After Rebirth, I Decided To Inherit the Family Property

The location of the commercial shooting was set in the suburbs of Yan City.

When Song Yunran got out of the car, his eyes narrowed by the fierce sun.

He has been active indoors with air-conditioning for a long time, and he usually doesn't feel how terrifying the temperature after the summer. Today, when he went outside without shelter, he found that the sun was hot on his skin.

Came to the wrong place.

In this weather, he certainly didn't want to walk around and move his legs.

Assistant Tang came over in time with an umbrella: "Mr. Song, go here."

Needless to say, Song Yunran also knows where the shooting location is.

It was about two to three hundred meters away from them. Several conspicuous awnings stood there, making it difficult to see them.

When they approached, the shooting scenes came into view clearly.

How to say it, at first glance, there is no other idea, just one word, hot.

The theme of this shooting is the brand's new autumn and winter products. Qin Ke is surrounded by the scorching sun and a few photography lights, wearing a long black trench coat.

But after a few more glances, the enthusiasm seems to have gradually evaporated.

Standing on the grass, Qin Ke changed his movements and angles according to the photographer's instructions.

The look between his eyebrows and eyes was very pale, with a reserved chill, and the large white poplar forest behind him set off each other, setting off a somewhat quiet and deserted atmosphere to the picture.

It is obviously a hot summer, but it makes people feel that in a while, there will be cold snowflakes falling in the sky.

"Very good, give a side face again, yes, very good."

The photographer was full of praise for his performance.

Song Yunran recognized the photographer.

The well-known technology in the circle is good and bad tempered, and the fact that the model is crying and crying has long been known to everyone.

At this moment, he kept pressing the shutter, and the joy on his face was obviously satisfied with Qin Ke to the extreme.

Song Yunran was in a delicate mood, because he was scolded by the photographer in his previous life.

He was not scolded like others, but he still remembers that when he first worked with him, he was about the same age as Qin Ke now. He got a chance to be on the cover of a magazine and was so excited all night. Did not sleep well.

When I arrived on the set the next day, not long after the shooting, the photographer put down the camera and said coldly: "I lost my soul on the way here?"

Song Yunran didn't lose his soul at the time, but his face was completely lost.

Although after the shooting that day, the photographer still praised his high savvy, but compared to Qin Ke's current treatment, it is simply the difference between heaven and earth.

"Tsk."

Recalling the past, Song Yunran was a little unhappy.

He retreated to sit under the awning, and saw Chen Jing who was accompanying him chatting with Assistant Tang, and he beckoned to call people over and asked, "It has been so smooth today?"

Chen Jing smiled and said, "Yes, Qin Ke behaved so well, completely beyond our expectations."

She pointed to the person in charge of the brand not far away, and whispered, "They were not at ease before, but now they have nothing to say."

Song Yunran nodded wiltingly.

This is unreasonable, so how could he use the excuse that "Qin Ke definitely won't work when the filming started" to honour himself!

Unexpectedly, Chen Jing's conversation changed: "Mr. Song, the company has really digged into treasure this time. You can see Qin Ke at a glance when you just took over Xinghe. This vision and courage is simply a role model for all our agents."

Chen Jing is not the kind of person who likes flattery.

The manner and tone of her words were extremely sincere, proving that she was really thinking like this in her heart.

Song Yunran stood up again.

He raised his chin, as proud as a rooster that won a great battle in battle, but even pretended to be humble: "Don't say that. It's bad for outsiders to hear you. You can talk about it at the company's annual meeting."

Chen Jing: "..."

It means that you personally appointed me for the annual meeting program?

The two of them were chatting here, and the photographer over there, after taking a set of clothes, told him that he could rest for ten minutes before changing to another set.

As soon as the camera was removed, Qin Ke breathed a sigh of relief.

Regardless of how well you concealed it during shooting, the discomfort of getting too hot for heatstroke is always real.

Assistant Xiao Ke came over with a fan and ice water: "Mr. Song is here too."

"Well, I saw it."

Qin Ke took a sip of water, took off his windbreaker and handed it to the brand staff, and said to the other party, "Can you wait a moment?"

The staff also understood very well: "It's okay, you take a rest before you shoot."

Several portable air conditioners were placed in the awning, and the cool breeze was blowing, and the inside was a few degrees lower than the outside.

Qin Ke felt a little more comfortable, and walked over to say hello: "Mr. Song."

Song Yunran turned his head, his eyes stagnated.

The chair he was sitting on was very short. As soon as he turned his head, he focused on Qin Ke's waist and abdomen height.

Said to be shooting autumn and winter clothes, it is impossible for people to really wear three layers inside and outside.

Now that he took off the trench coat, Qin Ke was wearing a white T with a base, the fabric was thinly attached to his body, and the thin lines inside were faintly visible.

Song Yunran breathed unreasonably: "Why are you standing? Sit down and talk."

"Sit with me." Chen Jing took the initiative to give up her seat, "I'll go to Assistant Tang to talk about something."

Qin Ke thanked him and sat down where Chen Jing was before.

At this moment, Song Yunran felt something was wrong again.

The cooling range of the portable air conditioner is too small. The two chairs are close together. Before Chen Jing sat there, it was nothing. Now Qin Ke sits down, it seems like a big stove suddenly appears next to him. Even if they don’t touch each other, he can feel it. The body temperature of the opponent.

This was about to change, Song Yunran might tell him to go away.

But someone just finished taking a set of photos under the scorching sun, and probably just wanted to come over and rub the air conditioner. It's not easy to be a boss to drive people away.

Speaking out is detrimental to Mr. Song's wise image.

Qin Ke saw his brows furrowed, and suddenly asked, "Is he hurt?"

Song Yunran was struggling, and was caught off guard when he heard that Qin Ke cared about his **** as soon as he opened his mouth, he almost fell down before sitting firmly.

He barely stabilized his figure and said angrily: "What are you asking?"

Qin Ke raised his eyebrows and said quietly: "My fault, I will ask when there are only two of us."

"Can't you just ask? Since I'm sitting here, it must be better."

Song Yunran didn't know where the shyness and anger in his heart came from. While despising himself for being a hypocritical man, he picked up the collar of the T-shirt and fanned his face.

His T-shirt is loose-fitting and has a wide neckline.

Pulling hard a few times, a small piece of skin on the chest is exposed.

It's pretty white.

The staff who provoke a few passing by can't help but look at them frequently.

Qin Ke was silent for a few seconds, and finally couldn't stand it any longer, and helped him pull the collar well: "Pay attention to the image."

Song Yunran paused, and silently lowered his arms.

Immediately afterwards, he felt wrong again, why Qin Ke still took care of him.

Is this plausible?

He didn't have the consciousness of being a son at all.

Speaking of his son, Song Yunran's inspiration came.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Qin Ke with a smile. At the same time that emotions were brewing in his heart, there were two little people talking in his mind.

One said: "What a good endorsement, Qin Ke definitely likes it very much."

The other said: "Yeah, I've finally given enough this time. It would be too much if he doesn't call him Dad."

Song Yunran took a deep breath and said slowly: "You..."

"Qin Ke."

The sudden sound interrupted Mr. Song's performance.

Song Yunran turned his head angrily to see which one of the short-eyed people jumped out of the way.

It turned out that it was a staff member who had notified Qin Ke to change his clothes.

"Come right away." Qin Ke replied, stood up and asked, "What did you want to say just now?"

Song Yunran was choking in his throat with his father's love, gritted his teeth and said, "You go ahead."

After speaking, he took out his mobile phone and started the game angrily.

Not far away, Chen Jing asked suspiciously, "Isn't Xiao Song always going to leave on such a hot day?"

Assistant Tang looked calm: "Operate normally, you will understand after a long time."

Chen Jing: "...?"

Song Yunran was particularly involved in the game.

He is the type of people who are addicted to food in the legend, and the world has nothing to do with him as soon as the Bluetooth headset is worn.

Song Yunran reluctantly quit the game when the phone came out of the low battery reminder. When he looked up, he found that the sky was darkening for some time.

Looking at the time again, after five o'clock in the afternoon, three hours have passed without knowing it.

Song Yunran stood up, walked a few times in the awning, and suddenly discovered something was wrong.

He grabbed a staff member who was packing equipment and asked, "You finished the filming?"

"Yes, the shooting went very smoothly today." The staff replied happily.

Song Yunran was silly: "What about Qin Ke?"

Wouldn't it be gone already!

Assistant Tang was really too, knowing that he was immersed in the work there, and didn't know to inform him.

The staff member raised his finger in a direction: "I just saw him walking to the locker room. I guess he was going to change his clothes?"

"thanks."

Hearing that the person hadn't left, Song Yunran didn't care about the others, put the phone back in his pocket, and ran all the way to chase it.

This place is remote and there are no people nearby. It is said that it is a dressing room, but it is actually a simple mobile home.

The outside looks very old. I don't know which filming team left behind for free use by everyone in the future.

Song Yunran stood outside the door with the words "dressing room" written on it, and knocked on the door to be safe: "Qin Ke, are you still there?"

"Yes." A familiar voice came from inside, "Come in."

Song Yunran was stunned, tried to hold the doorknob and twist it, and it really unscrewed it for him.

The mobile home, which had been in the sun for a day, was sultry and hot. He frowned and looked in. He happened to see Qin Ke just arranging the hem of the T-shirt, and the tight abdominal muscle lines flashed in his vision.

What happened.

Song Yunran's previous professional instincts made him suddenly dissatisfied: "As an artist, do you have a sense of safety, and change your clothes without locking the door?"

Qin Ke said: "It's not..."

"What's wrong, don't find a reason, didn't Chen Jing usually teach you?"

Song Yunran walked in, holding the idea of ​​personally demonstrating, and lowered the door lock, "I see if you don't, and you should lock the door as soon as I come in, so that no one will try to get rid of it."

Qin Ke pursed his lower lip and looked at him complicatedly.

It seems that there is something to say, but I don't know where to start.

Song Yunran was stared at him inexplicably, just about to ask, his brain instinctively explained him.

This look, this expression, he can't get it wrong.

It's definitely the emotion that comes out when you hear others caring about yourself seriously.

Don't ask, asking is moving.

Song Yunran laughed proudly and picked up the topic that was interrupted before: "How did you feel when you filmed it today?"

Qin Ke sighed in a complicated mood before repliing, "Not bad."

"That's certainly not bad, but this is the job I have won for you with the happiness of my life."

Song Yunran leaned against the wall, his eyes full of triumph, "I like this endorsement very much, right? I heard that there will be a commercial film tomorrow, right? Are you particularly excited?"

Qin Ke was silent for a few seconds. It's hard to say that there is nothing to be excited about.

After all, he has made too many commercials in his previous life, and he has also received a lot of extravagant endorsements, and he has long been used to it.

But in the end he nodded: "Well, thank you."

Song Yunran waved his hand and smiled: "Thank you, you don't have to."

He cleared his throat and realized that he was still a little nervous at the end of the matter, so he quietly clenched his fists and said with a feeling of anxiety and expectation, "As long as you call me Dad, there will be opportunities like this in the future."

There was no surprise on Qin Ke's face.

It may be that the two have been familiar with a lot of relationships recently, and since Song Yunran was brewing emotions there in the afternoon, he guessed what ideas this man was making in his mind.

But he didn't speak, just looked at each other meaningfully, and then slowly raised the corners of his lips.

Song Yunran didn't understand: "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, just remembered one thing."

Qin Ke said slowly, "If I remember correctly, when I just finished the interview for "Jianghu Road", Xiao Song always seemed to have made a bet with me? He said that if I failed the audition, I would call your father."

Song Yunran said angrily: "Why do you mention this at this time, didn't you let you call it in the end?"

Qin Ke nodded: "Well, I just wanted to ask, if you lose, what should you call me?"

Song Yunran: "..."

How could this be so!

It turns out that there is another trap waiting for him!

Song Yunran pushed himself and others, subconsciously thinking that Qin Ke wanted to be his father, and quickly argued: "You didn't say it yourself when you bet. Now it doesn't count."

"Is it?"

Qin Ke raised his eyebrows and smiled, then stepped on his long legs, walked slowly in front of him, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Song, can you not afford it?"

The warm breathing and the magnetic voice swept across at the same time, causing a moment of strangeness in Song Yunran's heart.

Suddenly, he remembered that when he asked Qin Ke to call him father for the first time, he seemed to have said exactly the same lines.

When it's over, does Qin Ke always hold a grudge against it, just waiting for the opportunity to get back?

Song Yunran raised his eyes, met Qin Ke's sharp and narrow black eyes, and saw a faint smile in the other's eyes.

His nerves trembled, as if he realized that the danger was coming, he barely maintained the management of the boss's expression, and at the same time sneaked to the doorknob, intending to make a tactical retreat directly.

Qin Ke didn't seem to notice his movements, and was still asking intently: "Mr. Song, have you thought about it?"

It's now!

Song Yunran squeezed the doorknob and pulled it down!

The doorknob didn't move.

"...?"

Song Yunran tried two more times and found that the door still didn't open.

He blinked blankly, wondering what happened.

Only at this time, the smile in Qin Ke's eyes showed no secret.

He stepped aside, his voice lazy and pleasant: "By the way, I didn't have time to say just now, this door is broken, and it can't be opened from the inside after it is locked."

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