After Rebirth, I Decided To Inherit the Family Property

As Qin Ke expected, Mr. Song's plan did not go smoothly.

"It's fooling around again!"

After listening to his demands, his father Song Jidong was the first to speak out against him, "What are you thinking about all day?!"

Mr. Song was frightened by Mr. Song's reaction, and he almost didn't hold the vegetables in the plate.

Today is the weekend. Taking advantage of the rare chance that his parents are at home, he made a special trip back to the villa for dinner, just to let his parents pick a Ningdong product to endorse Qin Ke, but he encountered such strong opposition.

Song Yunran immediately retorted: "Why am I fooling around? Anyway, you have to hire a spokesperson, just give it to my company's artists, isn't it right? I checked in advance, this month you have two product spokesperson contracts expired, and both No new spokesperson has been selected yet, it is particularly suitable to sign a contract with us now."

Song Jidong didn't expect that his son would come prepared for the purpose of collecting his own wool.

He is the president of Ningdong Group, and all the matters of finding spokespersons are handed over to his subordinates. How can I know which product line has signed which kind of cooperation with which artist, but he still asked without changing his face, "It depends on you. Look, what are the advantages of your company's artists, how can they compare with previous spokespersons?"

Song Yunran's tone was serious: "He will be very popular in the future. Really, dad, you believe me, sign him early and earn early."

Song Jidong didn’t believe it: “When you asked Ning Dong to provide space for Galaxy’s TV series for free, you said the same. Do you think it will work for the same reason twice? It seems that my father has been too indulging you recently.”

He said this sentence very solemnly, in order to let his son realize his father's majesty, and then retreat in the face of difficulties.

Unexpectedly, Song Yunran raised his head abruptly: "Dad, can you repeat what you just said?"

Song Jidong: "?"

He repeated without knowing it: "You let Ning Dong..."

"No, the last sentence is fine." Song Yunran interrupted him.

Song Jidong cleared his throat: "It seems that my father has been too indulging you recently."

Wow, so handsome.

Song Yunran applauded wildly in his heart, as he deserves to be a real father.

He learned this sentence.

Song Jidong found his son's face excited and couldn't help frowning: "Do you understand?"

"understood."

Song Yunran sighed heavily, then shook his head again, seeming to be extremely disappointed in his father.

Song Jidong: "Are you still not convinced?"

Song Yunran lowered his eyelashes: "No, I'm just a little sad."

He squeezed the look on his face, acting disappointed like a collapse of faith, "I thought you could be as smart as director Tan Ming, and at a glance I can see that my artist is a potential stock. I didn't expect...oh, forget it."

Song Jidong choked.

He doesn't know much about the current entertainment industry, but Director Tan is a director he admires very much.

Because he and his wife Bai Wanning liked to watch movies together when they were studying. Once they watched a movie by Director Tan, they talked about the romantic love of the hero in the movie on the way back to the dormitory. , Achieved the perfect sublimation from classmate to lover.

For Song Jidong, the name Tan Ming is very meaningful.

He didn't know that Qin Ke was the actor in Tan Ming's second play, but now that he knows it, he has faintly started to waver.

Perhaps a newcomer who can be favored by his love mentor is really something that can be created?

Song Jidong couldn't make up his mind, so he turned his attention to his wife.

Bai Wanning didn't say a word just now, watching the father and son pecking each other for a long time, only then slowly said: "Yunran, you are also the president of a company now, you can't be so naive."

Song Yun then took a cold shoulder, thinking that he was finished.

Since childhood, his family's food chain status is very obvious. He and Song Jidong still have disputes about who is at the bottom, but the one sitting at the top is undoubtedly Bai Wanning, chairman of Ningdong Group.

So as soon as Bai Dong spoke, Xiao Song was persuaded.

He curled his lips and asked in a low voice, "Really not?"

Bai Wanning put down his chopsticks and said, "Who said no? Since you want it, you can borrow Ningdong's resources at will in the future as long as it is within a reasonable range."

Song Yunran met his mother's gaze in disbelief, suspecting that he had heard it wrong.

"But you have to promise your mother to make Galaxy's net profit reach more than 500 million within two years."

Bai Wanning said it was light and windy, as if 500 million was just drizzle, "Otherwise, Galaxy Entertainment will be ours, okay?"

Song Yunran was slightly startled: "Then what should I do?"

Bai Wanning smiled: "You, tidy up and see which daughter wants it, let's get married."

With a bang, Song Yunran slid from the dining chair to the ground.

"Unfortunately, I don't think any girl would want to marry you."

That night, it was another bar.

He Ziyou shook the glass and said melancholy: "Unexpectedly, Aunt Bai also had a misstep one day."

Song Yunran "Kacha" bit the potato chips in his mouth and asked angrily, "Why do you say that."

Although he didn't want to embark on the road of being married, but his good friend's remarks were too hurtful.

He Ziyou looked at him with a hatred of iron and steel, "I'm telling the truth, okay? You don't think any girl likes you, otherwise, how could you be single until now."

Song Yunran became even more angry: "I used to have girls handing me love letters!"

It's just that at that time, he was a star with all his heart and mind, and he was very idol consciously cut off all peach blossom luck with his own hands, resolutely not leaving any possible black history for future acting career.

He Ziyou disdain: "Oh, so do you think there are any more now?"

Song Yunran was taken aback for a moment, and then found the reason: "Now that I am the president, I am so busy at work every day, how can I have time to fall in love."

He Ziyou said coldly: "Have you ever watched a TV series, don’t the president be too popular? Domineering presidents fall in love with me. This is a popular theme that lasts forever. Fortunately, you are the boss of an entertainment company. Don't understand."

Song Yunran would not understand.

The script that Zhong Xiaofeng just handed in is this theme.

But when He Ziyou said, he felt that there was some truth, so he had no shame to ask: "Why is this?"

He Ziyou looked at him: "In my sister's words, even if a girl likes you, it's not like her boyfriend."

Song Yunran was stunned on the spot as if struck by lightning.

He remembered that when he was an artist in his previous life, when he saw Qin Ke accept a men's facial cleanser to endorse, he asked the agent to contact the competitor of that brand, hoping to win the endorsement and compete with Qin Ke.

Unexpectedly, the agent said: "You are not suitable for this."

Song Yunran was not convinced: "Qin Ke can pick it up, can't I?"

"Listen to my analysis with you. Looking for a male artist for a daily product like facial cleanser is nothing more than a hint to consumers. I hope that men will think that they can be as handsome as Qin Ke after using it. The woman saw that her boyfriend could be as handsome as Qin Ke with it."

"Am I not handsome?!"

"Handsome is handsome, but if you take a photo, it may only remind you of washing your brother or son's face."

The agent spoke earnestly and persuaded, "You haven’t read the results of the fan data analysis submitted by Fanyun? Of your fans, 30% are sister fans and 67% are mom fans. The proportion of the remaining girlfriend fans... alas, no Mention it."

Song Yunran didn't believe it at the time, but now he heard that his sister who was still in high school said so, she couldn't help but fall into deep self-doubt.

Seeing that he didn't speak, He Ziyou continued: "Moreover, you have nothing to do with Qin Ke. It would be immoral to marry a girl. Don't become a scum like Chu Xiaochen, OK, I will spit on you. "

Song Yunran was not angry: "I didn't have anything to do with Qin Ke!"

He finally found a chance to clarify, explained the whole story from beginning to end, and then concluded, "Now I know, I just want to be his father. It's just that Qin Ke himself likes me, which caused you to misunderstand me. ."

He Ziyou didn't say a word after listening.

After drinking a glass of wine in silence, he looked over after hesitant to speak, and thought for a while and said: "There is a word, I don't know if it is appropriate to say it."

"There is nothing we can't talk about." Song Yunran said it didn't matter.

He Zi lobbied: "If I were you, I am afraid there would only be two guesses."

He paused, and found that Song Yunran was still in a daze, so he said directly, "Either he is good at taking care of others, or he deliberately pleases the boss."

Song Yunran: "...?"

Really, I don't believe it.

He Ziyou asked: "Why are you so sure that a person of the same **** who treats you well means that he likes you?"

Song Yunran was confident: "That's how my instincts told me."

"I don't think so."

He Ziyou patted him on the shoulder, looking sincerely, "Maybe your instinct is actually saying that you are gay, brother."

There was another bang.

Song Yunran slid to the ground again.

Song Yunran fell twice in one day, and his whole body was not good.

But compared to the physical pain, the mental shock made him suffer more.

He limped back home, lying on the sofa for a long time unable to calm down.

Do I like men? He asked himself and found that he had no clue, he only knew who he had never liked in the sense of love since he was a child.

And compared to the problem of sexual orientation, there is another problem in front of him.

Should we agree to Bai Wanning's request?

Song Yunran was extremely anxious. Thinking back to her mother's eyes at that time, she felt that her subtext was saying, "This piglet is raised so big, and it is time to make a contribution to the family."

No, Song Yunran thought, he would never marry.

Although there are not a few young people around who follow their parents' arrangements for marriage, Song Yunran thinks that is not fun at all.

Moreover, his parents just came together freely in love, and they couldn't go backwards here instead.

It's better to lose face this time, tell Qin Ke that he can't solve the matter, go home and cry and kneel down with your biological father begging for mercy.

Song Yunran stretched out his hand and touched the phone from the coffee table: [Are you there? 】

After the news was sent, he secretly spurned.

Normally, he hates other people's messages and only asks if they are there or not, and he is so hesitant even if the governor is now.

There was a "ding".

Qin Ke replied: [? 】

A simple question mark extended many meanings in Song Yunran's eyes at this time.

He stared at the screen anxiously, as if it were Qin Ke's disappointed questioning and suspicion.

Song Yunran's face blushed, thinking that his mother was right, he was really naive.

He casually boasted about Haikou with people, but returned without success. He was not a mature president at all.

Song Yunran tightened the corners of his mouth, typing and deleting the text in the input box, and deleting and typing.

After tossing like this for a long time, I didn't think of a suitable wording.

He inexplicably remembered the social news that the poor father had lost his job and was afraid to tell the children at home. He could only wander and pace outside the house in sorrow. He felt more and more that his father's love was really a heavy responsibility.

The sudden ringing of the doorbell interrupted his reflection.

Song Yunran was startled, raised his neck and looked at the door nervously.

He seemed to guess who was knocking on the door.

In the next second, Qin Ke's voice sounded: "President Xiao Song, are you at home?"

Across the heavy door, his words sounded a little dull, with inexplicable seriousness.

Song Yunran held his breath and dared not respond.

But immediately after the phone rang.

do not!

Song Yunran yelled in his heart. He turned the volume of his phone to the maximum in the bar today. People outside must have heard it!

Then he lowered his head and found that Qin Ke was calling.

Song Yunran didn't hang up, nor did he answer. Finally, he simply threw the phone on the sofa, got up with difficulty, and moved slowly behind the door, trying to see what Qin Ke was going to do.

His family had the same video doorbell as Qin Ke, and Song Yunran stood by the door and saw a gully frowned between Qin Ke's eyebrows.

After a while, probably because no one answered the phone, Qin Ke had to hang up.

The ringtone was finally quiet, and Song Yunran was also relieved.

Unexpectedly, Qin Ke quickly stepped aside and made another call.

This time, Song Yunran's cell phone did not ring.

But he watched Qin Ke's lips close together, but couldn't hear what the other party was saying, so he had to put his ear to the door and listen hard.

Qin Ke: "Well, please send a security guard up as soon as possible, I suspect that something has happened to him."

Song Yunran was taken aback for a moment, but Qin Ke actually called the property center if he didn't think so well.

He didn't want things to be a big deal, so he couldn't think about it, so he opened the door and said, "I'm fine!"

But after all he came a few seconds late, Qin Ke had already hung up the communication.

Song Yunran forcibly endured his physical discomfort and staggered over: "You quickly tell the property, don't let people run for nothing."

Qin Ke didn't say a word, looked up thoughtfully, looked at him up and down a few times, and then whispered, "What's the matter with you?"

"It's just two falls."

Song Yunran thought of the two reasons for wrestling, no matter which one made him embarrassed, he lowered his head uncomfortably and whispered, "Promise me, don't ask anything."

A hint of suspicion passed through Qin Ke's eyes.

He lowered his eyes solemnly, and saw Song Yunran's white skin glowing abnormally, as if he was suffering from an extremely dangerous and serious illness.

Who is Song Yunran? Young Master Jin Gui who has to go to the hospital for observation for a day when he hits the door and asks someone to take care of him.

I fell twice today and limped while walking, but abnormally asked him not to ask anything?

Something is abnormal and something must be wrong.

Qin Ke asked: "Where did you fall?"

Song Yunran shook his head frantically, "I told you not to ask!"

The more he said that, the more Qin Ke felt that the problem was serious.

He put the phone back in his pocket, and took a few steps forward: "Let me see."

Song Yunran was nervous and speechless, and said irritably, "I said no, why are you like this! Do you want to take off my pants!"

As soon as the voice fell, the elevator door opened.

Qin Ke: "..."

Song Yunran: "..."

Fully armed security guards: "..."

Excuse me, we are not here at the right time, right?

The author has something to say: Security: We are under too much pressure that this job shouldn’t have.

In addition, let me just say that my mother didn’t really want to marry Mr. Song, she just didn’t want to watch her son continue to be stupid, so she would use the method of agitation~