After the rebirth, the former collapsed person was set

Who confessed his love in the last life? Song Anqing can't get up anymore. The only thing he has memories is that the two lived together after talking for a while. At that time, Song Anqing was the happiest day after leaving home.

At that time, the two had their own careers, and Song Anqing was practicing dancing, singing, and acting every day.

Su Tianshao was immersed in various documents, and every day, different people called in for cooperation calls.

Although the two had little communication, their atmosphere was very harmonious. Song Anqing's hard work supported Su Tianshao's persistence in his boring work;

The Su Tianshao in front of him who listened carefully to his speech, carefully analyzed the current situation of the entertainment industry, and seriously thought about the future for the company's trainees, was very much like the person in his memory, but this person's last betrayal...

"Then Mr. Su, think about it carefully. If necessary, my father's company can provide some financial support." Song Anqing ignored Su Tianshao who was so courteous, and stood up and left.He didn't want to immerse himself in false memories, and he didn't want to speculate about the current Su Tianshao from the memories of his previous life. Everything should be concluded based on Su Tianshao's real actions.

Watching Song Anqing leave helplessly, Su Tianshao had no reason to stop him from leaving. Su Tianshao could only bring the cup of tea that Song Anqing disliked to his mouth, and took a sip slowly. The tea that he liked so much turned out to be a bit bitter in his mouth , The boiling hot tea entered the stomach, bringing a bit of cool air.

Su Tianshao recalled how Song Anqing drank tea in his previous life, but he couldn't see the slightest resistance from the other party, so did Song Anqing in his previous life like tea, or didn't he?He recalled his own memory, or rather, he doubted himself.

Pouring hot tea into his mouth at once, Su Tianshao slowly cleaned up the tea sets on the table, just like he did every time he finished making tea for Song Anqing in his previous life, carefully wiping every teacup and every corner of the teacup with a paper towel.

Looking at the clean tea set, Su Tianshao smiled with satisfaction, then took out the box in the cabinet, put the tea set in it, locked the cabinet again, and threw the key into the fish tank in the office.

From now on, he doesn't like to drink tea anymore.

Song Anqing's face turned pale when he left the office.

Even if he wants to deliberately forget those things hidden deep in his memory, there are always some details around him that will remind him of these sad memories involuntarily.

He really didn't like drinking tea at first, but as he got along with Su Tianshao slowly, he fell in love with the process of tasting tea and watching the tea maker's craftsmanship.

Perhaps what he drank was tea at the beginning, but later, what he tasted was the process of drinking tea.

However, the one who makes the tea is no longer the same him as before, and the one who drinks the tea is not Song Anqing who only has love in his heart. Even if he likes this tea, Song Anqing can't take a sip.

Walking out of the building, the sun was shining on him, and the warmth made Song Anqing a little warmer and more awake.His rebirth is not to immerse himself in the memories of the past, but to take a different path from before, encounter different scenery, and maybe fall in love with a different person.

Picking up the phone, he called his family for the first time since his rebirth.

"Dad, do you miss me?" It was still the same mean tone as before, but Song Anqing on the phone didn't have the mean look.

"Brat, do you know that you called me? I lost contact for a month. If you hadn't known you were training, your mother would be ready to demand someone with a knife." Although Father Song's tone on the opposite side was very aggressive, his expression was also very angry. Ferocious, but the eyes are full of tenderness and longing.

"Dad, isn't this a fully enclosed training? Look, I called you as soon as I had the chance. Where's my mother?" Like all the children who called their father, they chatted casually with their father and started asking their mother where.

"I wonder why your mother didn't call her directly, why did you call me?" Song's father was a little jealous, it was obviously the same process every time, but he had to ask each time.

"Isn't this greeting you first, and then looking for my mother? You two are so tired, you are sure to be together, and it doesn't matter who you call?" Song Anqing repeated the same routine every time in his previous life, Song's father also happily responded to his son's non-level routines.

"Go talk to your mother, we'll talk about it later." Father and son are connected, even if there is not much difference in normal times, but Song Anqing's tired tone and the vicissitudes that are not revealed, made Song's father feel heartache, But this is his son's choice, and he has only firm support.

Song's father, who was still in deep thought, was pushed away by Song's mother, "Bring over the phone, I want to chat with my son. I haven't heard from my son for a month. My heart hurts thinking about it."

Upon hearing this, Father Song didn't dare to be negligent, and directly offered the phone with both hands, "Come here, I'll wash some fruits for you."

"Baby, do you miss your mother?" Facing Father Song and Song Anqing, Mother Song's behavior was simply two extremes, there was no gap between the roar just now and the gentleness now.

Song Anqing on the other side of the phone could imagine the expression of Father Song who hadn't completely left. Just as he imagined, Father Song who stood up lay on the sofa again, hugged his daughter-in-law's neck, and groaned aggrievedly.

Song's mother broke away Song's father's hand in disgust, and then pushed his head away, "Go away, I'm talking to my son."

Song's father left in despair, and he did not forget to wash an apple for Song's mother, peel off the skin, cut it into small pieces, and brought it to Song's mother, and then sat obediently by the side watching the silent TV. All focused on the phone next to Mother Song's ear.

"Mom, I miss you very much. Every time I eat, I think of the soup you made for me, but the cafeteria here doesn't have soup at all. In order to keep fit, I can only eat tasteless chicken breast and beef tendon."

In the previous life, Song Anqing always reported good news but not bad news. He never talked about his difficulties, but only reported his excellent achievements with a smile.

But at this moment, Song Anqing suddenly wanted his mother's comfort, wanted to hear the tone of her mother calling him "Qing Bao", wanted to feel her mother touching his head, and missed the warmth of being hugged by her mother.

"My family Qingbao has suffered, but no matter how hard the baby is, you have to persevere. Get the first one back, let your arrogant father see how good his precious son is, and let your mother show off when she goes out to chat with those eighth wives. My son who they say is unlearned and incompetent is the idol of hundreds of millions of fans."

Song's mother didn't persuade him to give up. He knew his son's stubborn temper, and he followed his husband. Since the husband can start from scratch and start an amazing real estate business, then his son can strive for his own world in the entertainment industry.

"So, son, if you don't work hard, you will go home and inherit your father's real estate company. You have to count the stinky money every day, and you will lose a lot of hair. When your father is the age Became a greasy middle-aged bald man in everyone's mouth."

While talking, Mother Song poked Father Song's soft belly with her finger, which seemed to feel good, she poked a few more times, and she didn't know what came to her mind, she smiled and said to Song Anqing; "You Dad had an oolong last time."

Father Song seemed to know what Father Song was going to say, so he hurriedly covered Mother Song's mouth, but was suppressed by Mother Song's eyes, and muttered: "You said you wouldn't tell others."

"Is our son an outsider?" Song's mother slapped Song's father on the back of the neck, and Song Anqing could hear the crisp sound from the phone.

But Father Song didn't make any rebuttals, instead he nodded and said, "What my wife said is that our son is not an outsider, just tell me."

Song's mother glared at Song's father, "The last time your father accompanied me to buy clothes, the waiter thought I was your father's lover, so they introduced things to me in the way they usually receive those boss mistresses."

"I'll imitate their tone for you, 'Ma'am, this kind of tulle is very suitable for your status.' Then she gave your father an ambiguous look, 'This kind of successful boss likes his lover in Be more seductive on the bed, you must seize the opportunity.' Coincidentally, your dad's thief ear heard it."

Song's mother was out of breath with a smile, "And do you know what your dad did? He glanced at the waiter disdainfully, and said sullenly, 'Who said she was my mistress? Obviously I am Her lover.' Then I was dragged away by your father under the strange eyes of the waiter."

"Hahaha, lover, with your father's appearance, no one would want to find him as a lover even if he paid for it."

Song's father muttered sullenly, "You didn't pay me back, so why are you willing to sleep with me?" Song's mother, who was eating an apple, was caught off guard by the unexpected words, and put the phone into Song's father's hand, " Go chat with your son, I will take it easy."

The father and son at both ends of the phone were silent at the same time, "You go first." They both spoke at the same time.

"Then let me talk first." Father Song broke the deadlock.