After Rebirth, I Decided To Inherit the Family Property

When this episode was broadcast, people all over the Internet went crazy when they saw this scene.

Especially the first batch of CP fans who entered the pit and fainted, felt the mystery of the world even more.

From the first unpopular to Lalang CP, which is similar to evil, to the same team participating in variety shows, they have become accustomed to the good life of eating candy with their mouths open at 8 o'clock every Saturday night.

Even so, they didn't expect that when the variety show was nearing its end, they could still be stuffed up-the mouth-shattering giant sugar.

The show hasn't finished yet, and a gossip forum has already built a tall building for this purpose.

[He doesn't allow me to add...Help, is this something I can hear for free? 】

[It can be said to have a strong sense of self-management. 】

[Of course people are stupid when they hear this sentence, of course, I'm also stupid. 】

[Climbing the wall from thousands of troops, may I ask when this pair will receive the certificate, I have already moved in from the Civil Affairs Bureau. 】

[Grandma Li, thank you, you will be my pro-grandma from today. 】

In less than ten minutes, the post was topped as a hot post of the day—a small flame that symbolizes heat floated behind the topic post, like every CP fan’s enthusiasm for life and death.

But since there are CP fans who are happy as if they are celebrating the New Year, naturally there will be yin and yang strangely angry like the passers-by of Huangquan who have lived in Qingming.

It didn't take long for a derivative post to appear, with a very provocative title-"Politely ask, is the next door picking up rubbish?" ".

Click on the topic post, claiming to be a noble and coldly popular science poster in the industry-common sense in the circle.

To sum it up briefly, the original poster means that she has been in the industry for ten years. She has only seen the company control the Weibo of the artist, and has never seen that even private WeChat and friends must be approved by the boss.

Therefore, Qin Ke's words are definitely not sugar, but he is complaining vaguely, accusing the company of interfering in his private life.

[I didn't see how Song Yunran panicked when he explained to the old lady, laughing to death, and being exposed in public as a cold-blooded capitalist, who would not panic after changing. 】

[If you want me to say that Song Yunran likes to show his face so much, I can just clean up and make his debut. 】

[Qin Ke is the only fan, please persuade your husband to terminate the contract earlier, and stop doing charity as a blood bag and selling rotten tools to Galaxy. 】

This person didn't know who sent it to stir up the water, and sent out several replies in succession, wishing to put the word "tear up" on his forehead.

Regardless of the size of the celebrity, every artist’s fan will have a small group of fighting fans. In addition to being busy tearing up co-star actors and opponents, they also have an indispensable repertoire and tearing company.

When Qin Ke first became popular, some fans, like others, asked Xinghe to improve his treatment on the Internet all day long, but over time, they found that not many people responded.

After all, the title of Xinghe's son is there, and the resources Qin Ke has received since signing the contract are obvious to all.

If things go on like this, instead, Qin Ke will be recruited black, and in the end he can only give up in anguish.

Therefore, after Huangquan passer-by-pass, Qin Ke's Weifan did not pay much attention.

They-while self-braining "Qin Ke just has a good relationship with Xiao Song"-while watching Qin Ke, who is full of life skills in the show, trembling fingers cast a variety of barrage.

"Oh, I would rather you do nothing like everyone else.

"You don't even need to make dumplings so perfect, how much hardship you have suffered since you were young, I really want to travel to your childhood to accompany you.

"Why can I just post the Spring Festival couplets well, thinking about the reasons, I feel so distressed."

Song Yunran looked at the phone, and finished reading the bullet screen: "So, in their eyes, you are the first entertainment-Mei Qiang miserable."

Qin Ke: "..."

There are two days left on New Year's Eve. He rarely takes a vacation and wants to be alone with Song Yunran before the Spring Festival—for a while, he is forced to listen to—a horrifying remark.

The penthouse in the upper courtyard of Xicheng always maintains a comfortable temperature like spring in all seasons, no matter the cold and heat.

But at this moment, Qin Ke silently put on a coat.

At night, he was horrified, and behind his back—cold.

But his speechless silence had a different meaning in Song Yunran's eyes.

"Oh, I'm so sorry for you."

Song Yunran leaned on his broad shoulders and said in a low mood, "When I was recording that day, I went downstairs and saw you put the Spring Festival couplets on it. Don't mention it, it feels so uncomfortable. Have you been celebrating the New Year as a person since you were young?"

Qin Ke said with difficulty, "...not at all."

Song Yunran didn't believe it: "Don't be aggressive in front of me. I still remember what you said. When your aunt was very busy at work, did she have to work overtime during the Spring Festival, so she didn't have time to go home to accompany you?"

While speaking, Song Yunran's mouth fell away.

When the Internet was not sufficiently developed, he also watched many Spring Festival Gala. Almost every year, the sketches have the kind of bridge where the family is busy at work and the protagonist is at home alone.

Particularly bleak,-thinking of it is full of substitution.

Qin Ke took a deep breath and said, "Not so, she can still rest during the Spring Festival."

"Then why do you—personally post Spring Festival couplets so skillfully?" Song Yunran raised his head in confusion, his tone full of reasonable doubts.

Qin Ke smiled and turned his face: "Because at that time, there were many lonely elderly people in our community. Every winter vacation, the school organizes us to come to show love, and a tall boy like me will send it there. Clean the chandeliers or paste the Spring Festival couplets."

The unexpected and reasonable answer left Song Yunran speechless for a moment.

The reason is so simple.

Without him, only hands are familiar.

"Well, that's all right."

He rubbed his nose, put away his useless sympathy, got up and slipped into the kitchen and poured it-a glass of ice water to hide his embarrassment.

Speaking of this, it is still to blame him for the trouble caused by multiple jobs.

As Qin Ke’s boyfriend and father, Song Yunran had a deep impression of Qin Ke’s scumbag, and his mind opened up without paying attention, and the fan’s barrage spread, causing him to develop a lot of seemingly reasonable It's an absurd association.

A few minutes later, Qin Ke saw that he hadn't come out yet, so he also went into the kitchen.

The kitchen in this apartment is very large, and the island in the middle is equipped with a water dispenser that can make ice.

Song Yunran leaned against the island platform, sipping water without mouthfuls, her face still shy of making misunderstandings, but her lips were soaked with seductive luster before she knew it.

Qin Ke leaned against the door and looked at it for a while. After all, he couldn't hold back. He stepped forward, put his hands on the island platform, and surrounded the person in his arms: "Is this cup of water so delicious?"

"You let me be quiet." Song Yunran whispered, "It's shameful, I was actually affected by the fan's brainwashing bag!"

The extremely annoying tone made Qin Ke's lips curled up.

He took the glass that was about to bottom out, leaned in and bit his cool moist lips, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he laughed lowly.

The two were too close, and Song Yunran felt the vibration in his chest, and his white skin instantly burned to a blush.

The current Qin Ke and the Qin Ke he once hated are obviously the same person, but the subtleties often reveal different feelings.

For example, his opponent, Qin Ke, is a cold, unsmiling iceberg.

Qin Ke, who he really knows now, doesn't laugh like other people often, but never hesitates to show him a simple smile.

Especially when they were very close, Qin Ke’s deep laughter sounded more **** than usual. Every time I heard it, it seemed like a kitten touched his heart with a meat pad. It makes people want to hide but reluctant to hide.

Song Yunran raised his chin slightly and kissed it back.

In exchange for a more enthusiastic response from the other party.

It wasn't until the surrounding air became thin that the figures reflected on the wall reluctantly separated.

After being coaxed, Song Yunran leaned in Qin Ke's arms slimly and asked, "Are you going to auntie to celebrate the Spring Festival this year?"

"Well, the ticket has already been booked, and I will leave tomorrow afternoon."

Qin Ke looked into his eyes and said softly, "Sister Jing gave me a five-day holiday and will be back soon. Don't miss me too much."

"...?"

Listen to this confident tone, what is meant by "don't miss me too much".

Song Yunran said unconvincedly: "Don't be too proud, I won't miss you very much."

"real?"

"I'm not like you, but every Spring Festival is very busy."

Song Yunran said falsely and half-heartedly, "Not only should he stay with his parents at home, but he should also accompany them out to socialize, and He Ziyou and the others will also come to me to have fun. Dad's Spring Festival is much more fulfilling than you think!"

Therefore, he had no time to think about Qin Ke, Song Yunran thought proudly.

On the second day, the twenty-ninth Chinese New Year, there is only one day left before New Year's Eve.

At noon, Song Yunran returned to his parents’ villa.

There was a traffic jam on the road. He was about half an hour later than the scheduled time, but according to common sense, he would not miss today's lunch.

Unexpectedly, when he stepped into the door of the villa, what he felt was empty and deserted.

He walked quickly to the restaurant on the left side of the building, and saw that on the long table, except for a few bottles of decorative flowers that were laid out one after another, there was no pair of chopsticks on it.

"???"

Song Yunran turned his head in surprise and asked the servant: "Aren't we eating at home at noon today?"

No one told him how, he was not regarded as a prince!

Unexpectedly, the maid was also surprised: "Mr. and Mrs. didn't tell you? They went abroad for a holiday yesterday."

Song Yunran was directly stunned on the spot.

He vaguely remembered that Song Jidong did call him a few days ago, but he was busy in a meeting and hung up the phone before he understood it. Until just now, he thought that his parents were just going abroad before the Spring Festival—a trip. .

"...They, just like that, left me alone?" Song Yunran still couldn't believe it.

The servant looked at the ceiling embarrassedly, and told him the answer in body language—yes, your parents finally waited until you could be alone, and couldn't wait to leave you out to live in the two-person world.

Well, maybe people always have to learn to grow up by themselves.

Song Yunran pitifully sat on the dining chair, hugged and comforted himself.

The servant asked in a low voice, "I thought you would not come over if your husband and wife were not there, and you didn't prepare lunch. If you want to eat something for lunch, I will ask someone to do it now."

"Whatever, hurry up, I'm very hungry now." Song Yunran replied feebly.

After the servant stepped back, Song Yunran lay aggrievedly on the table, with his face close to his arms, and his big eyes staring at the lines on the table.

After a moment of silence, he took out his phone and typed slowly:

[Mr. Qin, hello. Because of some accidents, your father had to spend the New Year alone at home. He has never suffered such a grievance. After you receive the news, please change the return ticket to within three days, is it okay? 】

Song Yunran stared at the screen nervously and hesitated for a moment.

Finally — grit your teeth and click send.

The author has something to say: Let me translate it for everyone:

Hello, Mr. Qin. Your puppy has been abandoned, please take him home as soon as you receive the news.