Rebirth: I escort the male god

"Tongtong, Tongtong! Wake up! Help daddy!"

Mi Tong was sleeping well, but suddenly he dreamed of an earthquake. His whole body was shaking violently. He was dizzy and couldn't hold it in, so he vomited.

Seeing this, Father Mi quickly took a tissue to wipe his mouth and said, "I'm sorry, Tongtong, but the situation is urgent and Dad can't do anything. Can you please call Aqing?"

After vomiting, Mi Tong regained consciousness a little, but he was still in a state of confusion. He could vaguely tell from the voice that it was his father, "Dad, what are you doing? I'm so sleepy. I want to sleep."

"Be good, go to sleep later and call A Qing." At this time, Father Mi had already brought his phone in front of him, unlocked the face successfully, found Ling Qing's number and called.

Mi Tong muttered, "No, I won't beat you up, you bastard!"

"Tongtong, be good, just think of it as helping daddy, okay?"

Otherwise, if we wait until tomorrow, something serious might happen. Now I can only hope that my son can persuade the person to come back.

Seeing that the call was connected, Father Mi immediately put the phone to his son's ear, and he took the opportunity to lean closer to listen.

"Tongtong, why are you calling me? Are you feeling unwell?"

Ling Qing's concerned voice came from the other end, and Mi Tong was already drowsy and about to fall asleep again. Seeing that something was wrong, Mi's father gritted his teeth and pinched his leg hard.

"Ouch!" Mi Tong felt pain, tears immediately filled his eyes, "There is a bug that wants me, come back quickly and help me kill the bug, it hurts, oooo, it hurts so much..."

Father Mi was ecstatic, well done, son!

"Be good, there are no bugs in the house. Are you having a nightmare?" Ling Qing's gentle voice of consolation came from the other end, but Mi Tong looked down with tears in her eyes and saw that her legs were red, but Ling Qing said it was a dream and that this man didn't love her at all.

"Wuwu, you're lying. I'm obviously in so much pain, you bad guy, I don't want you!" She hung up the phone angrily, then fell into the quilt, crying, closing her eyes, and fell asleep again.

Father Mi looked at the phone that had been hung up, feeling a little confused. Could this really persuade the person to come back? Should he try again?

But looking at his son's eyelashes filled with tears, he finally put the phone back where it belonged.

Forget it, children and grandchildren have their own blessings. He has done what he can, and the rest depends on God's will.

But he didn't know that after he left, Mi Tong's phone rang several times but no one answered. Ling Qing on the other end of the phone was so anxious that he didn't even bother to settle the score with anyone. He quickly turned the car around and headed home.

An hour later, Ling Qing hurried upstairs. Because his movements were too loud, Mi's father, who was smoking in the study, heard the noise and opened the door. He found that it was Ling Qing who came back, and then he finally returned to his room with peace of mind.

Ling Qing pushed the door open with force and went in, only to see Mi Tong curled up in the quilt, groaning in pain. He felt so distressed that he picked him up and carried him to the guest bedroom next door.

He had slept in the guest bedroom before, and someone had been cleaning it all the time. Now it was convenient for him to move Mi Tong over here. He put him on the bed and lay down on it himself, holding him in his arms and comforting him, "Be good, it doesn't hurt anymore, the bugs have been driven away..."

I don’t know if his words worked or if Mi Tong just fell asleep, but after a while, he stopped humming and fell asleep obediently.

Listening to the long breath coming from his arms, Ling Wei breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head to look at the person in his arms, looked at the dry tears in his eyes, and suddenly felt a little guilty...

He was too idealistic and of course felt that there was no need to explain, but he did not expect to bring such great psychological pressure to Tongtong. It seems that he has to explain things clearly, otherwise Tongtong will probably feel very uncomfortable in the future.

"It hurts... Ling Qing, it hurts... wuwu... you don't even love me..." A confused mumbling voice suddenly sounded, and Ling Qing immediately hugged the person tighter.

"Be good, I love you, I love you very much, Tongtong, you are my life, how can I not love you, I'm sorry, I was wrong this time, I swear, I will never make you sad again, be good, it doesn't hurt..."

But Mi Tong simply couldn't listen and just kept shouting in pain. Ling Qing was extremely anxious, fearing that he was really in pain. He turned around and turned on the bedside lamp, quickly went to the next room to get clothes to put on him, and then carried him downstairs to the hospital.

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Mingyi Entertainment is an old entertainment company. Because the management lacked unique vision and failed to keep up with the pace of development, the company's survival was already in jeopardy. However, recently due to a certain event, the company's popularity has soared, bringing a lot of dividends to the company.

And all this is thanks to their artist Fu Yilan.

In the president’s office of Mingyi, the boss of Mingyi was nodding and bowing, looking at the golden hen in front of him with a smile on his face. This was Mingyi’s money tree - Fu Yilan.

"Xiao Lan, the popularity of you and Young Master Ling Feng has dropped a lot recently. How about you invite him to dinner and I'll arrange for the paparazzi to take some photos of you to bring more money to the company?"

Fu Yilan ignored him and just admired her freshly done manicure alone.

Boss Mingyi made a three with a somewhat painful expression, "How about a 30-70 split of the profits, you get 30 and I get 70."

Although I am reluctant to do so, as long as I can make money for the company, it's fine.

Unexpectedly, Fu Yilan smiled coldly, "Boss Ming, you are not sincere enough. You should know that if it weren't for me, the company would have filed for bankruptcy long ago. How can you still talk to me about the 30-70 split?

"Then...how much do you want..."

Fu Yilan didn't beat around the bush and got straight to the point, "Fifty-fifty, plus 30% of the company's equity. If Mr. Ming can meet this requirement, I guarantee that you will have a steady stream of money in the future."

After all, after she married Ling Qing, she would be the eldest daughter of Lingfeng Group. Her fame, popularity, and popularity would definitely increase. Would she still worry about not having a name? At worst, by then, she would have plenty of money, and she could make a career out of it.

Mingyi covered his chest tightly, his upper and lower lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a word.

Fifty-fifty split, and she still wants thirty shares, why doesn't she go to heaven!

But he was not stupid. He knew Fu Yilan's current value. However, he still had one concern that needed to be confirmed. "Are you sure you will marry Young Master Ling Feng soon?"

If they can really get married, then Ming Yi's development will not be bad at all. But he is afraid that this girl is fooling him. After all, this routine is not uncommon in the entertainment industry.

"Tsk, how could what I said be false? The date has been set. It's the day before the Spring Festival, on the 25th day of the twelfth lunar month. The invitations have already been printed in the factory. Yours, Mr. Ming, will definitely be included by then. Don't worry." Fu Yilan said.

"Really?!"

But before he could finish his excitement, the office door was violently opened. Mingyi was about to scold the man for not knocking on the door, but he saw a tall boy standing at the door angrily.

"Really? How come I'm getting married but I don't know about it? Miss Fu Yilan, who are you?"