After Rebirth, I Decided To Inherit the Family Property

Watched by three pairs of deliberate eyes, Song Yunran felt like a Tang monk who had entered the Pansi Cave. If he hadn't predicted the conspiracy of the three spider spirits, he would definitely be made into a dish later. It's on the table!

Sure enough, the ancients are not deceived by me. Shopping malls are like battlefields, and their lives are in danger at any time.

Well, maybe this is the fate of the president.

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight. Song Yunran still understands this.

But thinking that he had given up Qin Ke's celebration banquet to come to this meal, his anger faintly rose.

Qin Ke likes him so much, knowing that he has chosen a job between work and boyfriend, he can't tell how sad he is.

A bleak picture appeared in front of Song Yunran.

At the coveted dinner party, everyone would say "Congratulations" when they saw Qin Ke. He endured the loss and greetings in his eyes, but when he turned around, his eyes were red, and he poured a glass of champagne with tons of tears in his eyes.

Maybe he would hide in no one's corner with a wine bottle, wanting to call him to complain, but finally retracted his finger restrained.

It's too pitiful, woooo.

Song Yunran felt that this matter couldn't be left alone.

He swept across the three spider spirits in front of him awe-inspiringly, believing that Director Xu was the culprit.

Artists often have time when they are involuntarily involuntarily, if it weren't for the instigation of agents, they would definitely not dare to make mistakes.

It was decided that it was you.

Song Yunran looked at the other person with a look of Pokémon: "Or you should sing it."

Director Xu's face stiffened, "Mr. Song, don't be joking."

"No kidding, I like to see unprofessional people doing unprofessional things."

Song Yunran propped his chin, tilted his head, his clear eyes were clean and bright, as if he really had such a strange preference, "Don't be shy, put down your figure, sing a few songs and listen."

Director Xu was almost fooled by his innocent eyes, and stood in front of the microphone and asked, "Then...what do you want to hear, Mr. Song?"

Song Yunran glanced at the stewed duck soup on the table: "Let’s have a song "Counting Ducks" first."

"..."

Director Xu is numb, isn't this a **** nursery rhyme?

Now he finally recovered, Song Yunran didn't want to hear him sing at all, but deliberately wanted to punish him!

But Mr. Song's title was there, and he had to sing again.

With the sound of unpleasant singing, the private room, which was full of the depraved atmosphere of money and trade, changed drastically, and a burst of indescribable absurdity filled the entire space.

Director Xu has never lost such a big face.

When he saw Song Yunran holding up his mobile phone for video recording, his cheeks suddenly rose to the color of pig liver.

"Pouch."

Manman couldn't hold back, he accidentally laughed, and then he covered his mouth in horror.

But the male artist next to him didn't get much better. The corners of his mouth twitched tightly, so he was afraid that he would laugh on the spot.

Song Yunran originally wanted Director Xu to sing a few more songs, but the singing was too hot, and he was afraid that he would die and go back to see Qin Ke if he listened to it.

So he turned his head and asked the two artists: "If you see it, it will become a joke if you don't behave well."

The two wanted to nod, but they didn't dare.

If resources can be obtained in a serious way, who would be willing to sacrifice hue?

But they are all the most inconspicuous little artists in the circle. Director Xu holds a high position in the company. How dare they not listen to what he said.

Song Yunran thought for a while and asked, "Who is the big boss of your company?"

The male artist whispered a name.

"So it was him."

Song Yunran had been the president for a year and still had some connections in his hands. He immediately took out his mobile phone and sent a message to the other party, then motioned to the two of them to look at the screen, blinked and said, "Don't worry, Director Xu will be gone tomorrow. ."

After speaking, he stood up and walked out of the private room without looking back.

Before the door closed, Manman's surprised voice floated into his ears: "He is so handsome."

That's not it!

Song Yunran held up his chest proudly, feeling that the red scarf on his chest became more vivid.

After a short three minutes, Song Yunran returned to the hotel.

He had just done a good deed in addition to violence, and when he got out of the car, his steps were extraordinarily bold.

Qin Ke will return to the crew to film early tomorrow morning, so he will not go back to the Xicheng Upper Court tonight, but choose to stay in a hotel suite provided by the film festival organizer.

Song Yunran took the prepared room card from the driver, and rode the elevator bravely all the way.

With a beep, he brushed open the door neatly and was about to step into the room. When he saw the light in the living room of the suite, he suddenly stopped.

Qin Ke came out of the living room when he heard the movement: "It's over?"

"You, you didn't go to the celebration party?"

Song Yunran stood by the door stupidly, with mixed feelings in his heart, is it so sad, my dear son?

Qin Ke pulled him into the room: "There were only three people in the crew, how long can we celebrate? After the interview, we left after eating in the hotel restaurant."

... It turned out that the event of Qin Ke's tearful celebration banquet did not happen.

Song Yunran's guilt subsided a bit. After sitting on the sofa in the living room, he said, "But this is too simple for you. Even if there are only three people, you can find a place to renew the stall."

As soon as the voice fell, Qin Ke's expression changed subtly.

The director did propose to renew the stall, but both the director and the producer were middle-aged people who were nearly fifty years old. They were there for a total of half a day before they decided to find a place to pinch their feet.

This proposal was too unpretentious, and Qin Ke refused without even thinking about it.

Song Yunran was surprised to see it.

Yes, even though there was no tearful celebration banquet, Qin Ke was definitely not happy. My dear father did not show up at the critical moment. How could he have any leisure time to renew the stall?

He tugged Qin Ke's cuffs: "Okay, don't be sad, didn't I come back to accompany you?"

Qin Ke said: "...I am not sad."

Song Yunran couldn't help feeling more guilty when he saw him forcibly hold on.

He remembered the tone of Song Jidong talking to him when he was a child, patted his hands and said, "Where is your trophy, show it to Dad."

Qin Ke went into the bedroom and took out the trophy.

The trophy of the China Film Festival is very beautifully designed. The golden three-dimensional film is inlaid on the crystal clear white crystal trophy. It is illuminated by the surrounding lights, and even the row of names below is shining with fragments of light.

For a while, Song Yunran forgot the purpose of watching the trophy.

He held his breath and wanted to reach out to touch it, but he didn't move for some reason.

In his previous life, he was also shortlisted for the Best Newcomer Award.

In the end, he could only sit in the audience, watching Qin Ke holding up the trophy with eyesight, and because he was caught by the camera with a displeased expression, he was sent to the hot search and scolded severely.

He had never thought that one day he could be so close to this trophy, as if he could touch the once-out-of-reach starlight when he stretched out his hand.

Qin Ke lowered his eyes, looked at the dog's drooping eyes, and pressed his lower lip.

He handed the trophy straight over: "Give it to you, okay?"

"???"

Song Yunran raised his head in surprise, and said angrily: "Are you humiliating me!"

Qin Ke: "..."

Song Yunran said with a bone: "It's not my best newcomer, I don't want it."

After speaking, he took a quiet glance, really wanted, but no, he should be a good principled president.

He put his hands behind his back in pain, as if I would not take him to death.

Qin Ke smiled helplessly, raised Song Yunran's chin, leaned over to hold his lips and sucked for a while, then asked in a childlike tone: "Who said the best newcomer is not yours?"

Song Yunran was so dizzy by his kiss, the brain that was about to stop functioning reluctantly thought about it, and felt that there was no flaw in the logic.

Qin Ke is the best newcomer, Qin Ke is his boyfriend, and Qin Ke is his eldest son.

Then round up, isn't the best newcomer his?

"Since you have said so, I will accept the trophy."

Song Yunran nodded and held the trophy in his arms, emphasizing earnestly, "Anyway, you will marry in the future... well, if you live in my house, I can keep it for you first."

Qin Ke curled his lips: "Well, mine is yours."

Song Yunran was coaxed to be happy, holding the trophy close to the floor lamp next to the sofa, carefully admiring the carved lines on it, the light in his eyes was more brilliant than the trophy.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Qin Ke suddenly asked, "But why did your meal end so early?"

"Don't mention it, what kind of dinner, I won't know until I arrive..." Song Yunran suddenly got stuck, and suddenly realized that he couldn't tell the truth.

Qin Ke gave up the celebration banquet and waited for him to come back in the hotel. What if he misunderstood that he was messing around outside after he knew the truth?

Thinking of this, Song Yunran changed his words: "I realized that they didn't have any sincerity at all, so I sent a handyman over, and I came back early."

Qin Ke intuitively felt that the facts were not so simple: "Is it?"

"Otherwise, what else do you think?"

Song Yunran pushed him with a guilty conscience, "Yes, yeah, you haven't removed your makeup yet. It's so late. Let's take the shower by the way. Let's hurry up and chat for a while, otherwise you won't be able to get up tomorrow. Coming."

Qin Ke glanced at him, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Song Yunran let out a long sigh of relief when he was the only one left in the living room.

He hurriedly called Assistant Tang, informed the other party to pull Director Xu into the blacklist, and repeatedly urged him to carefully select partners in the future.

Assistant Tang agreed well, but before he was about to end the call, he suddenly raised the volume: "President Xiao Song! What are you doing tonight?!"

Song Yunran shivered with fright: "What's the matter?"

Assistant Tang has a serious tone: "I just received the news that someone photographed you having dinner at the same table with two artists tonight, and there are many intimate actions?"

Song Yunran was stunned directly.

Is he under the curse of being secretly photographed when he goes out?

Assistant Tang immediately sent the photos.

Song Yunran looked at it and was shocked. It was really the scene of his dinner tonight.

The angle of view should have been secretly taken from the outside through the window. There are several photos, including Manman sneaking his hand while pouring tea, Manman leaning on him actively, and showing him to the two artists with a smile on his mobile phone.

Due to the distance and angle of the photo, the blurry picture quality and the misplaced composition make it look like a dude hugging right and left in the dining room.

"What the hell!" Song Yunran was furious, "It's not what it is in the photo at all."

Assistant Tang certainly chose to believe his dear Xiao Song: "Someone must have deliberately slandered you. Don't worry, I will contact you to delete the post right away."

Song Yunran's breathing stopped: "has the photo been posted online?"

"Yes, the marketing numbers are all started."

Assistant Tang speculated, "At such a fast speed, the other party must be prepared, maybe it is Galaxy's competitor."

After hanging up the phone, Song Yunran sank into the sofa and fell into a daze.

He never imagined that when he was the president, he would encounter the issue of his opponent's dissemination of black material.

Will the dinner tonight be a trap designed by Director Xu?

Song Yunran frowned, thinking that it should not be possible.

Director Xu didn't even dare not sing "Counting Ducks". How could he have so much courage and ability to hack him with a joint marketing account in an instant.

But if it wasn't for Director Xu, who would want to target him?

Tonight is a good day for Qin Ke to win the award.

If it is Galaxy’s competitor, is it not good to deal directly with the artists on the face?

Of course, Song Yunran didn't want Qin Ke to be secretly photographed. He thought about it, he is a president anyway, and it doesn't matter if a bit of ill-informed material comes out. As long as he clarifies in time, he will never lose resources like an artist.

"Fortunately, it was not Qin Ke who was secretly photographed."

Song Yunran looked at the trophy and sighed, then stood up with a rub.

not good! How did he introduce to Qin Ke's dinner tonight?

"Just sent a messenger..."

Song Yunran recalled these words and patted his head in annoyance.

What a lie, so good!

Okay, when Qin Ke sees the photo, he will definitely think that you have done bad things behind his back!

Even if you can explain, it will appear that you are hiding your guilty conscience!

Song Yunran paced back and forth in the living room, dry and anxious.

He opened the refrigerator, took out a can of the drink provided by the hotel, pulled off the ring and took a few sips, urgently thinking about how to explain clearly to Qin Ke later.

When the drink bottomed out, the door opened from the bedroom.

Song Yunran turned around, looking at Qin Ke anxiously like a kid who had done bad things.

Qin Ke wore the hotel's white bathrobe, with tight muscle lines in the slightly open neckline.

Looking up, he saw his sharp Adam's apple and clear jaw line.

Kind of handsome.

Even the frowning and contemplative look is much more handsome than ordinary people.

Just don't know why, Qin Ke seemed to move, and suddenly became two Qin Ke.

Song Yunran shook his head, trying to see more clearly.

The result was not shaking, but after shaking, three Qin Ke unexpectedly appeared in front of him.

Wow, it's the shadow clone!

Song Yunran was shocked, and then he watched the three Qin Ke walk in front of him and asked in unison: "...Did you drink?"

"what?"

He lowered his head and squinted his eyes to identify it, only to realize that instead of a drink in his hand, he was holding a can of beer.

No wonder it tastes so bad.

Song Yunran wrinkled his nose: "That's it, I'm drinking."

Qin Ke: "...Huh?"

"I'm going to be born again."

Song Yunran said desperately.

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