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

It was none other than Bai Jue who took the photo of Song Qinghan's signed T-shirt.

In front of him, he had the attitude of watching a show, and then after Chu Ming raised his sign, he followed and joined the battle.

He didn't raise his cards many times, but every time he proposed a price that was much higher than the previous highest price, until at last everyone else almost gave up, and he actually called out a price of 85. Receive Song Qinghan's signed T-shirt in his hand.

Song Qinghan: "..."

If he wasn't sure that Bai Jue hated him very much, according to Bai Jue's way of throwing money at him, he would have thought that Bai Jue was his die-hard fan.

Do rich people like this?

Song Qinghan, who was also rich, fell into deep thought.

After the party was over, Song Qinghan and Chu Ming left the venue together, and Bai Jue followed behind them, casually holding the signed T-shirt that Song Qinghan sent for auction, as if he didn't spend the T-shirt More than 80 bought collections, but a street stall that can be seen everywhere.

"Chu Ming." Bai Jue called Chu Ming.

"Boss Bai." Chu Ming turned his head, his gaze swept over the T-shirt he was holding, his expression indifferent.

Bai Jue squeezed the T-shirt in his hand, with a gentle smile on his face: "Be careful on the way back."

Chu Ming glanced at him inexplicably, and nodded slightly: "Thank you, Mr. Bai, for your concern."

Song Qinghan also followed Chu Ming's line of sight. From Bai Jue's point of view, Song Qinghan and Chu Ming were stuck together like Siamese twins. When Chu Ming answered him, he would even Unconsciously use peripheral vision to confirm the existence of Song Qinghan.

And the smile on Song Qinghan's face, as well as his pair of clear, black and white eyes fell on Bai Jue's eyes, it was really... extremely eye-catching.

Seeing that he seemed to be in a daze, Chu Ming frowned, turned around, whispered a few words close to Song Qinghan's ear, the coldness between his eyebrows receded like melting ice and snow, and turned into lingering love. And secretly tender and affectionate.

Song Qinghan glanced at Bai Jue thoughtfully, then withdrew his gaze, talked with Chu Ming in a low voice, and walked out of the venue side by side.

"Bai Jue doesn't like me very much." Song Qinghan sat on the back seat, fastened the safety belt on himself and Chu Ming together, then leaned on the back of the chair and smiled.

"You don't have to pay attention to him."

Song Qinghan curled his lips into a smile: "But he doesn't like me so much, and he is willing to spend more than 80 yuan on my signed T-shirt... Is the Bai family rich?"

Chu Ming thought about it seriously, and then said very seriously: "It should not be as rich as the Chu family."

Wei Qian, who was sitting in front of the car, said, "..."

Some people, he not only shows affection, he also shows off wealth!

I can't help but want to beat him to death...

"Boom—" Song Qinghan was talking to Chu Ming when the car suddenly made a loud noise, and then the whole car stopped suddenly as if it had hit something, Song Qinghan was carried forward by the impact He bumped into it, and then was directly pressed down on the back of his head by a big hand stretched out, and pulled into a wide and warm embrace.

"Don't be afraid of the cold." Chu Ming's voice came from above his head, mixed with a trace of panting, deep and magnetic, and miraculously reassuring.

Song Qinghan grabbed Chu Ming's lapel with his backhand, raised his head from his arms, and saw Chu Ming's distressed appearance.

The originally meticulously combed hair became a little messy due to the collision just now, and the clothes were also wrinkled by Song Qinghan. A trace of bright red blood slowly flowed down from the corner of his forehead, and then dripped silently on Song Qinghan. On the back of Qinghan's hand.

As if scalded by that drop of blood, Song Qinghan suddenly came back to his senses, and covered Chu Ming's forehead with his hand, his face was so nervous that he even looked a little ferocious: "You raise your head!"

Chu Ming looked at him and raised his head obediently.

Wei Qian who was sitting in front finally came to his senses, handed over a pack of tissues, and got out of the car to check.

Song Qinghan pulled a few tissue papers and pressed them on Chu Ming's wound. His movements seemed urgent and violent, but when he actually touched the wound, he subconsciously relaxed his movements.

"I'm fine." Chu Ming frowned, and raised his hand to take over the work from Song Qinghan's hands, but Song Qinghan's calm and cold gaze made him withdraw his hand. "don’t worry."

"I have nothing to worry about." Song Qinghan said coldly, while taking off the blood-stained tissue from Chu Ming's head, he gently changed some other pieces of tissue to wipe the blood stains beside the wound. "It's not me who hurt my head."

Chu Ming's injury, one can tell at a glance that it was hit when he wanted to hug him just now.Apart from being angry at Chu Ming's indifferent attitude, Song Qinghan was more angry at himself.

In this life, Chu Ming had been lying down for more than a year because of his head. Although Chu Ming felt that it was because his soul was attached to Rhubarb that he could not wake up in this world, Song Qinghan was not worried. of.

After he and Chu Ming got together, Ji Ruyuan broke up Chu Ming's affairs and told him everything in detail, so he also knew how long Chu Ming had been in a coma at that time, and there was still Almost fell into brain death several times.

This is no small matter at all.

After knowing these things, Song Qinghan has been paying attention, but even so, this time Chu Ming still hurt his forehead because of him.

It's okay if nothing happens, but if something happens to Chu Ming because of this injury, Song Qinghan is not sure what will happen to him.

Chu Ming looked at Song Qinghan's face and lips that were pale with anxiety, lowered his head and kissed his lips, and sucked Song Qinghan's lips lingeringly, turning his dry lips into rosy red again.

Song Qinghan pursed his numb lips. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the wound on Chu Ming's forehead, and then held back.

"Tut duk." Wei Qian knocked on the car window, then lowered his head after Chu Ming rolled down the window and said, "Just now the bodyguards checked, there is something wrong with the brakes."

And the place they passed by now happened to have a huge slope. If Chu Ming's car hadn't been specially modified so that it would crash directly without brakes, the wound on his forehead would be more than the wound.

Chu Ming's expression sank, and he nodded, "I see."

Chu Ming and Song Qinghan changed cars, Wei Qian came to find the medicine box, Song Qinghan changed the medicine for Chu Ming and put on a bandage, and then returned to their own villa according to Chu Ming's intention.

"Mum and the others must not know about this matter." Seeing Song Qinghan's disapproving expression, Chu Ming said in a low voice, "So as not to worry them."

Song Qinghan stared at him steadfastly, but finally retreated under Chu Dagou's shining eyes.

"Don't go back to the villa, go to the hospital first." However, Song Qinghan still didn't give in.

Song Qinghan's gaze was very determined, Chu Ming looked at him for a while, and finally followed him.

After a series of miscellaneous examinations, when the doctor confirmed that Chu Ming had really only suffered a little skin trauma, his mind was fine, and his body was in good shape, Song Qinghan's tense heart suddenly let go.

However, Big Dog Chu started shaking at this moment.

Anyway, they were all in the hospital and the examinations were done, so Chu Ming dragged Song Qinghan to find Dr. Ran with the bandage on his head.

The last time Song Qinghan came for an examination was more than half a year ago, this time he was brought over by Chu Ming, when he lowered his head, Doctor Ran's face was full of disapproval.

"Why, our big star Song still remembers to come for a checkup?" Dr. Ran stared at Song Qinghan, gritted his teeth and said, "It's been half a year before you remember to come for a checkup?!"

Song Qinghan: "..."

No, he didn't think of it, it was Chu Ming who did.

But Song Qinghan knew that he would be arrested by Dr. Ran for saying this.

He wisely chose silence.

Dr. Ran saw him hiding behind Chu Ming with his head down like a child who made a mistake, sighed, got up and saw that there was no one outside, then sighed, and said in a low voice: "Qinghan, the past few years You are all doing the checkups here, and I almost regard you as my junior. You should know what your body looks like best. Ordinary people still have to keep the checkups every six months. You actually..."

Song Qinghan quickly said: "I know I was wrong. I've been a little busy during this period, I will remember it in the future."

Chu Ming: "..."

Dr. Ran looked at Song Qinghan's dark and beautiful eyes, and the next words were stuck in his throat.She sighed again, sat on the chair and quickly wrote a few checklists, and stuffed them into Chu Ming's hands: "Go and pay the money, I'll give Qinghan a checkup."

Chu Ming obediently went out and paid the money.

Dr. Ran gave Song Qinghan a detailed and complicated examination. He did it himself from the beginning to the end, without pretending to be the hands of others.

By the time the test results came out, several hours had passed.

Chu Ming waited in the room with Song Qinghan.

Dr. Ran came in from the outside with the checklist, his brows were tightly frowned, and he looked at Song Qinghan with complicated eyes.

When Chu Ming saw her expression, his heart ached.

He took two quick steps, walked up to Dr. Ran, and asked in a suppressed voice, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with Hanhan's body?"

Song Qinghan also walked over, looking at Dr. Ran in a daze.

Dr. Ran stuffed the checklist in his hand into Song Qinghan's hand: "...you can read it yourself."

She saw Chu Ming impatiently turned his head to look at the checklist Song Qinghan was holding in his hand. She froze for a moment, then shook her head and smiled: "Don't worry, it's not a bad thing."

It's just... I don't know if it can be said to be a good thing.

Song Qinghan looked down at the checklist in his hand, not letting go of the series of complicated names and data in front of him.

normal, normal, normal...

One by one "normal" conclusions skipped through Song Qinghan's eyes.