After Rebirth, I Decided To Inherit the Family Property

Before returning to the bright orange sports car again, Song Yunran pressed the car key.

When the car lights were on, he caught a glimpse of Qin Ke's eyes in a daze. There would be no other reason, but he must have been fascinated by his luxurious car.

Thinking that Qin Ke was mostly envious, Song Yunran's vanity was greatly satisfied.

He temporarily set aside his past grievances and generously stepped aside: "The global limited edition painting, do you like it? Anyway, I'm not in a hurry. If you like it, please see more."

"No thanks."

Qin Ke sat in the car decisively, raised his hand and rubbed the end of his eyes, so as to soothe the eyes that had been hurt by the fancy sports car painting.

Song Yunran opened the door on the other side to sit in, and looked at Qin Ke's gloomy look between his eyebrows by the light from the street light outside the car.

It seems that the self-esteem of the young actor has been triggered. Although this is not his intention, it is a gain that Qin Ke can clearly feel the gap between the two.

He raised his lips slightly: "Say the ugly thing first. Since it is a fee-based service, then you should drive the car firmly, or be careful that I deduct your driving fee."

"Yes." Qin Ke replied lightly, as if he was not worried about the possibility of deductions.

The two fastened their seat belts, and after the rustling movement in the dim space stopped, the car fell into silence.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, they turned their heads at the same time, and the same confusion was conveyed in the eyes of each other.

Song Yunran frowned: "What am I doing?"

He thought for a moment, thought of a possibility in his own right, and was shocked: "No, you don't have a driver's license either?!"

Qin Ke looked at him: "...You didn't tell me the address."

Song Yunran choked, patronizing "drive on behalf of", forgetting this.

After he took over Xinghe, he moved from his home to an apartment in the city center to live alone. After a little memory, he said: "Xicheng Upper Courtyard, if you don't know where, just set up a navigation."

Qin Ke didn't say whether he knew, anyway he didn't take out his phone to look at the map.

He started the vehicle, turned the steering wheel and got out of the parking space, and then asked in a chatty tone: "By the way, what does Mr. Song's phrase "I don't have a driver's license" just now?"

Song Yunran's face became stiff, and he said impatiently: "Does it have anything to do with you? Shut up and drive your car."

Qin Ke raised his eyebrows, and shut his mouth graciously.

Waiting for a few seconds to raise the railing of the parking lot, he raised his eyes and saw in the rearview mirror that Song Yunran looked a little embarrassed in his anger. I saw news about Song Yunran's black face on the Internet.

At that time, everyone said that Song Yunran was playing big cards when he became popular. Now it seems that Qin Ke feels that the rumors of playing big cards are purely misunderstood.

Because he is such a character that can't hide things on his face, it has nothing to do with the so-called red or not.

The suburban roads are extremely smooth in the middle of the night.

Song Yunran put his elbows by the window of the car, and when he was tired of seeing the scenery, that little energies just dissipated.

He adjusted his posture and leaned comfortably on the back of the leather chair, thinking that when Qin Ke didn't speak, it didn't seem so annoying. And from the current user experience, Qin Ke's car skills are much better than Assistant Tang, turning and short stops are steady and stable. Obviously people who are usually used to self-driving trips, this driving fee is quite worth it. .

After the sports car entered the inner ring, the road conditions slowly became blocked.

When passing a bustling street where bars gather, the flow of traffic that can't be seen at the end is like a slow tortoise, slowing the pace of everyone to leave.

Song Yunran missed the dinner provided by the studio before going to bed, and was already hungry by now.

He turned his head and looked at the various restaurants lined up outside the window, remembering his current embarrassment of pennilessness, so he could only touch his empty stomach, hoping it would be safer than restless.

Qin Ke noticed his movements with his gaze, turned his head and asked, "Would you like to buy something to eat for you?"

Song Yunran immediately turned his face, a pair of clear apricot eyes gleaming in the dim car.

But he quickly tensed his face and asked, "Don't you have to charge the purchasing fee again, right?"

Qin Ke: "No, it's just a bonus service."

He parked the car on the side of the road and walked quickly into a convenience store on the side of the street.

Song Yunran was too lazy to get out of the car, leaning against the window of the car, regretting that he shouldn't have thrown the phone on the set, while staring at the oden in the hands of the two girls outside.

He had never bothered to eat this kind of convenience store fast food before, but only now has he discovered how delicious the cheap food that is steaming in the cold and late night looks like.

He couldn't help secretly regretting it. He knew that when Qin Ke got out of the car, he should remind him to buy some oden.

At the same time, inside the convenience store.

The yawning cashier absently glanced at the rice **** on the counter: "Does it need to be heated?"

"Heating up, thank you." A white and thin hand broke into her field of vision, "and this bottle of water."

The cashier raised his head and saw the look of the customer. The fatigue of the night shift was wiped out in an instant.

She blushed and put the rice ball into the microwave. She didn't dare to look at his narrow and dark eyes anymore. She could only look at his thin lips and asked, "Sir, do you need another Oden? There is a special offer in the store today. , Ten strings only cost twenty yuan."

"Need not…"

Qin Ke just wanted to refuse, he inadvertently looked through the glass wall of the convenience store and saw Song Yunran in the car looking at the girl eating oden on the street. He changed his mind and said, "Then have a portion."

A few minutes later, Song Yunran, who was waiting to be fed, finally looked forward to his dinner.

When Qin Ke handed over the full cup of oden, he was still in an unexpected surprise, and subconsciously said, "How to buy so much."

Qin Ke closed the car door and put the plastic bag containing mineral water and rice **** in front of him: "The store is discounted, and the water in it is yours. I guess you won't be able to eat the rice balls. Keep them for me."

"..."

Song Yunran's move suddenly disappeared. He scowled and asked, "You give me discounted things?"

Qin Ke glanced at him: "Then can you eat it?"

Song Yunran snorted disdainfully, lowered his head to catch a glimpse of the rice ball in the plastic bag.

The label of the rice ball was facing upwards. He carefully identified it and found that the rice ball was only worth three yuan.

Yes, Qin Ke was a little actor who couldn't bear to sit in a taxi after work, and even if the oden in his hand was discounted, it would never be cheaper than that rice ball.

so…

Qin Ke bought him the best dinner within his ability.

Thinking of this, the oden in my hand is more fragrant.

Song Yunran took a bite of the fish tofu soaked in delicious soup, and thought with satisfaction, is it possible that his father and son plan has begun to bear fruit, and Qin Ke, the rebellious son, has finally learned to be filial to his father?

When the vehicle finally drove downstairs to the apartment where Song Yunran lived, he had already wiped out the ten bunches of oden, and there was no soup left.

"It's too late today, please drive the car back."

Song Yunran is in a good mood now, and his eyes towards Qin Ke become friendly, "Or you can go out tomorrow and want to borrow to drive for a day. When you come back, ask the security guards, they all know where my parking space is. "

However, Qin Ke didn't want to get along with this fancy sports car for too long, saying: "This is not far from my house. I just park the car and walk back."

Means to decline his kindness?

Song Yunran raised his eyebrows, and that was right. Now Qin Ke drove his car out of business, which was indeed too ostentatious.

He didn't intend to force it, he pushed the door and got out of the car and turned around again: "By the way, I don't have cash at home, can I give you the driver's fee next time?"

"It's okay, don't give it anymore." Qin Ke replied, he didn't really want to collect the money either.

Song Yunran was not polite, closing the door and about to walk far when he heard Qin Ke stop him again.

He bent down and looked in from the car window: "What are you doing, regretting it?"

"No." Qin Ke said, "I heard that you plan to invest in our film, and I want to say thank you."

Song Yunran suspected that he had heard it wrong.

Qin Ke's face was immersed in the dim night. He couldn't see the emotions. He could only hear the tone in a very low tone: "The script of "The Wedding in Red and White" was written before the death of Director Zheng's father. He made this film to complete his father's work. Last wish. A while ago, the investors withdrew their capital, and Zheng had the idea of ​​selling the house, but the house was also his father’s legacy. It contained memories of their family of three living together. He was actually very reluctant to bear it."

Even in the world before Qin Ke's rebirth, the final big box office "Happy Anniversary" failed to make up for the director's regret.

This matter has since become a knot in Qin Ke's heart. Later, in order to repay the director's kindness, he also found the next owner to inquire about it. Unfortunately, the other party resolutely refused to sell, and had to give up.

Song Yunran didn't even know that there was such a heavy story behind it, after all, these details weren't given too much detail in the original work.

He was not used to accepting such a formal thank-you, cleared his throat and said, "It's okay, I only invested 20 million in total, not a lot of money."

Qin Ke smiled: "Maybe it's nothing to you, but it's different to us."

He looked at Song Yunran's eyes and thought for a while to continue, "If Mr. Song doesn't dislike me overpowering himself, I can tell you where I need it in the future, and I will definitely help if I can help."

As soon as the voice fell, Song Yunran's face immediately showed a surprise look: "Since you said that, then I'm not welcome."

"Why don't you want to be polite?" Qin Ke was calm on the surface, but actually started to doubt it.

The reason why he said that was half because he wanted to thank the other party for his sincerity, and the other half was mixed with his selfish desire to investigate the truth.

Song Yunran was the only variable he encountered after his rebirth.

Qin Ke thought that this shouldn't be accidental, but a certain connection in the dark.

Even Song Yunran probably knew something.

Qin Ke understands that this possibility is very small, but if it really happens, Song Yunran knows that he will succeed in the future?

So, will Song Yunran ask him for anything? Is it the people around him in the future, or...

Qin Ke was thinking deeply, and suddenly saw Song Yunran stepping forward, the thick night could not stop the inexplicable twinkling of joy in his eyes.

Song Yunran cleared his throat and said solemnly, "I don't ask too much. If you really want to thank me, you might as well call me Dad."

Qin Ke: "..."

Forget it, he should think too much.