Song Yunran couldn't drink the soup anymore.
He tremblingly asked: "Are you sure you want to kill so seriously? Dad, when grandma was alive, she said that you didn't even dare to kill fish when you were young. Now you still have the courage to kill?"
Song Jidong sneered: "Who said that you must do it yourself if you kill him."
An old friend of his retired became obsessed with online novels. Song Jidong was not interested in online novels, but occasionally he visited a friend's house and was forced to listen to some episodes.
At that time, Song Jidong still didn’t understand. He felt that the other party, a successful person with high authority on the surface, actually liked these novels that were unrealistic at first glance. But now he thanked his friends in his heart and unintentionally helped him and his son build common topics.
Song Jidong used his limited experience to analyze: "Dad understands, you are a TV series about revenge, and it is the same as your Uncle Zou's favorite "Grass Roots Counterattack". The protagonist who has become famous has nothing , in the face of the wealthy villain, it seems that he has no power to fight back."
Song Yunran: "...It doesn't have to be a villain, right?"
Song Jidong didn't listen: "But don't forget, the protagonist is a reborn person. He not only has a wealth of life experience, but also knows the future. Let the protagonist behave in a low-key manner in the early stage, and he can even ambush the villain and collect the villain's information with humiliation." When the time is right, we will directly destroy the villain's company!"
Song Yunran's eyes darkened, as if he had seen the scene of Galaxy Entertainment going bankrupt.
He asked anxiously, "Well, what then?"
"Then the villain will be in so much pain that life would be better than death, why can't you even think of this."
Song Jidong gave him a disgusted look, "You watch more TV than I do, and the villain jumps off a building or river in despair, just pick the one you like."
ah? Does that make me pick a favorite way to die
Song Yunran was terrified.
He felt that what Lao Song said sounded very logical, and it was simply the reappearance of Qin Ke's mental journey!
Song Jidong participated in the writing of the plot for the first time, and he was very inspired.
He didn't care about the soup, and after thinking about it, he said, "However, I heard that the review of TV dramas is very strict now, and it may not be easy for the villain to commit suicide. Why don't you arrange for the protagonist to put the villain in jail, and it can still conform to the country's law-enforcement propaganda."
"... Dad, I'm going to bed, good night."
Song Yunran propped up the dining table and stood up, reminding the servant to bring monica to his room later, he needs a little fluffy comfort tonight.
Song Jidong looked at the back of his son going upstairs, very puzzled.
What's the matter, did he speak badly
Obviously very exciting.
At ten o'clock in the evening, Song Yunran came out of the shower and saw Monica obediently lying beside his pillow.
He threw himself on the bed, hugged Monica tightly, and let out several painful sighs.
It's over, when he was taking a shower just now, he remembered how he was bragging about being Qin Ke's father, and he deeply realized what it meant to be overwhelmed.
These days, he has been playing on Qin Ke's thunder point!
Looking at Monica who was still tilting her head to show her cuteness, Song Yunran felt a deep worry in his heart.
If Qin Ke is really reborn, when he takes revenge, will he not spare even the dog
No, absolutely not sitting still.
Song Yunran got up quickly, and decided to put aside the great goal of being a father. The most urgent task is to reduce Qin Ke's anger value. Even if he can't retreat in the end, at least he can't hurt the dog who grew up with him.
He turned on the phone camera and snapped a quick photo of monica.
Then pick out a few good-looking ones and send them to Qin Ke: [Look, this is the monica I told you about, isn't it cute?]
Song Yunran guessed that Qin Ke must still be filming, so he didn't foolishly wait for a reply.
He fell back on the pillow, and not long after meeting Samoyed's eyes, his eyelids gradually felt heavy.
After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, he vaguely heard the sound of the door opening.
Who, actually came into my room without authorization.
He muttered a few words in dissatisfaction, turned over to pet the dog, but only touched the cold sheet.
Monica is gone!
Song Yunran sat up in shock, only to find that several people were already standing in the room at some point.
Assistant Tang held Monica with a sad face, Zhong Xiaofeng looked at him inscrutablely, and the tall figure standing in the middle...
He rubbed his eyes and took a closer look, who else could it be if it wasn't Qin Ke
"Who let you in?" Song Yunran asked unhappily, "Aren't you filming, what are you doing back to Yan City, and do you want to make money for Dad?"
Qin Ke lowered his eyes and sneered, but said nothing.
Assistant Tang stammered, "Xiao, Mr. Song...you are already bankrupt."
Song Yunran: "???"
"You still call him Mr. Song?" Qin Ke finally spoke, his tone was full of indifference, "Zhong Xiaofeng, ask him if he likes jumping off buildings or jumping into rivers."
Zhong Xiaofeng pinched his finger bones, not at all like the usual weak chicken who rushed to draft and collapsed, and walked over arrogantly.
Song Yunran was shocked and wanted to call the police with his mobile phone, but there were signs of mobile phones everywhere he looked.
He didn't know what the servants at home were doing, so he could only back away in a hurry, and he didn't care about the pain when he accidentally fell under the bed, so he got up in a panic and wanted to run outside.
Zhong Xiaofeng teleported to the door, blocking his way, and asked gloomily, "Do you know what's wrong?"
"What did I do wrong?!" Song Yunran was furious, "You came to my house at night and asked me if I knew I was wrong?!"
Zhong Xiaofeng said contemptuously: "It seems that I don't know."
He looked behind Song Yunran, "What should I do?"
The cold voice of Hades sounded every word: "Then throw him down."
Song Yunran was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. He turned his head to look at Assistant Tang, his only confidant, but he saw that the other party lowered his head and wiped his glasses with his tie, as if he wanted to pretend to turn a blind eye to this atrocity.
The three-storey villa that I have been used to living in for a long time has become so tall at this time.
Song Yunran was picked up by Zhong Xiaofeng, who was as strong as an ox, and stood by the window. He struggled frantically, clung to the window sill and refused to let go, but in the end he was no match for Zhong Xiaofeng's strength, and his fingers were forcibly broken.
Just before falling, he heard Qin Ke say, "Monica is really cute, and it will be mine from now on."
"Do not!"
A cry of tears from those who heard it resounded in Song Yunran's bedroom.
He opened his eyes suddenly and found himself still lying on the bed, Monica was licking his hair faithfully.
It turned out to be a dream.
Downstairs, a servant looked suspiciously at the second floor: "Mr. Song, was the young master calling just now?"
"You lost the game again." Song Jidong opened the financial magazine calmly, "Don't worry about him."
Song Yunran, who was not playing games, sat up, swallowed his throat with lingering fear, grabbed monica and squeezed it wildly until monica jumped out of bed unhappily, and the beating heart gradually returned to normal.
The wall clock on the wall pointed to eleven o'clock, and only a few dozen minutes had passed since he sent Qin Ke a message.
He glanced at his phone, but Qin Ke hadn't replied yet.
But the too real dream just now made him unable to wait any longer with peace of mind.
Who knows if that could be a prophetic dream
Song Yunran had no dog to pet at the moment, so he could only mess with his hair.
After thinking about it, he always felt that there was only a dead end waiting ahead.
After all, even a kind and friendly person like his father can madly come up with all kinds of ways to get back at the villain.
What's more, what about Qin Ke who has personally experienced being forced to be reborn
Although Song Yunran still firmly believes that he is not a villain, in Qin Ke's eyes, maybe that's how he really sees him.
Song Yunran drooped his head and remained silent for a long time.
After half an hour, he opened the door and went downstairs slowly.
Everyone seems to have fallen asleep, and there is only one small lamp left downstairs for nighttime lighting.
Song Yunran hesitated for a long time, but still didn't have the courage to go to the basement to get red wine.
He searched around the kitchen, only found the cooking wine used by the chef for cooking, after thinking about it, he decided to take the whole bottle away.
Back in the room, Monica was lying on the spacious hexagonal bay window with a temper tantrum.
Song Yunran took his mobile phone and cooking wine and sat there, his long legs propped lazily on the ground, his eyes staring at the floor in a daze.
The phone that had been waiting for a long time finally rang at this moment.
Song Yunran took a look and found that what Qin Ke replied was not a message, but a video call directly.
He cleared his throat, and swipe away from the screen with a kind of gutsy courage.
The second after the signal was connected, Song Yunran frowned.
What the hell, why is it so dark on the other side of the phone.
After taking a closer look, I realized that the camera seemed to be aimed at a river. There were dim lights flickering on the other side of the river, which inexplicably showed a somewhat terrifying atmosphere at night.
Qin Ke's deep voice came through the phone: "Can you see clearly?"
"What is Heicheng looking at like this?" Song Yunran was at a loss.
Qin Ke: "Don't worry, there is still half a minute."
Song Yunran didn't want to think about it, but he always felt that the translation of Qin Ke's words meant "I'll send you on my way in half a minute."
He stretched out his other hand silently, grabbing the cooking wine bottle unconsciously, ready to take a sip at any time.
What are you afraid of, at worst, you will be reborn again!
Just as this idea came up, the dark phone screen suddenly lit up.
As if by magic, countless radiant fireworks rose in the night sky, and the gorgeous and gorgeous colors covered the entire sky.
Song Yunran was stunned, watching the fireworks bloom, fall, and rise again like a bright Milky Way in his vision.
It wasn't until the end of a fireworks show that he slowly came back to his senses, his voice was a little bit confused after shock: "Why are you showing me this?"
Qin Ke turned the camera to the front, looking like he was in a hotel room.
He smiled and said: "I saw your news when I came back from work. The dog is cute, but I have nothing to share here. Xiao Ke just said that there will be a fireworks display in the opposite town tonight, so I will show you." .”
Song Yunran: "?"
Judging by the tone, it doesn't look like he wants to throw him downstairs.
Could it be that Qin Ke was not reborn, but that his imagination was too rich
Seeing that he didn't speak, Qin Ke took the initiative to speak: "There is something I've wanted to ask since just now."
"Huh?" Song Yunran was immediately alert.
Qin Ke pointed to the screen: "Is that a bottle of cooking wine in your hand?"
Song Yunran: "..."
Embarrassing, watching the fireworks show so magically, I completely forgot that I was still holding a bottle of rebirth weapon in my hand.
He twitched the corner of his mouth, put the bottle aside as if he was calm, and explained, "Don't get me wrong, this is what Monica took out of the kitchen, and I'm about to put it back."
Qin Ke glanced at the Samoyed lying on the window sill, and smiled with his lips curled up.
Song Yunran was so flustered by his laughter, after thinking about it, he asked tentatively: "The filming of "Jianghu Road" is almost over?"
Qin Ke: "There is still one month."
Song Yunran nodded: "Chen Jing has contacted you for a new audition, right?"
"She mentioned a few words to me." Qin Ke raised his eyebrows, "Why, I'm afraid I won't be filming?"
You are the main character, how come there is no filming
Song Yunran muttered in his heart, but on the surface he wanted to cover up and asked: "No, I mean, you see, the company treats you very well, and I, I also... take special care of you, more than other artists, yes no?"
Qin Ke had a half-smile: "Mr. Xiao Song wants to be a father again?"
Song Yunran swears that this is pure rumor.
His whole head has been pinched by others, how dare he mention being a father now.
Although I really want to.
On the other end of the phone, Qin Ke's gaze sank.
If it was the past, when this topic was mentioned, Song Yunran would definitely answer a few words with great interest, how could it be like today, the whole person is like a stuffed gourd, frowning at every turn and keeping quiet.
Something is wrong.
And from Qin Ke's point of view, there is a bit of guilt that is familiar to him in this kind of strangeness.
Some time ago, when he questioned Song Yunran on the set why he ran around, a similar guilty conscience appeared in Song Yunran's eyes.
If the timeline is pushed back further, there will be the time when they were standing downstairs in the apartment building of the Upper Court in Xicheng, talking about Chu Xiaochen.
Although the last time Song Yunran brought up the statement that he and Shen Yiyi worked together to control the scumbag, Qin Ke had no way of judging the truth.
But he still hasn't figured out why Song Yunran suddenly pays attention to Cheng Jiaming's every move.
In his previous life, Song Yunran worked as an artist at Wancheng Film and Television, and he had no relationship with Cheng Jiaming. In this life, he switched to a management company, and he had no reason to take the initiative to befriend Cheng Jiaming.
This feeling of being covered in fog made Qin Ke feel uncomfortable.
He didn't want to maintain the status quo and continue to guess whether it was true or false.
After a moment of silence, Qin Ke sorted out his thoughts. If the strange fog had been entwined around him and Song Yunran, then he would be the one who tore through the fog. No matter what the result was, he had to make his own judgment.
"Mr. Song." Qin Ke said calmly.
Song Yunran, who was preoccupied, raised his head and asked nervously, "What are you doing?"
Qin Ke's eyes fell on his clear and restless eyes.
He lowered his voice and asked seriously: "When "Jianghu Road" is finished, I want to come back and treat you to a meal, is that okay?"
The author has something to say: After this meal, let’s go on the road (bushi