Song Yunran was heartbroken, but fortunately the porridge in this shop was very thick, and the few side dishes Qin Ke bought were also to his liking, so that the dinner would not look too depressing.
After filling her stomach, Song Yunran was in the mood to talk about business.
This time he took the initiative to dim the lights in the ward to ensure that others could not see the swelling on his forehead, and then he said slowly: "That classmate of yours, the script is well written?"
In just two days, Song Yunran's awareness of secrecy has achieved a qualitative leap.
He deliberately showed an attitude of ignorance of Zhong Xiaofeng, so as to prevent Qin Ke from asking further questions.
Qin Ke is also very cautious: "He has not evaluated other companies, but in my opinion, his level is not inferior to some professional screenwriters online."
Song Yunran gave a calm "hmm" on the surface, but his hands hidden under the quilt were already clenched into fists with excitement.
This is Zhong Xiaofeng! When he was an actor, the screenwriter he wanted to work with the most, unexpectedly in this life, would come directly to his door. It seems that the scales of the world are finally willing to favor him as a tool man.
Thinking of this, a little complacency flashed across Song Yunran's expression.
But he still has a sliver of rationality left, and he feels that he should not be too obvious, let alone agree too quickly.
If Qin Ke mistakenly thought that what he said was particularly useful, wouldn't his tail be raised to the sky
So, Song Yunran said: "You ask him to sort out the work first, I need someone to evaluate it."
Qin Ke relayed the news to Zhong Xiaofeng, and said seriously: "Thank you, don't worry, his works will not disappoint you."
It's up to you to say, Song Yunran complained in his heart, I know much better than you.
Unexpectedly, he got a gold medal screenwriter, which made Song Yunran feel more and more bright about the future.
He cheered up, temporarily forgetting the injury on his head, picked up the phone and diligently looked at the documents in the mailbox.
Although Assistant Tang is unreliable in small things, he handles big things beautifully.
The latest developments of several variety show planning projects invested by Galaxy Investment are clearly written in the documents in an orderly manner.
Song Yunran confirmed the approvals one by one, and suddenly remembered something.
No, he obviously asked Qin Ke to come over and take care of him, so why did he work hard while Qin Ke sat leisurely on the sofa
Didn't this become Qin Ke supervising his work? !
There is no reason for this.
Gotta find something for him to do.
Qin Ke took a sip of water, and when he turned his head, he saw Song Yunran leaning on the head of the bed, staring at him without blinking.
"Do you have a headache?" Qin Ke walked over and asked softly, "Do you want to call a doctor for you?"
"Don't make noise, I'm thinking I should ask you to do something." Song Yunran plausibly said, "There is no reason for the boss to work and the employees to watch."
"..."
Qin Ke glanced at the fruit basket Shen Yiyi sent earlier, "Shall I peel an apple for you?"
Song Yunran patted his thigh: "Ah, yes."
Qin Ke could tell that Song Yunran just couldn't calm down.
Ordinary people stay in bed when they are admitted to the hospital, lest the injury worsen, but he is different. After jumping up and down, someone has to talk to him.
If he didn't think it was embarrassing to go out with a bag on his forehead, maybe he could still run around the hospital a few times.
Song Yunran finally found a way to torment Qin Ke, immediately put his work behind him, adjusted the position of the pillow, sat comfortably and waited to eat his apple.
Qin Ke went out and asked the nurse to borrow a fruit knife, and sat by the bed to peel apples.
His fingers were slender and white, and he held the handle with a little force. The bent joints reflected the bright red color of the apple, creating a pleasing artistic conception.
If there is a fly in the ointment, it is that he only discovered now that there is a very faint scar on Qin Ke's index finger.
"How did you get this scar?" He asked curiously.
Qin Ke lowered his eyes: "When I was a child, I cooked and burned it."
Song Yunran asked, "How old were you then?"
"Five or six years old," Qin Ke replied calmly, "I don't remember clearly."
Song Yunran's eyelashes trembled, and he vaguely remembered that Qin Ke was born in a single-parent family in the book. His mother was busy with work and worked overtime all the year round, so from a very young age, Qin Ke had to learn to take care of himself.
He imagined a picture in his mind. Qin Ke, who was only five or six years old, stepped on a bench and stood in the kitchen. He accidentally burned his fingers and cried loudly. There was no adult around him who could help, and he had to be clumsy. Treat the wound properly.
The sense of substitution was so strong that Song Yunran's fingers began to hurt.
Is this also the only way to be the protagonist
Really, why bother.
"I suddenly found that I was very full. Keep the apples for yourself."
Song Yunran turned his head awkwardly, "Let me go, I'm going to take a shower, remember to go to bed early after eating."
After finishing speaking, regardless of Qin Ke's expression, he lifted the quilt, got off the bed and walked into the bathroom with a dull head.
Forget it, thinking about it carefully, Qin Ke is also very pitiful.
Be nicer to him in the future.
The next day, the doctor arranged another examination for Song Yunran, and then announced that he could be discharged from the hospital.
Song Yunran returned to the ward and found that Qin Ke, who had bought him breakfast in the morning, had gone somewhere.
He looked at the empty ward and frowned, suspecting that the will of the original work was against him again.
Just decided to be nice to Qin Ke last night, but the other party left him and slipped away
Song Yunran was so angry that he hummed several times, took his mobile phone and left quickly.
As a result, when he reached the elevator entrance, he bumped into Qin Ke who had just come back from the outside.
"Where have you been?" he asked unhappily.
Qin Ke said, "Buy a hat."
Song Yunran: "...?"
Your father is lying in the hospital, and you actually have the leisure to go shopping? !
He took a deep breath, and at the moment when the little flame of anger was about to be rekindled—
Qin Ke suddenly stepped forward, raised his hand and put a baseball cap on his head.
Song Yunran raised his head in confusion, revealing those beautiful eyes from under the brim of his hat, and asked suspiciously, "Why?"
Qin Ke lowered his head slightly, and raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction: "It's okay, it can be covered to some extent, let's go."
Song Yunran was stunned for a while, until the two of them walked into the elevator, and then slowly saw his appearance clearly from the mirror wall of the elevator.
The brim of the black hat blocked the position above his eyebrows and his forehead hair. As long as they didn't look carefully, no one would be able to find the red and swollen pouch on his forehead.
"..."
Song Yunran pursed his lower lip, lowered the brim of his hat expressionlessly, and hesitated for a long time before finally saying two words vaguely, "...Thank you."
Song Yunran rested at home for a few days. He lived a peaceful life these days, but the noise on the Internet never stopped.
As one girl after another came out to accuse Chu Xiaochen of deceiving her feelings, related entries such as #楚晓晨跑出娱乐圈#, #楚晓晨巨世烟男# were frequently searched by netizens in turn. The company can't even withdraw.
When the matter developed to this point, it had nothing to do with Song Yunran.
Anyway, his original intention was just to remind investors to withdraw their capital in time. As for the future of Chu Xiaochen, a scum, he had no time to care.
On the day when it was time to interview actors, Song Yunran's forehead had almost subsided.
Before going out, he looked in the mirror, hesitated for a few seconds, and took the baseball cap Qin Ke bought for him and put it on his head.
When the car drove halfway, Song Jidong called: "Yun Ran, how did you and Shen Yiyi know each other?"
Song Yunran asked in amazement: "Dad, how come you even learned to eat melons on the Internet?"
Song Jidong was inexplicable: "What melon to eat? It was Shen Yiyi's father who contacted me just now, saying that you helped him solve a serious matter in his heart. In order to express his gratitude, he is willing to sell their piece of land on the outskirts of the city to Ning Dong. Both parties will jointly invest in smart phones. Retirement community."
Ningdong wanted to build a smart retirement community a few years ago, but he couldn't find a land with beautiful scenery and suitable for retirement in the suburbs of Yan City, so the plan had to be shelved.
This time, Shen, who had never cooperated before, took the initiative to throw out an olive branch, which surprised Song Jidong, and at the same time, he couldn't help asking one more question out of curiosity.
Only after this question did he know that Song Yunran had made such contributions in the middle.
The Shen couple originally did not agree with their daughter's marriage, but back then Shen Yiyi was deceived by Chu Xiaochen's rhetoric, and she chose to get married not to mention her daughter, but also married in a low-key manner for Chu Xiaochen's career. On the one hand, it matches his personality of staying single.
Parents see it in their eyes and are anxious in their hearts.
Now that Shen Yiyi finally figured it out and was willing to divorce, after they knew what happened, they naturally felt deeply grateful to Song Yunran's family.
A piece of land is nothing as long as it can help their precious daughter find her way back.
What's more, Ningdong Real Estate's development strength lies there, and the two companies will have more exchanges in the future. In the final analysis, it will be a good thing to have the best of both worlds.
After listening to Song Jidong's explanation, Song Yunran rubbed his nose and said, "I don't actually know her very well, we only met through friends of friends."
Song Jidong didn't know their younger generation's social circle, and he didn't suspect it when he heard it. He just praised with a smile: "In the past, it was my parents who were wrong. I thought you started the company just for fun. I didn't expect you to be able to help the family now." But the scale of Xinghe is indeed too small, you see, otherwise, Dad will buy you a big company, how about Wancheng Film and Television?"
Song Yunran was almost choked by his father's rich and powerful tone: "No, no, no! Xinghe is fine, you can let Wancheng go."
With his current strength, such a big company simply cannot manage it.
Seeing that he was determined not to buy Wancheng, Song Jidong could only give up in resentment.
When the conversation between the father and son ended, the driver also parked the car downstairs at Xinghe Entertainment.
Assistant Tang hadn't seen Song Yunran for several days, and he missed him a little. He waited outside the company early today, and when he saw the brightly colored luxury car stop, he went forward to open the door for Mr. Song.
After the door opened, Song Yunran had just revealed his head when Assistant Tang's hand holding the car door paused.
This hat...
Song Yunran subconsciously pressed the brim of his hat: "What kind of eyes are you looking at, don't I look good in a hat?"
The weather is warm today. To match this black baseball cap, he deliberately changed into a loose long-sleeved T-shirt and jeans. Coupled with his refreshing and handsome appearance, no one will doubt him even if he is a high school student in his teenage years.
Assistant Tang was stunned for a moment before saying, "No, Mr. Song, you look really good today."
It just doesn't look like the president anymore.