If you don’t act well, you will go home and have a baby [Rebirth]

"I need to think about it." Song Qinghan was silent for a while, then covered the contract, and said seriously.

Chen An nodded understandingly: "Okay. I will take this contract first. If you have made a decision, come and talk to me."

"Thank you, Brother Chen." Song Qinghan sighed lightly and said with a smile.

Chen An shook his head with some amusement: "What is there to thank? If you are willing to renew the contract, I am of course very happy. If you have any other plans, I will of course bless you. Among other things, the company Among the other brokers here, who doesn't envy me for signing a super potential stock as soon as I signed it back then. You see, it's only been four years, and you've gone from being an unknown player to where you are today..."

"I don't dare to take credit for your achievements." Chen An sighed, "With your strength, even if you don't sign in my hands, someone will win you."

Song Qinghan shook his head: "Brother Chen, you are too outsider to say that."

Chen An smiled, but stopped talking.

He pushed the introduction of the public service announcement to Song Qinghan: "Don't mention that, you take this back and have a look, get familiar with the feeling, and then it will probably be filmed directly."

"Okay." Song Qinghan took the thin stack of profiles and held them in his hand, then Chen An waved to him, "Go."

Song Qinghan walked out of the studio, and when he looked back, he happened to see Chen An put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it, the smoke covered his face.

Song Qinghan looked away, walked to the front of the elevator, and pressed the button.

In all fairness, although Chen An had a somewhat businesslike feeling towards him at the beginning, but he changed places. If he were Chen An, he would have had several artists under his command, but suddenly he was stuffed with a few artists. It's probably a bad idea for a role that has not been popular for a long time to come under his own hands.

And even so, Chen An didn't make things difficult for him.Although it is very likely that it is for Chu Ming's face, Chen An helped him deal with all kinds of black materials and announcements, and there was never one time that was not comprehensive. Even the script, Chen An carefully selected I think it is good, and I never ask him to accept any script.

Generally speaking, he was actually quite comfortable under Chen An's hands.

However, he did vaguely have another idea.

"Ding dong——" the elevator stopped, Song Qinghan got out of the elevator, and heard someone calling his name.

"Hanhan." Chu Ming happened to come over from the corridor, and when he saw Song Qinghan coming out of the elevator, he was taken aback for a moment, and then showed a gentle smile.

Song Qinghan glanced around, then walked towards him.

"Why did you come here?" He walked to Chu Ming's side, and then walked out side by side with him.

How could Chu Dagou have the nerve to say that he suddenly wanted to see him, so he ran over?

He pursed his lips, showing a serious expression: "Have you forgotten the charity gala tonight? I'll drop by to pick you up."

Song Qinghan: "..."

He looked at Chu Ming's upright expression, and nodded silently.

Song Qinghan and Chu Ming walked together and quickly attracted the attention of other artists and staff in the hall, but because of Chu Ming's identity, they all just watched from a distance, and then they walked over when Chu Ming walked over. At that time, he called out to Mr. Chu, and then called out to Song Qinghan, Brother Han.

"I'm so familiar with a person like Mr. Chu, it's no wonder he became popular." In Yan Xian's voice, there was no lack of such sour words.

Gu Qiao, who had just entered the company, glanced at the little boy hiding in the corner, and smiled coldly.

Song Qinghan became popular thanks to Mr. Chu?

As the saying goes, little red depends on praise, big red depends on fate, and being popular not only depends on fate, but also has corresponding strength.

If Song Qinghan himself didn't have that life and strength, no matter how much Mr. Chu praised him, he wouldn't be able to reach his current level?Could it be that the box office explosion of "The Seventh Man" can be achieved by Mr. Chu alone?Could it be that Mr. Chu spent a lot of money begging the audience to watch a small TV series like "Contentation" hit a record high ratings?Could it be that the all-round popularity of "Power Ring" is a brainwashing package by Mr. Chu?Could it be that the series of social reflections and national actions triggered by "The Lonely Shadow and the Lone Wolf" were also done by Mr. Chu?

Mr. Chu must have done a lot for Song Qinghan behind his back, but this doesn't mean that Song Qinghan didn't work hard.His popularity is not completely dependent on others, it also has his own blood and sweat.

The little artist who just blurted out met Gu Qiao's gaze, flinched, and then lowered his head in embarrassment.

With such guts, how dare you show your sour face on this occasion?

Gu Qiao calmed down immediately, and took the assistant up to the elevator.

Seeing that Gu Qiao had left, the artist heaved a sigh of relief, looked around, and left in despair.

When Chu Ming came over, he drove the car.He opened the car door and let Song Qinghan get in first, and then walked around to the other side and got in the car.

"The clothes are in George's studio, we can just go there."

"Didn't Wei Qian say that you never attend such occasions?" Song Qinghan couldn't help laughing when he recalled the scene where Wei Qian vomited bitterness to himself.

Chu Ming: "..."

"Occasionally, it's nothing."

Song Qinghan leaned back in the chair, smiled and closed his eyes for a while.Seeing this, Chu Ming slowed down.

George's studio is as fancy as ever.When the assistants in the studio saw Chu Ming and Song Qinghan coming, they hurried into a room and yelled a few times, and George with a chicken nest head came out of the small room.

"Oh, Chu, there's Han! Long time no see!" George's clothes were crumpled, and when he saw Song Qinghan and Chu Ming, he brushed his hair with his hands, and then showed Song Qinghan that he thought he was very handsome, Actually a bit of a silly smile.

Song Qinghan: "..."

"George, long time no see." Song Qinghan smiled slightly at George.

George looked at Song Qinghan seriously from a distance not far away, then came over mysteriously, grabbed Song Qinghan's shoulder, winked and said, "Chu ordered a few sets for me a few days ago. Clothes, do you know what clothes he ordered?"

Song Qinghan's brows moved slightly, and just as he was about to ask a question, a big hand descended from the sky and carried George to the other side.

George gave Chu Ming a condemning look, and then said to Song Qinghan with a sad face, "Chu is so rough, you must have worked very hard, Han."

Song Qinghan: "..."

I don't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that George's words sounded weird.

Chu Ming was on the side, looking at him with a stern look, and his eyes made George feel chilly all over his body.

He coughed lightly, put on a serious and serious look, called out to the assistant outside the corridor, and said a few words in English.

The assistant gestured to him knowingly, and quickly came over with two suits.

After looking at it, George stuffed the two suits into the hands of Song Qinghan and Chu Ming.

"Try it quickly. If the size is not suitable, you can change it here." George raised his chin and pointed to the locker room.

The clothes had been dry-cleaned a long time ago, Song Qinghan changed directly and came out of the dressing room, moving his wrists.

"How do you feel?" Seeing him coming out, George hurried up and asked.

"It seems a little tight." Song Qinghan frowned and tugged at the neckline.

George looked at him with admiring eyes, and when he heard his complaint, he quickly shook his head and said repeatedly: "No, no, this is actually just right. I think you need to look in the mirror."

He pushed Song Qinghan to the front of the mirror, and proudly said: "I specially made this according to your size, I think it will fit you very well."

Unlike ordinary suits, Song Qinghan's suit is not a regular men's shirt, but has a bit of European court elements, which looks complicated and luxurious.The small black vest outlines his slender and shapely waist, and the black suit jacket on the outside is slightly designed to narrow the waist, which further shows his good figure with long legs, wide shoulders and narrow waist .

When Chu Ming came out of the locker room, what he saw was such a tall and handsome little prince who seemed to have walked out of a European-style palace.

Song Qinghan turned his head when he heard the movement, his delicate and cool face instantly suppressed the flashy atmosphere set off by the clothes, leaving only the noble and proud beauty all over his body.

The clothes on Chu Ming's body were as calm and dignified as ever, but the slightly retro square collar, rigorous attire, and his stern face gave him a bit of a knightly demeanor when he stood beside Song Qinghan.

"The prince is going to the party, is his knight willing to let the prince go alone?" George said in a tone.

Song Qinghan: "..."

They came here in a hurry. Fortunately, George also had a makeup artist here. After Song Qinghan and Chu Ming did a simple look, they got into the car with Wei Qian and the bodyguards who didn't know when they came, and headed towards the party.

The annual charity gala is actually nothing new, and Chu Ming rarely attends such occasions.It's just that the host of this evening's party sent an invitation letter to Song Qinghan, and Bai Jue from the Bai family would also come, he was worried that Song Qinghan would be alone, so he came together.

When they arrived, many people had already gathered in the venue of the party. Song Qinghan and Chu Ming got out of the car and walked into the venue. When those people standing at the door saw that it was Chu Ming and Song Qinghan who came, they didn't even have the invitation letter. He didn't even ask, he just walked in to meet them.

In the venue, there were staggered cups of wine, fragrant clothes and shadows on the temples. Song Qinghan followed Chu Ming and walked in. After staying in the venue for a few minutes, Song Qinghan felt a line of sight that seemed to be glued to his body all the time. Seems to be guessing something.

He frowned, and by taking the drink, he turned sideways to look in the direction of his gaze.

A man who could be considered handsome but with a gloomy expression stood at the end of the corridor and looked at him with a playful smile on his face.

His gaze was clearly non-aggressive, but it made Song Qinghan feel very uncomfortable.

Seeing Song Qinghan looking over, he showed an extremely obvious smile, looked at him kindly, and then raised the wine glass in his hand towards Song Qinghan.