After Rebirth, I Decided To Inherit the Family Property

Speaking of the Spring Festival, Song Yunran used to regret the prohibition of setting off fireworks and firecrackers, which robbed him of his greatest expectation on New Year's Eve.

It's just that he never thought that he could, like fireworks, climb the peak on the night of the exchange of new and old and then bloom.

The scarf that bound the wrists had been loosened at some time, but Song Yunran still maintained the previous posture, wrapping his arms around Qin Ke's neck, treating him as the last straw for life, and being defeated in his hands.

Song Yunran was completely confused.

I can’t tell who is giving this New Year’s gift to whom. I just feel that in the creaking sound of their lips and teeth, they can’t tell the distance between them anymore. There is a constant blending of breathing chaos, and then a small noise aroused by the temperature of the palm. The exclamation was suppressed.

After a while, the restless atmosphere slowly showed signs of calm.

Song Yunran's eyes were red, and he was too tired to say a word.

He rubbed his head on the side of Qin Ke's neck, like a dog full of canned food, contentedly pestering his master to act like a baby.

"Don't rub."

Qin Ke turned his head, his voice was dumb enough to wipe out fire, "Are you still angry now?"

Song Yunran smirked twice, knowing that he was coaxed a long time ago.

Qin Ke was a little helpless: "You are quite happy."

After speaking, he frowned, and a depressed tone overflowed between his tightly pressed thin lips.

Song Yunran: "..."

To be careless, just now he just enjoyed the service throughout the whole process and completely forgot to help Qin Ke solve the problem!

"Then, then I will help you too?" He blinked and asked softly.

Qin Ke hesitated for a moment, not thinking, but not dare.

Because there is no guarantee that if Song Yunran really helped to solve it, he would not be unable to control to do more.

I want to see him crying with red eyes, I want to hear him begging for mercy.

Just thinking about it, the secret joy of bullying a small animal can make every nerve in him eagerly beat.

But the remaining reason is reminding him that it can't do it now.

Regardless of time or place, it is not suitable for letting go of instinct.

Qin Ke bowed his head and kissed him: "Brother Scream, come and listen."

Song Yunran didn't quite understand, but still clinging to the feeling of "I am wrong this time", he obediently called him: "Brother."

The temple jumped sharply twice.

Qin Ke laughed, stretched out his arm to touch the paper from the head of the bed, wiped his hands: "Let you owe it first."

After that, I got out of bed and opened the window to breathe. I stood by the door and listened to the movement outside for a while. After confirming that Qin Nianrong was asleep, he opened the door and went to the bathroom.

Song Yunran didn't understand what this "owing" meant.

He turned over happily like a small animal that was so comfortable that he lost his vigilance, thinking that the method provided by netizens was really good, even if there was an accident in the middle, the result was beyond his expectations.

It was already four o'clock in the morning when the two men finished washing.

Song Yunran consumed too much energy tonight and was too sleepy. After blowing his hair, he fell back on the bed. As soon as his head touched the pillow, he quickly fell asleep.

He fell asleep still irregularly, relying on the heating in the room, he staggeredly kicked off the quilt, the hem of his pajamas was lifted up by a corner, revealing a white and tight abdomen.

Qin Ke sat in a chair and waited for the smell of the room to dissipate before closing the window.

When I turned my head, I saw Song Yunran, who was sleeping on all sides, silently for a few seconds, stepped forward, bent down, and gently pinched his cheek.

Song Yunran groaned a few times in his sleep.

Qin Ke let go, covered him with the quilt, and slowly sighed, "He didn't even tell me the happy new year, I took this account down."

On the third day of the Lunar New Year, Qin Ke's holiday ended, and the two returned to Yan City.

The plane was delayed for two hours, and it was midnight after landing.

Before leaving the bridge, the two consciously put on hats and masks, and stood in a low-key corner while waiting for their luggage.

Even so, just relying on the superior physical condition, from time to time a few glances are drawn.

After Song Yunran sent the message to the driver, he whispered: "If you make a mistake, you shouldn't be back on the same plane as you."

On the way out, the airport in City X was full of passengers rushing home for the New Year. All they thought were about reunion with their families and did not pay much attention to the two tall young men passing by.

It's different on the return journey. Many passengers who can arrive at the airport on the third day of the Lunar New Year holiday are passengers who are not so homed, so naturally they have a little more energy to look at the pedestrians around them.

Qin Ke turned around and blocked the extra sight for him: "If someone recognizes you later, you will run first?"

"..."

Song Yunran's eyes outside the mask were filled with speechlessness. After a pause, he said, "Are you stupid? You are an artist."

If an accident really happened, he might have to rely on him to cover Qin Ke.

Fortunately, until they arrived in the underground garage, they did not arouse more suspicion.

After the familiar apple green sports car appeared in the field of vision, Song Yunran unconsciously speeded up his pace.

At this moment...

"Hello, are you... Song Yunran?"

A girl who looked like a high school student suddenly shot out from nowhere. After seeing his eyebrows, she almost jumped up with excitement, "Ah, it's really you!"

Song Yunran was shocked, and quickly stopped and said, "Hush, don't make a noise!"

The girl was also obedient and nodded and said, "Can I be with you..."

The rest of the words came to an abrupt end, she seemed to recognize that the person walking beside Song Yunran was not an assistant or a bodyguard, but the newly promoted popular male star Qin Ke, and she was stunned on the spot.

After a second, the joy in his eyes turned into another kind of more subtle pleasure.

"Wow -" the girl let out a strange emotion.

Song Yunran's heart shook, and he wanted to run away, and feared that the other party would be stimulated by this, and the garage chasing battle with them would cause even greater commotion.

He bit his scalp and cleared his throat: "Well, it's a private trip, it's not convenient to take pictures."

The girl didn't know what she had realized, and smiled like a spring breeze: "I understand."

No, you better not understand.

Song Yunran moved in the direction of the driver and said, "Promise me, don't post on Weibo about this."

"Hmm, listen to you."

The girl was quite disciplined, afraid that he would be overly worried, and explained, "Don't be nervous, I just came back from a trip to another place, and I didn't deliberately follow you."

Song Yunran nodded, but uncontrollably hid behind Qin Ke.

Qin Ke didn't speak the whole time, leaving the distance between Xiao Song and the girl without a trace, as if Song Yunran was the artist who needed key protection.

Fortunately, the part-time bodyguard driver also saw the situation here and got off in time and rushed over.

The girl was a little afraid of the strong driver, so she stopped and waved: "Then I won't disturb you, I wish you a happy Chinese New Year!"

Song Yunran heaved a sigh of relief, and waved goodbye to her after getting in the car: "You also have a happy Chinese New Year. Be safe when you go home, little sister."

An embarrassing and friendly exchange was about to end. The girl suddenly became angry and shouted: "Don't shout, I'm not a little sister!"

Song Yunran: "???"

The girl clenched her fists: "I am your mother!"

"..."

Song Yunran numbly fastened his seat belt, and when the car drove away, he looked back and saw his "mother" still standing in the same place, like a mother who had seen her son farewell, exuding the brilliance of maternity.

There was silence in the car.

The shoulders of the usually unsmiling driver trembled slightly. It is estimated that if it were not for the safety of the car, he would have wanted to lie on the steering wheel and laugh.

Qin Ke took off his mask and glanced at him: "As expected of you."

"To shut up!"

The sweeping Xiao Song was very depressed. He knew that his mother had a lot of fans, but he didn't expect to meet two mother fans in reality, and Qin Ke witnessed it with his own eyes.

He glared at Qin Ke angrily, wondering why everyone was obviously the same age, and why the fans he attracted were completely different no matter the previous life or the current life.

Qin Ke curled his lips and smiled, and took out his cell phone to send a message to Chen Jing.

Song Yunran took a look at his head and agreed, "It's time to say hello to the agent."

Even if the girl didn't take pictures just now, no one can guarantee that she will explode this matter to the Internet later.

Artists and bosses appearing at the airport at the same time have happened a few times in the circle before. Although how to explain it all depends on the mood of the brokerage company, we must beware of people who want to make a fuss.

A few minutes later, Chen Jing's reply was sent over: [...Did you bring Mr. Song home to celebrate the New Year? 】

Qin Ke: [Well, it was decided temporarily, I forgot to tell you in advance. 】

Chen Jing is someone who knows some inside information, guessing and asking: [Are you really with him? 】

Qin Ke stared at the screen for a while, touched Song Yunran's arm, and handed him the phone: "Do you want to tell Sister Jing?"

Song Yunran thought for a while and said, "Tell her."

Galaxy has no rules prohibiting celebrities from falling in love, so it's better to tell the agent earlier.

When Qin Ke communicated with Chen Jing, Song Yunran was not idle either.

He thought of the girl's subtle expression when she saw Qin Ke, and suspected that this person was not only as simple as his mother's fan, but the kind of happiness that was so expressive that he almost wrote the words "fainted" on her face.

I'm afraid it's not a CP fan pretending to be a mother fan.

Song Yunran blocked the phone with his cuff, and quietly logged in to his Weibo account.

Unexpectedly, no matter how he changed the search keywords, he did not show any suspected revelations.

Song Yunran did not relax his vigilance. In the next few days, he also followed the Internet news secretly. It was not until a week later that he finally determined that he had blamed the girl.

He is a really tight-lipped fan.

Song Yunran finally let go of his heart and devoted himself to the new year's work.

As for Qin Ke...

As early as the morning of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, he set off for a new crew filming.

This is a suspense film he decided early during the recording of "Slow Travel on Holiday".

The producers were attracted to his superb acting skills in "Happy Anniversary", and even the audition was not organized, so he was directly appointed as the male number one in this movie.

Without a boyfriend with him day and night, Song Yun suddenly became a little uncomfortable.

The first thing I wake up every day is to open the phone to count the calendar.

Because in another half month, it will be the day when the award ceremony of the China Film Awards will be held.

At that time, Qin Ke will ask for leave with the crew and return to Yan City.

Although it would definitely be a particularly busy schedule, Song Yunran had already thought about it early, and they would definitely be able to spare time to meet in private.

However, things are unpredictable.

Three days before the award ceremony, a post quietly appeared on the homepage of the gossip forum.

[Can someone help me see, this person my relative photographed, is it Song Yunran? 】

There is only one photo in the topic post.

Lanterns and lanterns hung on the sidewalk trees on the street, and the Spring Festival couplets posted outside the shops along the street are also clearly visible. You can guess without thinking about it. This is mostly a photo taken during the Spring Festival.

The street in the photo was very deserted, with only three or two people on the road.

And the young man encircled by the original poster is tall and thin, and even though his whole body is tightly wrapped, he inexplicably conveys a kind of handsome atmosphere.

[Just half of my face is revealed, who can recognize this? 】

[I compared the upper half of his face in the variety show, it seems that the contours are really similar. 】

[Wait, the shape of the ears are exactly the same! But where was this taken? 】

The host replied: [X city. 】

Faced with the place names of this second-tier city, netizens felt that they were being teased.

Who didn't know that Prince Ningdong was a native of Yan City, even if he traveled during the New Year, he would definitely not appear outside an ordinary community in X City.

It must be just an oolong, and it's gone.

Just when the post was about to sink to the second page, a reply suddenly awakened everyone's memory.

[X city? ? ? …Isn’t this Qin Ke’s hometown? 】

The author has something to say: Because I am obsessed with the Olympics, I have not been able to update on time in the past few days. I apologize here first (._.)