to listen. Children are afraid of ghosts'."

Qin Ke frowned: "You didn't tell anyone else?"

"I was too young at the time, and I believed whatever the adults said."

Looking back on the past, Song Yunran felt ridiculously funny. "The babysitter said that my parents are not willing to go home because I am not behaved. She is cultivating my courage and making me a brave and good child, so absolutely I can’t tell this secret, otherwise I won’t be a good boy again.”

That kind of life lasted for more than half a year.

Until one day, Xiao Song Yunran couldn't stand it anymore, crying and secretly calling his mother, saying that he had worked very hard to be a good child.

After repeatedly questioning, Bai Wanning pieced together the truth from the words of her son's grievance.

Ning Dong’s senior executives still remember that it was the first time he saw the elegant and decent Bai Dong. After hanging up, he broke a cell phone in public in the meeting room.

Song Yunran concluded: "My parents rushed back that afternoon. I don't know how to deal with it. Since then, I have never seen the nanny again."

Qin Ke closed his eyes in silence, and the picture of Song Yunran receiving the award came to mind in his previous life.

At that time he felt that Song Yunran was standing on the stage with a dimple on his cheek and countless stars in his eyes, like a carefree little prince.

But he didn't know until now that the little prince had also met a bad witch.

Song Yunran shouldn't have been in the utility room just now.

Qin Ke thought, he had known this a long time ago. On the set of "Happy Anniversary", he should have stopped people as soon as he saw Song Yunran entering the prop room.

"Why don't you speak anymore."

Song Yunran waited impatiently, and urged, "Are you moved by my story, you are quietly clenching fists with tears?"

Qin Ke slowly opened his eyes, and with the dim moonlight outside the window, placed his hand on the top of Song Yunran's hair.

The slender fingers lightly patted his head with comforting power.

Still didn't say anything.

Song Yunran seemed to understand: "Ah, are you embarrassed to tell me directly? Then let me guess. You must be thinking, "Dear President Song, now you are the most powerful president in the world. No monsters dare to hurt you!'."

"Yeah." Qin Ke smiled lightly, "It's almost like that."

Although this is just one sentence.

Qin Ke thought that if he could go back in time, he would definitely find that little Song Yunran, and then tell him: "Don't be afraid, you are the best kid in the world."

"Holiday Slow Travel" is a recording format of filming and broadcasting.

At the end of the day’s shooting, the material for the first phase is completely sufficient.

This production company is a veteran of variety shows, and immediately started editing after getting the material, and successfully caught up with the broadcast time of the platform preview.

At 8 o'clock on Saturday night, the first issue of "Holiday Slow Travel" was launched.

The long-awaited audience almost squeezed the broadcasting platform, while Song Yunran, one of the six guests, was sitting at home playing games.

The recording time arranged by the program group is very reasonable. It only takes three days to record each time, and the guests will be sent back to handle other scattered tasks. After three days, they will start together, and the loop will continue until the end of the recording.

Song Yunran specially called He Ziyou home today to pass the time.

It's a pity that He Ziyou was absent-minded throughout the whole process and complained while rubbing the handle: "You must play the game? Can't you really let me take a good look at "Holiday Slow Travel"?"

Song Yunran expressionlessly: "How old is it, what variety shows are you watching, can you focus on playing games?"

He didn't want to see the ridiculous picture that he was almost crying from the Bluetooth speaker.

He Ziyou put down the handle: "Stop playing, I still want to watch variety shows."

Song Yunran did not expect He Ziyou to be so expectant for his first variety show.

He glanced at the other person and asked puzzledly: "But I am sitting right in front of you, isn't it more cordial than on the screen?"

He Ziyou said coldly: "Be more sober, have you forgotten that Dai Lao was my goddess from childhood?"

Song Yunran: "..."

Oh, I didn't want to see him, that's all right.

Can't stop people from chasing stars.

He silently switched the game to single player mode. While playing alone, he occasionally glanced at He Ziyou who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa.

He Ziyou didn't care about him at all, wearing headphones showed the boy's silly face, and from time to time he made a few laughs that didn't sound clever, and he looked quite devoted.

Song Yunran gave a "tsk", feeling very boring for some reason, and couldn't even lift his favorite game.

He mechanically controlled the villain in the game to jump over several cliffs one after another, and the sentence "Unfortunately Qin Ke was not at home tonight" came out of his mind for no apparent reason.

No, I wonder what Qin Ke is doing!

Song Yunran was taken aback by his thoughts, and quickly concentrated, but when he looked up, he found that the villain had fallen off the cliff.

He was stunned for a few seconds, put down his phone and planned to change the game.

As a result, as soon as he got up to get the cassette, he saw He Ziyouzheng looking at himself with a word.

"..." Song Yunran explained, "I was slippery just now, otherwise at my level, I wouldn't be able to pass this level."

Unexpectedly, He Ziyou's eyes became more subtle.

Song Yunran's heart trembled. Did he already see the section in the utility room and want to laugh at me as a coward?

Shouldn't it. According to his internal information, the program group should treat that segment as a suspense, and save it for the second issue?

But in that case, why does He Ziyou look distorted?

Song Yunran became more confused as he thought about it, so he simply dropped the game and slipped to the master bedroom upstairs in the name of taking a bath.

He locked the door of the bathroom, took out his mobile phone and meditated for a moment, after thinking about it, he clicked into an entertainment forum, and planned to see the real-time feedback from netizens.

I have to say that contemporary netizens are sometimes very caring.

As soon as he clicked in, he saw that the top of the forum was a focused discussion thread of "Slow Travel on Holiday".

Song Yunran glanced at the ten lines, and focused on the content related to him. Looking at it, his fists clenched unconsciously.

[Hello, is the program group there? The script is too exaggerated. It calculates 520 in one second. Are you afraid that we won't see Song Yunran cheating? 】

[Can't it be people who have long been smoking 520 carved cigarettes? 】

[I seem to have realized something. 】

"???"

Forget it, continue to look down.

[Wrapping paper reasoning... faintly arrived. 】

[I figured it out, but I don’t say it, letting you play the stage to your heart’s content, it’s so showy. 】

[Who is showing the aunt's smile? Oh, it turned out to be me, the drug-feeding chicken. 】

Song Yunran: "..."

Why did it happen again, can these people do some business day by day!

Isn't it enough to praise my perceptive power of observation?

Song Yunran was very angry. He suspected that there was a rhythm in this post. After thinking about it for a few seconds, he reported all the replies.

A few minutes later, the forum text message jumped out, telling him that the administrator rejected his report.

Song Yunran squeezed the phone tightly, incompetent and furious.

He paced back and forth in the bathroom, and finally decided to paralyze himself with work.

Song Yunran called Assistant Tang: "How is the popularity now?"

"Exceeded expectations," Assistant Tang was full of excitement, "Mr. Song, it's worthy of you. The first time you appeared on the screen, it caused a lot of discussions. Someone in the official blog commented for you!"

Song Yunran was shocked: "What is it?"

Assistant Tang: "A natural president? A strong mental arithmetic? Tonggu Village's face value eating and broadcasting [爱心], the only official designated prince [爱心] of Ningdong Group, does not lose a share of @宋昀然[爱心][爱心]."

Song Yunran became numb, and only after a long while said, "Emoji don't have to be pronounced."

"...Okay." Assistant Tang cleared his throat, "Mr. Song, do you want to contact the platform to take advantage of this wave of heat to send out the propaganda notice of "After Meeting You"?"

Song Yunran had this intention: "Tell me, I'll forward it."

Yes, he worked so hard to participate in variety shows, the purpose of which is to contribute to the promotion of the upcoming web series.

Although the netizens who finished watching "Slow Traveling on Holiday" are a bit weird, he believes that with his own power, he will be able to turn things around!

Half an hour later, Song Yunran came out of the shower, and the moment he swiped the comment on Weibo, he couldn't help becoming dazed.

[Mom helps you to control comments everywhere, but you post a small advertisement here? 】

[Hello, Mr. Song, what other bets you have made with Qin Ke, how big the game is, can you tell me? Don't treat your distinguished VIP members as outsiders. 】

[Zaizai, tell mom, you clearly entered the small black room, why did the next announcement come out of the same room as Qin Ke? Mom is very concerned and waits for a reply online. 】

Looking at each comment, Song Yunran was not very good.

He took a few deep breaths, stunned and ran downstairs, grabbed He Ziyou, who was playing on his mobile phone in the living room, and poured bitter water fiercely.

Finally, he concluded unconvincingly: "The brain circuits of netizens in this session are really hard to understand."

Unexpectedly, after He Ziyou listened, he looked at him unexpectedly: "So you and Qin Ke are all just interacting normally?"

"if not?"

"Aren't you trying to compete with thousands of troops?"

"...What is an army?"

He Ziyou was silent for a long time, and finally held Song Yunran's hands in a sincere tone: "Don't blame the netizens, here I suggest you watch the video and review yourself."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution during 2021-07-0321:00:00~2021-07-1020:48:13.

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