The whole process took less than three minutes before and after, and the two happily reached an agreement.
"Then it's settled."
Song Yunran breathed a sigh of relief, and urged, "Okay, hurry back to the studio, the crew is about to leave for the finale, don't waste time here."
Qin Ke nodded: "Well, let's go."
Zhao Siyu, who watched the whole process in a daze, said: "..."
I am such a big person standing in front of you, no one cares about me anymore
As it turns out, no one really cared.
The two walked away in front of him.
Song Yunran wanted to settle accounts with Zhao Siyu before, but now that he saved Qin Ke's dog's life, it was the time when he was in the best mood, and he didn't want to worry about those little things in his previous life anymore.
Anyway, Zhao Siyu didn't understand, and in the end he could only feel depressed about himself, so he might as well focus on how to teach Qin Ke.
When approaching the studio, Song Yunran was still looking at Qin Ke while walking.
Maybe it's because their identities and relationships have changed, now the more he looks at Qin Ke, the more pleasing he is to his eyes.
As expected of the protagonist appointed by the author, he is tall, long-legged and handsome, only a little bit worse than himself.
After Song Yunran satisfactorily evaluated, he suddenly saw that Qin Ke was still holding Zhao Siyu's business card, and was immediately unhappy: "What do you mean, hurry up and throw away the business card."
Qin Ke said helplessly, "There are no trash cans on the road."
"… Oh."
Song Yunran was watching Qin Ke all the way, not paying attention to the public facilities along the way, he cleared his throat and said, "Then remember to throw it away later, this thing is too bad luck."
Qin Ke looked at him thoughtfully: "You hate Zhao Siyu?"
Song Yunran said confidently: "Can't you? It's not like you didn't hear it just now. He actually slandered my company in front of me. If you said it was you, would you be angry?"
Qin Ke thought for a while: "It's okay."
After all, if Zhao Siyu was serious about it, it would not be called face-to-face slander. First, he had a big misunderstanding of Xinghe, and second, he didn't know that someone was hiding behind the wall and eavesdropping.
Song Yunran did not expect such an understatement answer.
He sighed, and looked at Qin Ke sadly, thinking that you are too ignorant of the dangers in the world, so stupid, what should Dad do with you.
Qin Ke: "?"
Was it his illusion? Song Yunran looked at him a little...
pity
The two returned to the studio in a weird atmosphere looking at each other.
The crew booked a seat at a restaurant near the set, and when they left, the big team had already set off first.
Seeing that they finally came back, the producer who was waiting behind hurriedly came up to him: "Mr. Song, you and Assistant Tang can also come to tonight's wrap-up banquet, let's have fun with everyone."
As an investor, Song Yunran is of course qualified to participate in the wrap-up banquet.
He nodded and asked, "Is it far?"
"It's nearby." The producer replied, "It takes ten minutes to drive there, but the navigation may not work well. Remember to remind the driver to follow us."
After discussing, several people came to the parking lot together.
The producer pressed the car key and said to Qin Ke naturally: "The passenger seat was scratched by my daughter a while ago, so you can sit in the back."
Just as Qin Ke was about to speak, Song Yunran said, "He'll go in my car."
The producer was taken aback: "It's not very good."
"What's wrong." Song Yunran said, "He is an artist of Xinghe now, so it's normal to go with the company's car."
Everyone present: "..."
When they didn't know, what happened, why did Qin Ke become an artist of Xinghe in the blink of an eye
What about the agent who came to him to sign a contract before? Where is he? How is he doing now
Compared with other people, Assistant Tang's heart was even more turbulent.
He stabilized his gold-rimmed glasses and watched Qin Ke walk towards Mr. Song's apple-green Maserati. He somehow felt that this scene was worth thinking about.
It's a pity that the time was short, and Assistant Tang didn't have time to think about it, so Song Yunran urged him to get into the car too.
He sat in the co-pilot seat next to the driver, fastened his seat belt, and heard the two behind him chatting.
Song Yunran: "Did you throw away the business card?"
Qin Ke: "I threw it in the studio."
Song Yunran: "That's about the same. Fortunately, I arrived in time just now, otherwise you will be tricked by Zhao Siyu to go to Wancheng, and you will be miserable."
Assistant Tang thought to himself, he knew about Wancheng, but who was Zhao Siyu, and where did the "deception" and "misery" come from.
Qin Ke also had the same confusion: "Xiao Song always thinks I can't go to Wancheng?"
Of course not, Cheng Jiaming is there waiting to harm you.
Song Yunran was in great pain. He knew everything but couldn't tell it all. He was really panicked. After thinking about it, he could only vaguely express: "Don't think that Wancheng seems to have a big family and a big business. They have a lot of internal conflicts. Take Zhao Siyu for example. Let’s talk about it, he has a lot of artists in his hands and the competition is fierce, if you enter without background like you, you will definitely be eaten to the bone.”
Qin Ke frowned and said nothing.
He was thinking about why Song Yunran knew Wancheng so well, and why Zhao Siyu took it for granted that Song Yunran would be an artist of Xinghe instead of the president.
Song Yunran thought that he was scared, and comforted him kindly: "But it's okay. You are mine now, and I will protect you from now on, so you don't need to pay attention to mere Wancheng."
Qin Ke's train of thought was interrupted, so he could only say in a low voice, "Thank you, Mr. Song."
Assistant Tang, who was sitting in the front row, held his forehead speechlessly.
If it weren't for the fact that Song Yunran's monthly salary was all paid by him, he really wanted to turn his head around and complain, please compare the status of Xinghe and Wancheng in the circle objectively, but if you have a little idea in your mind, you don't have the face to say it The four words "merely ten thousand cities" come out.
Fortunately, this was not heard by the boss of Wancheng Film and Television, otherwise they would really care about it, and they might not be able to do anything about you, but venting their anger on Qin Ke who was covered by you would be...
wrong.
Wait a moment…
Assistant Tang's mental complaints suddenly stopped abruptly, and he was belatedly paying attention to other issues.
What does "you are mine now" mean? !
His eyes widened in horror, and he looked back in the rearview mirror.
I saw Song Yunran lazily leaning on the back of the chair, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his lips, so affectionate and gratified, his eyes were fixed on Qin On Ke's body, he didn't move away for a long time.
If Assistant Tang has the special ability to read minds, then he will definitely hear—
Song Yunran: [Now you know how much your father takes care of you, I really want the driver to play "Father" to influence you, a rebellious son, sooner.]
But the key is that Assistant Tang is just an ordinary person.
The ten minutes from the parking lot to the restaurant were enough for Assistant Tang to think too much.
He thought of Song Yunran seriously browsing Qin Ke's Weibo, thinking of Song Yunran waiting to watch Qin Ke filming on the set without eating, and thinking of Song Yunran temporarily regretting not agreeing to arrange an assistant for Qin Ke.
In the end, he thought that Qin Ke became Xinghe's signed artist when no one knew about it.
What are the secrets of these two people...
Assistant Tang couldn't help becoming anxious, what to do.
Mr. Song asked him to report Mr. Song's itinerary on a regular basis, but Mr. Song is an adult after all, and he is also an adult with a lot of money. If he has any thoughts that adults should move, don't I have to report to Mr. Song in detail? President Song
too difficult.
He sighed in his heart, deeply feeling that the job of an assistant is not easy to do.
Two knocks on the window awakened Assistant Tang from his anxiety. He turned his head hastily, only to realize that he had already arrived outside the restaurant door at some point, and the person who caused his anxiety was looking at him from outside the car with a puzzled expression on his face.
Song Yunran found that his assistant was a little sluggish at the moment, so he couldn't help asking in a low voice, "What are you doing?"
It started raining outside on the way, so Assistant Tang didn't get out of the car early to help him hold an umbrella, but he actually asked the dignified CEO to come and ask him to get out of the car
Thinking of this, Song Yunran turned to look at Qin Ke again.
Just now, when Qin Ke saw that Assistant Tang didn't respond, he took the initiative to take out the umbrella in the car and stood outside to greet him. Even the driver in the front row was not as fast as him, which shows that a child can be taught.
Qin Ke held the umbrella with one hand, and when he saw that Assistant Tang was about to open the door and get out of the car, he took two steps back.
Then he saw Song Yunran still standing there stupidly, while Assistant Tang, who seemed flustered for some reason, opened the car door without looking up as if he didn't see the boss.
Seeing that the car door was about to hit Song Yunran, Qin Ke couldn't stand it any longer: "Be careful."
While thinking about whether there was something wrong with the people of Xinghe Entertainment, he reached out and grabbed Song Yunran's wrist in time and pulled him towards him.
The ground was a bit slippery, Song Yunran was caught off guard and pulled, his feet staggered and almost hit Qin Ke.
A few drops of rain dripped into his neckline, causing a burst of coldness.
Song Yunran shivered from the cold, quickly squeezed under the umbrella, glared at Qin Ke inexplicably, and asked, "What are you pulling me for?"
Qin Ke replied helplessly: "You were almost hit by the door."
He said these words very softly, and was directly covered by the suddenly louder wind and rain.
Song Yunran didn't hear it, so he moved closer, raised his face and asked, "What?"
Qin Ke had no choice but to lower his head slightly, and put his lips close to his ear: "You blocked the car door."
"Oh."
Song Yun suddenly realized and nodded. When he turned his gaze, he saw Assistant Tang resting his hand on the side of the car door and stepping on the ground with one foot. He froze there as if someone had fixed him in place, and then he seemed to be activated suddenly. He got out of the car with his hands and feet, and walked in front of them stiffly and quickly.
What is going on here, Song Yunran can't figure it out.
It wasn't until the three of them finally entered the gate of the restaurant that he took advantage of Qin Ke's opportunity to release the umbrella and whispered to his subordinates: "Are you feeling unwell? Otherwise, I'll ask the driver to take you back earlier, don't hold back."
Assistant Tang wiped the rain from his face: "No, I'm fine."
Song Yunran was dubious: "Are you sure it's okay? If it's okay, don't be in a daze. Qin Ke just joined our company, you have to cheer up and perform well."
Don't let others think that the assistant president of Xinghe entertainment is only at this level.
Assistant Tang coughed dryly: "I understand, Mr. Song."
He closed his eyes, recalling the scene he saw when he got out of the car.
If he read correctly, Qin Ke did kiss Song Yunran's ear under the cover of an umbrella.
That's all, that's it.
Let's keep it a secret for Mr. Song first.
Assistant Tang took a deep breath and felt that the responsibility on his shoulders was heavier.