After Rebirth, I Decided To Inherit the Family Property

The noise was too loud.

The greeter standing at the door was taken aback, and Shen Yiyi, who was closest to Song Yunran, almost screamed.

She hurried forward: "Are you okay?"

If it wasn't for his boss's face, Song Yunran really wanted to open his mouth and yell.

He covered his forehead and said in pain, "I suspect that I have a concussion."

Shen Yiyi was shocked.

She asked her friend to find Song Yunran's contact information to ask someone out for dinner, just to thank him for his righteous speech.

Unexpectedly, before entering the restaurant, Song Yunran suffered a heavy physical blow.

Shen Yiyi turned his head in wonder, how could Song Yunran not see such a big door.

Before she could take her gaze back, the door suddenly clicked, and the tempered glass on the door splintered like a spider web.

"..."

Everyone looked at Song Yunran's eyes with a little admiration, what an iron head.

Song Yunran looked at it, and his face suddenly became pale.

He finally reborn once, don't be knocked into a brain hemorrhage and confess here!

"Quick, take me to the hospital."

Song Yunran suspected that he would be dying soon.

So after a period of turmoil, Song Yunran was sent to the nearest private hospital.

The doctor checked him: "Mr. Song, the CT results show that there is no intracranial injury, but for insurance purposes, it is recommended that you stay in the hospital for observation for one day."

Song Yunran was as angry as a gossamer: "Okay."

Shen Yiyi, who came with him, was extremely guilty: "How many phone numbers do you have at home, I will notify your uncles and aunts."

"Don't tell them!" Song Yunran refused, "If they knew that I was walking and playing with a mobile phone, I would definitely be scolded."

Shen Yiyi was silent, and then said, "Then I can hire a caregiver for you?"

Song Yunran was just about to nod, and then he thought about it wrong.

Isn't this Qin Ke's fault in the final analysis?

If Qin Ke didn't say hello and suddenly released Zhong Xiaofeng's big move, would he be so excited that he hit the door?

Thinking of this, Song Yunran raised his head tenaciously: "Get my phone."

Qin Ke waited in the restaurant for a long time, before Song Yunran's response, he left the scene early.

Anyway, he came here today just to keep Zhong Xiaofeng, and didn't intend to hear Cheng Jiaming brag there.

When halfway down, the phone rang.

Qin Ke answered the phone: "President Xiao Song?"

"Well, it's me."

Song Yunran's tone was faint, as if he was going to die soon, "I sent you a location on WeChat, please come over quickly."

Qin Ke cut to WeChat and checked, "Are you sick?"

Song Yunran was too lazy to explain: "Anyway, you come here soon!"

The breath of this sentence was so strong that Qin Ke was even more uncertain whether it was sick or not.

However, after hanging up, he asked the taxi driver to diverted to the hospital.

The floors of the VIP wards of private hospitals are always much quieter than other floors.

Qin Ke and the nurse on duty inquired about Song Yunran's ward, and when he found him, he stood outside the door, and first raised his hand and knocked on the door.

It was a strange woman who opened the door.

The other party looked at him up and down and asked vigilantly: "Who are you looking for?"

"Is Xiao Song always here?" Qin Ke asked.

Song Yunran's voice came from the ward: "Did Qin Ke arrive?"

Shen Yiyi was startled. Just now, when she heard Song Yunran's voice on the phone, she thought it would be a servant of the Song family, but she didn't expect it to be such a young and handsome man, he would never be a servant. Person or caregiver.

But soon she smiled politely: "Come in."

Qin Ke walked into the ward and stopped when he saw the person lying on the bed.

Song Yunran bulged a bag on his forehead, which looked scary at first glance.

But he just lay there playing with his mobile phone as usual, and he seemed to be fine.

Qin Ke thought for a while, still asked, "Did you bump your head? Is it serious?"

Song Yunran coldly snorted, "What do you think."

That's not serious anymore.

Qin Ke breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at Shen Yiyi next to him. He was not sure who the other party was, nor could he understand Song Yunran's purpose for calling him.

It can’t be the company’s corporate culture. New recruits must visit the president.

Shen Yiyi also had the same confusion in his heart, and he was secretly speculating, when he heard Qin Ke ask: "How did you hit it?"

"It's not all to blame you." Song Yunran immediately complained, "Send me a good message, if it wasn't for seeing what you said, I wouldn't hit the door."

This tone is not right how it sounds.

Shen Yiyi frowned and understood that this was acting like a baby.

After figuring out this level, why Song Yunran only notified Qin Ke to come to the hospital to take care of him, so there is no need to say more.

Sure enough, Song Yunran immediately said: "You have to stay and take care of me tonight, don't you know?"

Qin Ke stayed quiet for a few seconds, and was defeated by the opponent's self-contained logic: "Okay."

Speaking of this, Shen Yiyi knew he couldn't stay longer.

She took the leather bag and said with a smile: "Then I won't bother you two. You are cured another day, and I will invite you to dinner again."

The second half of the sentence was addressed to Song Yunran, but seeing the youth still staring at Qin Ke, as if she hadn't heard what she said at all, she shrugged helplessly and quietly exited.

Before closing the door, she heard Qin Ke ask again: "How can I take care of you?"

"I haven't eaten dinner yet," Song Yunran replied, "You can help me buy something to eat."

Qin Ke: "Oden?"

Song Yunran: "How come it's oden again? Can't you buy something other than this?"

Shen Yiyi took a deep breath, listening to the flirtatious interest, and thinking about his unfortunate marriage, it was really mixed. Finally, she glanced at the ward, replaced words with her eyes, and silently offered sincere blessings to the two of them.

Qin Ke stood by the bed, bowed his head and asked, "Then what do you want to eat?"

Song Yunran didn't know that his favorite restaurants were the fixed ones, which were far away from the hospital and couldn't be delivered to him for a while.

He swiped the map of his phone to see what to eat nearby. He glanced at it and thought the light was too dim: "You help me turn on the ceiling light."

Qin Ke looked at the bedside switch less than half a meter away from Song Yunran and raised his eyebrows.

Forget it, just treat it as Mr. Song Jingui.

Can't afford to toss.

So he stepped forward and pressed the light switch, and turned his face to ask, "Is he thinking about it?", when he saw the swelling on Song Yunran's forehead, which happened to be dazzled by the newly turned on ceiling light, as if his head had grown. Small light bulbs.

"..."

Qin Ke thought to himself, Song Yunran definitely didn't know how funny he was now, otherwise he would never make a special trip to call him over.

Song Yunran is still concerned about his dinner: "This porridge shop looks good. But if I pack it back, will the taste change, or I will go to the restaurant to eat it?"

Qin Ke cleared his throat: "I'll buy it for you."

Promise me not to go out ashamed, or you will regret it forever.

"you sure?"

Song Yunran glanced at him suspiciously. This person was reluctant to turn on a light just now, could it be...

"Don't you want to take the opportunity to escape? No, I have to go personally."

Qin Ke couldn't stand it anymore, and stopped him to persuade him: "Mr. Song, you give me a chance to make up for it."

His expression is too sincere, and there is no trace of performance.

Song Yunran stunned and retracted into the bed to lie down, thinking against the small light bulb on his forehead, it turns out that Qin Ke really felt so guilty.

"Then you go and come back soon." He urged, "I'm going to starve to death."

After Qin Ke left, Song Yunran lay on the bed, still recalling the other's expression.

Qin Ke looked very nervous, and Jane reached the point of anxiety, but just bumped her forehead and stayed in the hospital for observation. People who didn't know thought he was dying.

Or…

Qin Ke is just a stubborn mouth, actually he has already taken him seriously as a father?

No way, Song Yunran let out a chuckle.

No need, really no need, he was not badly injured.

Song Yunran was happy for a while, got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

He turned on the light in the bathroom and glanced across the mirror opposite the door. After a few seconds, he felt something was wrong, and then looked back.

Then he was stunned on the spot.

After a long time, Song Yunran rarely broke out a foul language: "Fuck!"

Why is it swollen like this!

It wasn't that serious when I first entered the hospital!

So Qin Ke didn't let go out just now...

I'm just afraid that he will be embarrassed and angrily laughed outside?

After realizing this, Song Yunran's heart couldn't calm down.

He paced back and forth in the bathroom, and before he thought about how to face Qin Ke, he heard the door opening sound outside.

As soon as Qin Ke walked in, he saw Song Yunran pounce from the bathroom and grabbed his neckline: "Why didn't you remind me just now!"

Fortunately, he did not leave the hospital, otherwise Mr. Song's glorious image would be ruined!

Qin Ke was caught off guard and almost overturned the porridge in his hand.

He was afraid that it would be hot to Song Yunran, so he had to raise his arms tactically and leaned back: "I reminded you, sit down and eat first."

Song Yunran still had the thought of eating, he wrinkled his face and said depressed: "Hurry up and help me see, is this swollen abnormally?"

Helpless, Qin Ke was forced to stare at the small light bulb for a few seconds: "It's okay, not serious."

"Really?" Song Yunran didn't believe it. "You don't know how badly I hit, so big pieces of glass were broken by me."

Qin Ke: "???"

Really, then you are pretty good.

"Anyway, can you let me go first?"

He tightened the corners of his lips, trying to maintain the precarious self-esteem of President Song, "It's okay, it's actually pretty good if you take a closer look..."

Song Yunran's expression was painful: "What is it?"

Qin Ke lowered his head and looked at Song Yunran at close range for a moment.

Song Yunran's skin is very white, and he looks like a pampered young master. Now his forehead is swollen, his earlobes and neck are red because of anger. It does not look ugly, but because of the misery and resentment in his eyes. Appears more than usual...

"Well, it's cute." Qin Ke replied in a low voice.

The two were too close, the warm breath intertwined, and Qin Ke's low and gentle voice made Song Yunran stunned.

When his consciousness finally returned, he was already sitting on the bed and drinking porridge.

Qin Ke praised him for being cute just now.

Song Yun then came back to his senses with hindsight, Qin Ke actually praised him for being cute? !

Is it reasonable?

Is this what a son should say to his father?

Song Yunran swallowed his porridge and decided to revive his family.

He glared at Qin Ke who was sitting on the sofa and threatened viciously: "You must remember that this matter is not allowed to spread to the outside world. If a third person knows about it, be careful that I block you!"

Qin Ke nodded as usual: "Okay."

After a half-time pause, he asked more slowly, "But Mr. Song, will you ask me to keep it a secret? Isn't it a bit too much?"

"..."

Song Yunran thought desperately, sooner or later he would be **** off by this rebellious son.