After Rebirth, I Decided To Inherit the Family Property

Ms. Qin's kitchen does not have a door, and the sound of preparing dishes is clearly transmitted to the living room. It is suspected that the soft conversation in the living room may also be accurately and accurately passed into the ears of a third person.

Song Yunran was taken aback.

He used to underestimate Qin Ke, but he didn't expect this person to be so courageous, he was not afraid of being discovered by his mother, and he recognized someone as a father outside!

Although the father's cry was reasonable and reasonable, Song Yunran was still persuaded in the end.

He glared his eyes and said coldly: "Yes, you are not worthy."

Then he turned his head proudly and met Qin Nianrong's hesitant eyes.

"..."

Qin Nianrong didn't know when she turned to face the living room, still holding a kitchen knife in her hand, as if she could rectify Song Yunran on the spot at any time.

There was a cold behind him. He didn't think so well, and he didn't know how much Ms. Qin heard.

Fortunately, Qin Nianrong just said, "Qin Ke, come and help."

Qin Ke replied "Okay" and said to Song Yunran before standing up: "It is estimated that dinner will be a while, if you are tired, you can go to my room to rest for a while."

Song Yunran couldn't ask for it.

He always felt that Qin Nianrong's eyes looked a little strange at him, and it would be good to be able to escape for a while.

This house has two bedrooms and two halls.

Qin Ke’s room is a small second bedroom. Looking out of the window, he can see the public sports field of the community. At this moment, there are a few middle school boys playing basketball underneath. The degree of intensity is inversely proportional to the efficiency of scoring. Did not score a goal for nearly ten minutes.

Song Yunran was taken by them, and he didn't want to look again, and turned his gaze back to the interior of the room.

Unlike Song Yunran, who had an independent study since he was a child, Qin Ke's bedroom, like most children in ordinary families, has a small desk placed against the wall.

Above the desk is a modular bookcase with textbooks and a few simple picture frames that he used in high school.

One of the photos is a group photo of Qin Ke graduated from high school. Qin Ke, who is 17 or 18 years old, stands at the far left in the last row. The special border position does not affect him as the most eye-catching one of all. .

Song Yunran took a closer look, then was taken aback for a while.

He remembered that Qin Ke was a native of Yanshi, but the words of X City No. 1 High School were written on the top of the graduation photo.

"Hey, didn't he go to high school in Yanshi?"

Song Yunran murmured to himself, pulled out the chair and sat down, searched the Internet with his mobile phone, and quickly found a piece of information compiled by fans.

According to statistics, from elementary school to junior high school, Qin Ke switched schools every two years on average. It wasn't until the beginning of high school that he settled down in City X where they are at the moment, and completed three years of study safely. .

After that, as everyone knows, he was admitted to the Film Academy in Yan City and made his debut as an artist.

Song Yunran blinked and found that he did not know these experiences at all. Anything not written in the book belongs to a blank unknown world in his concept, and he does not even know as much as fans.

What a shame!

Song Yunran criticized herself, you are neither a qualified father nor a qualified boyfriend.

In the kitchen on the other side.

Qin Ke skillfully cut the beef into filaments, and was about to put it on the plate, when he saw his mother sighing while holding a cabbage.

The moment the two looked at each other, the grudge in Qin Nianrong's eyes almost came out.

"..." The scene was too weird, and Qin Ke couldn't ask, "What's wrong?"

Qin Nianrong said distressedly: "Little Song always doesn't seem to like to talk to me."

Since the stars of Galaxy artists have shown their magical powers and praised the boss, Mr. Song's name has long been carried forward among netizens, and it is completely wasted that Qin Ke took a bite of Mr. Song's good intentions when he recorded "Slow Travel on Holiday".

Qin Ke raised his eyebrows: "You don't seem to talk to him much?"

"Isn't it too exciting for me to meet a real person?"

In front of her son, Qin Nianrong's dialogue box opened, "You know, I can easily make mistakes when I get excited, so I have to say less and make less mistakes so as not to be misunderstood."

Qin Ke was silent for a few seconds and asked, "What are you excited about?"

He still knows a little bit about his mother. After the divorce, he re-entered the workforce. It was inevitable that he was a little uncomfortable. He had suffered several losses because of the emotional fluctuations before, so he was forced to embark on the route of pretending to be cold.

But he couldn't figure out why Ms. Qin would be upset with Song Yunran.

Qin Nianrong broke a piece of cabbage leaf: "Of course it's because I like him."

Qin Ke: "?"

Qin Nianrong said: "He is so cute, with round eyes, especially like a puppy. Sometimes when he smiles, my heart melts. If he is unhappy, my heart will also be broken. "

Qin Ke: "..."

"The first episode of the show was the time you bought him fried potatoes. You don't know, I watched him sitting there eating obediently, thinking that if this was my child, then he would definitely want to eat. I will buy him something."

Qin Nianrong paused for a while, and added, "Well, I have to buy two more so that he can eat enough."

Qin Ke was speechless.

He finally knew what was going on.

Song Yunran had a guilty conscience and was afraid to greet her aunt for the first time; Qin Nianrong saw that he was not as lively as in the variety show, and worried that she was not treating guests well, so she became more embarrassed; Song Yunran felt her awkwardness, and she must have a brainstorm. Wide open, frantic and panic inside.

The two of you come and go, test each other, it's hard to separate the real from the virtual.

The final consequence is that Song Yunran is scared to be careful, while Ms. Qin loves to stage a heartbreaking scene of a large mom fan.

Why bother for the New Year's Eve.

Qin Ke pondered for a moment: "You wait a moment."

After speaking, he washed his hands and called Song Yunran out in the bedroom.

Song Yunran was busy re-planning his father's route, because the planning was too invested, and for a while, he forgot his previous fears.

It wasn't until Qin Ke walked into the kitchen that he stopped abruptly and looked at the mother and son in front of him in a panic, fearing that Qin Ke would have come out of the closet impulsively before he knew it.

Should I now kneel down and cry, "Auntie, I didn't force him, we are true love"?

Song Yunran couldn't help feeling a little anxious. He hadn't kneeled down with anyone in his two lifetimes. Is it going to make an exception for Qin Ke today?

But the picture was quite touching, and he himself wanted to cry for it.

As a result, when he was thinking about it, Qin Ke suddenly said, "Let’s introduce it again. My mother, Ms. Qin Nianrong, and she is also your mother..."

Song Yunran was shocked, didn't he need to change his words?

He is not ready yet!

Fortunately, Qin Ke spoke fast enough and finished in time: "...Mom fan."

As soon as the voice fell, Qin Nianrong finally lost control and covered his face: "What did you say!"

She seldom chases stars-of course Song Yunran is not a star-but after her careful observation, the "moms" on the Internet who like to call Song Yunran cubs are actually girls in their teens and 20s. .

At a young age, she still mixes with the little girls, and the elderly mother fans are still a little bit shy in their hearts.

Song Yunran watched a female version of Qin Ke, and his true feelings were revealed in front of him that the setting collapsed. After the accident, the stone in his heart finally fell.

It turned out that Qin Nianrong didn't like him, but liked him too much.

But it didn't matter, Song Yunran curled his eyes and smiled.

He has been particularly good at dealing with mom fans since his last life.

The following night, Qin Ke, as the son of both parties, witnessed a moving scene of a two-way rush.

Song Yunran was able to have a huge number of mom fans in his previous life, indeed, he had some skills in him.

Whenever Qin Nianrong does something, he sticks there like a tail, either watching or helping, and then find the right opportunity to give high praise.

Moreover, the tone of his compliment was sincere and there was a trace of admiration. Qin Nianrong was so happy that he couldn't keep his mouth shut, and he was so happy that he had never seen a child with such a sweet mouth.

The picture of a mother, kindness and filial piety is particularly suitable in this day of family reunion.

Qin Ke should be very pleased to see it.

——If it weren't for him to be left out in the cold.

At half past ten in the evening, my mother reminded the two children that it was time to go to bed.

There are only two bedrooms in the house, so it goes without saying where Song Yunran should sleep.

After saying goodnight to his aunt, he went back to the second bedroom, squatted on the ground and searched for pajamas in the suitcase.

"Who will take a bath next time?" he asked actively.

Qin Ke replied quietly: "Everything will do."

The mood doesn't sound high, and even a sense of exhaustion is vaguely revealed.

Song Yunran raised his face suspiciously, "Isn't it, it's not eleven o'clock, are you really sleepy?"

He shook his head and couldn't help sighing, "There is no vitality of contemporary youth at all. Dad is very disappointed in you."

Qin Ke lazily leaned against the desk: "Really?"

Song Yunran glanced at him and suddenly felt something was wrong.

He put down his pajamas and walked over, touched the opponent's forehead with his hand, and said after a few seconds of silence: "You don't have a fever, why are you lingering? Are you unwell?"

Qin Ke replied in a low voice, "Well, a bit."

He grabbed Song Yunran's wrist and guided the other party to go down slowly, and finally stopped his hand on his chest. "Maybe nobody cares all night, and I feel uncomfortable."

Song Yunran: "..."

Qin Ke lowered his eyelashes and said in a soft voice: "But it's okay. You like my mother. You don't need to consider my feelings. Anyway, I don't even deserve to have a New Year gift."

Oh, it turns out that the point is here.

Song Yunran thought silently, Qin Ke was so addicted to drama, he couldn't just say "want a gift", so he had to play with him around the corner. It was really hypocritical.

But after another thought, he felt that it was not impossible to feel lonely at the level of Qin Ke's clinging to others.

Hastily.

Song Yunran grimaced secretly, thought for a while and said, "I am teasing you during the day. Am I like the kind of person who doesn't give you gifts?"

Qin Ke nodded: "Like."

"???"

Song Yunran's face was at stake, and what was even more embarrassing was that he did not have time to prepare.

With his eyes facing each other, he had an idea, and Wan Zun said: "Actually, I have prepared your gift a long time ago, but I can't take it out now. You must save it for tomorrow as a surprise."

Qin Ke glanced at him: "Really?"

"Of course it's true, when did I lie to you."

Song Yunran couldn't put it on anymore, and hurriedly pushed people out, "Okay, go take a bath, I suddenly remembered that there is some work to deal with."

After finally getting away with her boyfriend, Song Yunran hurriedly took out her mobile phone and made up an emergency lesson.

There are many suggestions on gift-giving on the Internet, but due to objective conditions, most of them are not suitable for him.

Seeing that Song Yunran's hopes were getting diminished, a comment suddenly broke into his vision.

[I have a small coup. When you forget to prepare a gift, just tie a ribbon to yourself and say "I am the most precious gift". 】

Song Yunran was shocked, he never thought that there was a good way to collect materials on the spot!

And more importantly, he thinks he can afford such a description.

It's just... Qin Ke doesn't seem to have ribbons at home.

Song Yunran looked around, his eyes fell on a scarf lying quietly in the suitcase.

After a moment, he slapped his face.

Very good, I decided it was it!

The author has something to say: the slightest difference is a thousand miles away, these eight words, I hope Xiao Song will always think about it (.