After Rebirth, I Decided To Inherit the Family Property

Song Yunran couldn't drink his soup anymore.

He asked with trepidation: "Are you sure you want to kill that serious? Dad, when grandma was alive, she said that when you were young, you didn't even dare to kill fish. Now you still have the guts to kill?"

Song Jidong sneered: "Who said that you must do it yourself."

He had an old friend who became obsessed with online novels after he retired. Song Jidong was not interested in online writing, but occasionally visited friends' houses and was forced to listen to some clips.

At that time, Song Jidong still didn't understand. He felt that on the surface of the other party, a successful person with high authority, privately liked these novels that were unrealistic at first glance, but now he thanked his friends in his heart and inadvertently helped him and his son build Start a common topic.

Song Jidong analyzed with one of the few experiences: "Dad understands, you are a revenge-themed TV series, and the "Grassroots Counterattack" that your Uncle Zou likes is a way to go. The protagonist who succeeded in fame has become nothing. In the face of a wealthy villain, it seems that there is no way to fight back."

Song Yunran: "...It doesn't have to be a villain."

Song Jidong didn’t listen: “But don’t forget, the protagonist is a reborn person. He not only has rich life experience, but also knows the future. In the early stage, the protagonist is allowed to act low-key, and he can even ambush the villain and collect the villain’s humiliation. The handle, when the time is right, it will directly destroy the villain’s company!"

Song Yunran's eyes were dark, as if he had seen the screen of Galaxy Entertainment's collapse.

He asked anxiously: "Well, what then?"

"Then the villain is so painful that it's better to live than to die, why don't you even think of this."

Song Jidong glanced at him disgustingly, "You watch more TV than me, and the villain jumps from a building or a river in despair, you just pick one you like."

Ah? Does this allow me to choose a method of death that I like?

Song Yunran was terrified.

He felt that what Old Song said sounded very logical, and it was a recurrence of Qin Ke's mental journey!

Song Jidong participated in the plot writing for the first time, and his creative inspiration was great.

He ignored the soup, and after thinking about it, he said: "But I heard that TV dramas are now strictly censored, and it may be difficult for the villain to commit suicide. Why not arrange for the protagonist to put the villain in jail, which is in line with the country’s legal propaganda.”

"...Dad, I'm going to bed, good night."

Song Yunran stood up holding the dining table and reminded the servant to wait and send Monica to his room. He needs a little furry comfort tonight.

Song Jidong looked at his son's back upstairs, very puzzled.

What's wrong, did he speak badly?

Obviously very exciting.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Song Yunran came out of the shower and saw Monica lying obediently next to his pillow.

He jumped onto the bed, hugged Monica tightly, and let out a few painful sighs.

It's over. When he took a shower just now, he remembered how he wanted to be Qin Ke's father, and he deeply realized what it means to be difficult to harvest.

These days, he is simply jumping on Qin Ke's thunder spot!

Seeing Monica who was still tilting her head and selling cute, Song Yunran felt a deep worry in her heart.

If Qin Ke was really reborn, would he not let the dog go when he retaliated?

No, you must not sit and wait for death.

Song Yunran got up to his feet and decided to put aside the great goal of being a father. The top priority was to lower Qin Ke's anger value. Even if he couldn't get out of his body in the end, at least he couldn't hurt the dog who grew up with him.

He opened the camera of the phone and snapped at Monica.

Then I picked out a few good-looking ones and sent them to Qin Ke: [Look, this is the monica I told you. Isn’t it cute? 】

Song Yunran guessed that Qin Ke must still be filming, and did not wait for a reply.

He slumped back on the pillow, and not long after facing Samoyed, his eyelids gradually felt heavier.

I don't know how long he slept, he heard the sound of opening the door in a daze.

Who, came into my room without permission.

He muttered a few words in dissatisfaction, turned over and tried to kick the dog, but only touched the cold sheets.

Monica is gone!

Song Yunran sat up in shock, but found that at some point, several people had already stood in the room.

Assistant Tang took Monica with a sad face, Zhong Xiaofeng looked at him unpredictably, and the tall figure standing in the middle...

He rubbed his eyes and looked intently. Who else could this be Qin Ke?

"Who let you in?" Song Yunran asked unhappily, "Aren't you filming, what are you doing back to Yanshi, do you want to make money for your father?"

Qin Ke lowered his eyes and sneered without speaking.

Assistant Tang stammered: "Little, Xiao Song...you are already bankrupt."

Song Yunran: "???"

"Also call him Mr. Song?" Qin Ke finally spoke, his tone full of indifference, "Zhong Xiaofeng, ask him if he likes jumping from the building or jumping into the river."

Zhong Xiaofeng squeezed his finger bones, completely unlike the weak chicken who usually rushed to the draft to collapse, and walked over proudly.

Song Yunran was shocked and wanted to use his cell phone to call the police, but he looked around where there was a shadow of the cell phone.

He didn't know what the servants were doing, so he could only back up hastily. He didn't care about the pain if he fell under the bed inadvertently. He got up embarrassed and wanted to run outside.

Zhong Xiaofeng teleported to the door, blocked his way, and asked gloomily: "Do you know what's wrong?"

"What did I do wrong?!" Song Yunran was furious. "You came to my house at night and asked if I knew I was wrong?!"

Zhong Xiaofeng scorned: "It seems that I don't know."

He looked behind Song Yunran, "What should I do?"

Leng Ruo Yan's voice rang out every word: "Then throw him down."

Song Yunran was so frightened that he broke into cold sweat. He turned his head to look at Assistant Tang, his only confidant, but saw that the other party bowed his head, took his tie and wiped his glasses, as if he wanted to pretend to ignore the violence.

The three-story villa that had long been used to live in became so high at this time.

Song Yunran was carried by the powerful Zhong Xiaofeng and set it against the window. He struggled frantically, clinging to the edge of the window and refused to let go. In the end, he couldn't match Zhong Xiaofeng's strength, and his fingers were abruptly broken.

Immediately before falling from the building, he heard Qin Ke say: "Monica is really cute, and it will be mine from now on."

"Do not--!"

A scream of tears from the hearer sounded in Song Yunran's bedroom.

He opened his eyes sharply and found himself still lying on the bed, and Monica was licking his hair faithfully.

It turned out to be dreaming.

Downstairs, a servant looked at the second floor questioningly: "Mr. Song, was the young master calling just now?"

"Play the game and lose again." Song Jidong calmly opened the financial magazine, "don't worry about him."

Song Yunran, who was not playing the game, sat up, swallowed with lingering fear, grabbed Monica for a while, until Monica jumped out of bed unhappily, and the beating heart gradually returned to normal.

The wall clock on the wall pointed to eleven o'clock, and it was only dozens of minutes before he sent a message to Qin Ke.

He glanced at the phone, Qin Ke hasn't responded yet.

But the overly real dream just now made him unable to wait any longer.

Who knows if it will be a predictive dream?

Song Yunran had no dogs to run at the moment, so he had to rub his hair messily.

After thinking about it, he always felt that there was only a dead end waiting ahead.

After all, even a kind-hearted and friendly person like his dad can madly come up with all kinds of methods to avenge the villain.

What's more, Qin Ke, who has experienced the forced rebirth in person?

Although Song Yunran still firmly believes that he is not a villain, in Qin Ke's eyes, maybe he really thinks of him that way.

Song Yunran drooped his head and remained silent for a long time.

After half an hour, he opened the door and slowly went downstairs.

Everyone seemed to be asleep, and there was only a small lamp for night lighting downstairs.

Song Yunran hesitated for a long time, but still didn't have the courage to go to the basement to get red wine.

He went to the kitchen to look around, only to find the cooking wine used by the chef, and after thinking about it, he took the whole bottle away.

Back in the room, the angry monica lay on the spacious hexagonal bay window.

Song Yunran took the mobile phone and the cooking wine and sat down, his long legs lazily propped on the ground, his eyes staring at the floor in a daze.

The phone that had been waiting for a long time finally rang at this moment.

Song Yunran took a look and found that what Qin Ke had returned was not news, but a video call.

He cleared his throat and slid open the screen with the courage of breaking the boat.

The second after the signal was connected, Song Yunran frowned.

What is it? How dark the phone is.

After taking a closer look, I realized that the camera seemed to be aimed at a river, and the dim lights flickered on the opposite bank of the river, which inexplicably showed a somewhat terrifying atmosphere at night.

Qin Ke's deep voice came through the phone: "Can you see it clearly?"

"What does Heicheng see like this?" Song Yunran was confused.

Qin Ke: "Don't worry, there is still half a minute."

Song Yunran didn't want to think about it, but he always felt that the meaning of Qin Ke's sentence translated was "send you on the road in half a minute."

He silently stretched out his other hand, unconsciously grabbed the cooking wine bottle, ready to drink at any time.

What are you afraid of, the big deal will be reborn again!

This idea just came up, and the dark cell phone screen suddenly lit up.

Like magic, countless radiant fireworks rise in the night sky, and the whole sky is covered with gorgeous and beautiful colors.

Song Yunran was stunned, and looked at the fireworks stupidly as a shining galaxy blooming, falling, and rising again in his field of vision.

It wasn't until the end of a fireworks show that he slowly recovered, his voice was a little bit shocked and confused: "Why do you show this to me?"

Qin Ke turned the camera to the front, looking like it was in a hotel room.

He smiled and said: "I only saw your news when I came back from work. The dog is very cute, but I don’t have much to share. It happened that Xiao Ke said that there was a fireworks display in the opposite town tonight, so I’d like to show it to you. ."

Song Yunran: "?"

Hearing this tone, it didn't look like he wanted to throw him downstairs.

Isn't Qin Ke not reborn, it's just that his imagination is too rich?

Seeing that he was not speaking, Qin Ke took the initiative to speak, "I have wanted to ask about something since just now."

"Huh?" Song Yunran was immediately alert.

Qin Ke pointed to the screen: "Is a bottle of cooking wine in your hand?"

Song Yunran: "..."

Embarrassed, watching the fireworks show was too fascinating, completely forgetting that he was still holding a bottle of rebirth weapon in his hand.

He curled his mouth, put the wine bottle aside, pretending to be calm, and explained, "Don't get me wrong, this was taken by Monica from the kitchen. I'm about to put it back."

Qin Ke glanced at Samoyed who was lying on the window sill, and smiled.

Song Yunran was flustered by his smile, after thinking about it or tentatively said: "The filming of "Jianghu Road" is almost finished?"

Qin Ke: "There is one month left."

Song Yunran nodded: "Chen Jing has contacted you for a new audition, right?"

"She mentioned a few words to me." Qin Ke raised an eyebrow, "What, I'm afraid I didn't film it?"

You are the protagonist, how can you be out of filming?

Song Yunran murmured in her heart, and on the surface she wanted to ask clearly: "No, I mean, you think the company treats you very well, I and I also... take special care of you and care more than other artists. is not it?"

Qin Ke smiled but didn't smile: "Song always wants to be a father again?"

Song Yunran swears that this is purely a rumor.

His entire head was pinched in his hands. How dare he even mention being a father now.

Although I really want to.

On the other side of the phone, Qin Ke's eyes sank.

If it were to change from the past, Song Yunran would definitely add a few words enthusiastically when mentioning this topic. How could it be like today, the whole person is like a boring gourd, frowning and keeping quiet at every turn.

It's not right.

Moreover, in Qin Ke's opinion, there was a guilty conscience that made him familiar with this kind of wrongness.

Some time ago, when he questioned Song Yunran on the set why he ran around, a similar guilty conscience appeared in Song Yunran's eyes.

If the timeline is pushed forward, there is also the time when they were standing downstairs in the apartment in the upper courtyard of Xicheng, talking about Chu Xiaochen.

Although the last time Song Yunran moved out and Shen Yiyi jointly controlled the scumbag, Qin Ke couldn't tell the truth.

But he still didn't want to understand why Song Yunran suddenly paid attention to Cheng Jiaming's every move.

In his previous life, Song Yunran worked as an artist at Wancheng Film and Television, and yet he did not interact with Cheng Jiaming. In this life, he switched to the management company, and there is no reason to take the initiative to befriend Cheng Jiaming if he wants to come.

This kind of foggy feeling made Qin Ke very uncomfortable.

He didn't want to keep the status quo and guess what was true or false.

After a moment of silence, Qin Ke clarified his mind. If the strange fog has been entwining him and Song Yunran, then he will be the one who tears the fog away. No matter what the result is, he will make his own judgment.

"President Xiao Song." Qin Ke said in a hurry.

Thoughtful Song Yunran raised his head and asked nervously, "What are you doing?"

Qin Ke's gaze fell on his clear and restless eyes.

He lowered his voice and asked seriously: "When "Jianghu Road" is finished, I want to come back and treat you to a meal, okay?"

The author has something to say: After eating this meal, let’s go on the road (bushi