After the rebirth, the former collapsed person was set

Song Anqing and the other five chose a good time, arriving just behind Zhu Yan and the others. By the time Liu Ruchen's team arrived, the housing had already been allocated.

In fact, there is not much difference between the three rooms, they are all the same simple, the only difference is the number of compartments.The room of Liu Ruchen's team consisted of a cubicle and a large bunk, so there was no dispute as to who slept in the cubicle.

Song Anqing's house consists of three cubicles, and one person can live in a room alone.

Zhu Yan and the others have one room for each of them.

Song Anqing watched the four of them tacitly leave the private room to himself, "Is that why you don't want to live with me?"

"No, the main reason is that I dare not." Yi Shaohua couldn't help being mean at all times, "It's enough for you to be as beautiful as a flower, there is no need to drag us into the water."

There will be no photographer by the side, the photography has not started, and none of them have microphones on them.

"It's okay, we will be with you all the time during the day, and you can sleep alone at night."

Song Anqing stared at Yi Shaohua's knowing expression, "Since you think I'm tricky, shouldn't you sleep with me?"

"Didn't someone notify us, the orders from above must be strictly followed."

Song Anqing really wants to say it now, he is now the company's largest shareholder, and Su Tianshao is under his control!

"Forget it, let's eat first."

"Second brother, I didn't mean you. Husband and wife quarrel. That's not the bedside quarrel. Seeing that President Su has warned us like this, why don't you be a little softer?"

Yi Shaohua embraced Song Anqing with a friendly face.

"I'm not, I'm not..."

"Why are you in such a hurry to deny? How many buddies can't tell? You haven't seen the eyes that you and Mr. Su stared at each other every time, just like two newlyweds."

"Every time you talk about Mr. Su, your eyes are like shining, and when Mr. Su sees you, tsk tsk, I can't describe it. Although I don't know the exact relationship between you, but every time you see The first time I looked at President Su like a resentful woman, I couldn't figure it out."

Yi Shaohua went to the vegetable basket to pick vegetables while talking, and then curled his lips.

"Tell me, the son of the richest man, what's wrong with talking to Mr. Su, even if it's not suitable in the end, at worst, you'll get rid of him, and you won't lose."

Yi Shaohua was choosing dishes while talking, but he didn't see Song Anqing whose face had turned black at all.

"It's not appropriate." Zong Zhengsi whispered beside him, while Gong Siyuan and Cheng Ziyang were washing rice and chopping vegetables, and then watched the three of them playing tricks as if they were watching a play.

Before Song Anqing could fight back, he was sensitive to the prying eyes, and he knew that the program crew had secretly started filming.

Song Anqing walked slowly to Yi Shaohua's side, knelt down and picked up the unfinished vegetables at his hand, and cleaned them up clumsily. After he finished cleaning according to his preference, there was only a bald stalk of celery left.

"You've been getting smarter lately."

"Thank you for your compliment, young master. I will continue to work hard." After all, Yi Shaohua is a newcomer who has just debuted. No matter how familiar he is with the entertainment industry, Song Anqing, who is immersed in it, is not familiar with the camera, so he is still planning to teach himself With the love experience I have gained, I just feel that Song Anqing's performance at this meeting is a bit too gentle.

"I said, you have to listen to me on this matter."

"Listen to you, we are still feeding mosquitoes on the mountain, can we squat here and cook with such peace of mind?" Song Anqing hit Yi Shaohua on the head with his bald celery, and Yi Shaohua's specious words made Yi Shaohua I understand what he means.

He secretly scolded the director team for being cunning, and continued to chat with Song Anqing with a smile, "Aren't you fascinated by this beautiful natural scenery?"

He poked Zong Zhengsi with his elbow, "Don't be sneaky here, go and see how your brother Gong's rice is doing, cut a chili for us, and then ask sister Zhu if she needs any help .”

Zong Zhengsi still hadn't realized how the man who was rambling just now would become serious now, he could only attribute all this to brotherly love.

As soon as Gong Siyuan walked to the door after washing the rice and cutting the dishes, he smiled helplessly, "I don't like to hear this, Brother Gong, even if you call him Brother Yuan."

"Go take care of your Cheng Ziyang's affairs, you little brat, you still want me to be called brother?"

A few people suddenly became lively, Song Anqing couldn't tell whether it was for the effect of the show or the friendship between a few big boys was as simple as that, but he knew that these people at the moment didn't have any thoughts, they just debuted as pure as white A paper-like young man.

"Then you guys talk first, I'll go and see if Senior Liu's team has arrived." Song Anqing put down half a celery stalk in his hand, just now because he was not used to seeing the first half, a celery was repaired by him to only half of it.

After he went out, he happened to see Liu Ruchen and the others entering the third room, and Bai Luchen's eyes that had not yet retracted. This look was also very familiar to Song Anqing in his previous life. He was a little shaken by Yi Shaohua's persuasion, but now Song Anqing felt that Su Tianshao This person is unreliable.

With such an obvious white lotus, Su Tianshao was a successful entrepreneur in his previous life, so is he still being played around?What Song Anqing doubted even more was the look in his eyes, did he think highly of Su Tianshao?

Su Tianshao, who was drinking tea with Song Mingze, accidentally sneezed, and then looked at Father Song apologetically, "I'm sorry, I may have caught a cold, so I won't be with you for now, and I will invite you back when I have a chance."

"Young people should pay attention to their health. Although business is important, life is even more important." Song Mingze didn't stop Su Tianshao, and sent Su Tianshao out, and then drove back home.

Mother Song was a little surprised that Mother Song came home at this time, but she still heated up the leftovers she had just eaten, "I thought you would not come home now."

"I didn't plan to go home to eat, but today I plan to eat in the restaurant with the company employees." Song Mingze quickly picked up two mouthfuls of food from the microwave.

"That's right, the food in the company cafeteria is better than these leftovers." Song's mother glanced at Song's father, and then drank lemonade slowly.

"No, I'm going to communicate with the staff today." Song Mingze wiped the sweat from his brow, quickly took my dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen to wash them, and sat next to Song's mother uneasily.

"Su Tianshao is an amazing kid." Although this matter was originally meant to be mentioned, it is not bad as a topic to break the deadlock. Unknowingly, Father Song gave Su Tianshao another point.

"I know, you've said this a hundred and eight thousand times, you don't mind it, but I still feel tired."

Because of Song's father's unnecessary actions, Su Tianshao has a long way to go to win his mother-in-law, and Song's father, who is obedient to his daughter-in-law, also begins the journey to make things difficult for Su Tianshao.

"I took back a painting, take a look." Song Mingze kept the colored lead painting brought by Su Tianshao.

After Song's mother saw this painting, her expression changed instantly, "This is a new one, not that one." She was very determined without any hesitation.

"Yes, but the details are almost the same." Father Song traced the painting with his fingers, but his fingers didn't touch the painting.

"Where did he get this painting?" Song's mother looked at the painting vigilantly, a little nostalgic, but also a little unclear, "I killed Qing'er."

"No, this matter has nothing to do with you. He got it from the storage room of the president of Yuanyang Company."

"He said that, so you believe it?" Mother Song sneered disdainfully, "Maybe this young man is deeper than you think."

"He can go to Yuanyang if he is not deep? Does he know about our relationship with Yuanyang?"

"Then you still want to treat him as a brother?"

"How do you know?" Song's father would wonder if Song's mother pressed the monitor for him.

"It's like you two brothers usually look good, as if no one can see it."

Song's father snatched the lemonade from Song's mother and took a sip, "You're wrong this time, I'm going to consider him the adopted son."

"Cough, cough, as long as you are happy." Mother Song rolled up the painting, "You can't scare the snake with Yuanyang, and then fold the child Su Tianshao into it. Although I don't know if it is an enemy or a friend, at least he is now Standing by our side, you still have to protect yourself."

Looking at Song's mother's pretended calm expression, Song Mingze sighed helplessly, "It's not your fault. There has been no news for so many years. Who knows that the other party still covets Qing'er."

"A friend in the police station told me that there were two situations in his behavior. One was nostalgia, and the other was child love. As for the delay in turning Qing'er on, it should be because Qing'er was in his hands. The only kid who escaped."

"But Qing'er said that there is another brother who saved him." Mother Song smiled, "But this idiot has a bad memory, and now he has forgotten those things. Fortunately, he forgot."

"At that time, I was going to find that little boy to repay, but thinking about it again, didn't I harm the child by finding the other party with great fanfare? We can keep Qing'er, but the other party's parents may not be able to keep the child." Song's mother did not Paying no attention to Song's father at the side, he walked up to the second floor muttering to himself.

That painting was originally designed for Song Anqing by a painter, but when Song Anqing went missing and was treated in the hospital with a high fever, the painting disappeared inexplicably, and now it came back in such a strange way. It is not the original version, Father Song I closed my eyes and pondered for a while, who would have stolen this painting back then?

Everyone is thinking about this painting. As the protagonist in the painting, Song Anqing is also thinking about this painting when he is sleeping alone. He doesn’t have much impression, but he thinks that the person in the painting is himself, and that the painting appears The timing of the meeting was a bit strange, and the answers to those questions were also a little weird. He always felt that something was off the established track.